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The grass is green on the field today.
Another baseball season is under way.
“Play ball” is what the umpires will say.
We all cheer for “THE” team of our choice.
It is a favorite “GAME” throughout the nation.
The stands are composed “OF " many a resounding voice.
We give our “BASEBALL” heroes a standing ovation.
The month of April “IS” the beginning of the season.
Spring training games were “PLAYED” before the start.
The teams are banking “ON " going all the way.
To make it through “A” long season, you’ve got to have heart.
Players, lets take the “FIELD” and play ball today.
I gave this poem nine lines to signify the nine innings in a typical baseball game.
Robert Pettit for the “Middle of the Road” contest
Sponsored by H Garvey Daniel Esq.
Once I was told that blue means happy and green means growth.
That being said, I like them both.
Some say red is the color of love.
But that's not what it reminds me of.
When I see red, it's usually in anger.
A flashing color that means danger.
Purple is a lovely hue.
But some could say means black and blue.
Pink reminds me of frills and lace.
A little girls room or piglets face.
Yellow signifys warmth to me.
Sun rays, children at play..
Everything that makes a day okay.
Black is my favorite color or lack there of.
For black means stars can be seen above.
It means night has came once again.
The day has come to an end.
Black for me doesn't signify the bad, or the lonesome, the lonely or the sad.
Black for me means that I made it through.
Another day that began as blue.
Like a bee in a garden of flowers,
This one with conspicuous petals,
The other with a charming scent.
This one beautiful like a rainbow,
The other magnificent like the glaciers.
With The power of choice in my hands,
I prayed to God to hold my hand and lead it to tick the right option.
They had whatever an ideal reaper would want,
But I wanted more,
Like a glutton served in the kitchen.
They gave me what was appeasing,
But I wanted what could make me a better man.
In that lost city seeking to find true love,
I found you the day we locked eyes.
Feeling different than usual,
The forces of attraction wanted me near you always;
Loving what you speak with your beautiful lips,
Listening to what came with your sweet voice.
You have moves that drive me crazy.
The way you look at me,eyes shining brightly like glitters of gold.
Your beauty melts my sorrow and wipes away my pain;
And so,you are the analgesic I have always wanted.
You got me with one brick ,
But you have worked with me to build a large mansion like this;
Every man would want a worker like you,
Thank you.
You give me love more than I could ever ask for;
So,I pledge to be by your side for as long as I live.
The vows we have taken today signify eternity,
That together, side by side,we shall always be; through life and death.
Have I ever told you how gorgeous you look my love?
You as beautiful as sunrise.
Do you know how much I love you?
I love you more than you can ever imagine.
My love for you,even I,cannot weigh to ascertain the amount.
You are the hidden treasure that will lead me to happiness;
With you, holding my hand,I am tall enough to take a glimpse into the future,
How attractive it is to my eyes!
How fertile it's soils are judging by the greens and fruits!
I pledge faithfulness,to love and cherish you always,
My adorable wife!
the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast
in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting
the last three of seventy somber orbitz,
signify torturous custom made cage
whose darkening shades of gray
housed a weakened Harriet Harris,
an ashen corpse lay
no doubt a grown changeling dust play
a cruel trick, and soul of me mum didst slay,
so...tis with great difficulty aye write this poem today
cathartic to brush off self denunciation,
an albatross that dust way
heavily incriminating, ostracizing this mind of mine,
recurring every year comb May fourth a line
codifying, delineating, earmarking,
and doth likened
to elementary school Boyer
as in Henry Kline
no less painful reflection plus unavoidable,
hence this middle aged man lets feelings incline
toward self expression this anniversary
revisiting re: deign
upon memorializing general up beat
defiance at death of thine late mother,
where disease rabidly did eat
ting her til she expired,
this singular married heir
set himself a writing fete
wordlessly mouths never expressed greet
unbeknownst reeders gleaning my sentiments heat
ting recollected adieu bid prior,
whence she angrily wanted to meet
that accursed nemesis
against healthiness and repeat
cherished apothegm,
that existence offers no second act
as she relinquished slipping tenuous weak bract
leave ving ever fainter grip upon cracked
pommel of mortality, an immutable fact
thence black knight denounced, pounced, hijacked
trounced unannounced, vanquished, lacked
motive to rival nixed, extinguished sputtering pact
fast fading joie de vivre unspoken,
where death rattle racked
personal def tone accentuation tracked
subsequent self castigation,
excoriation nearly whacked
me to Timbuktu rebuking extolling bless
sing experienced from
this sole son for thirteen years, aye confess
when the inimitable Harriet Harris
FOR MOST A WREATH
a crown of delight
a circle of hope
a knocker’s decoration
december came knocking
just before christmas
it was the brisk wind
a baby removed from her crib
from the one who used to
play peek-a-boo with her
a christmas without a tree
a wooden truck nearby
crafted by a carpenter
three days before christmas
a truck explodes past a stop sign
a card exposed to tire treds
we make a solemn trip
in the cold dark winter
two beloved children return
to the place they were born
they don’t even mourn
for their grandpa is dead
Kim Rodrigues © December 2016
My Grandpa died when I was 2 years old. They put a wreath up that year. He never liked them for they used to signify the death of a loved one. Many years later, my Grandma says, “You know you were your Grandpa’s favorite” So I dedicate this poem to him who was a carpenter but also a poet!
Turtles
Augury of ancient
Chinese mythology,
Mentions divine turtles,
Turtle shells,,,,
Defy augur's abilities !
On the back of turtle,
Stands volcano Island Bali,
Two snakes on sides,
If go weak in aim,
Earth quakes !
Yabuti donated
A fire to man,
Trickster or justice helper !
Bedawang a turtle
Carries elephants,
Holds earth on his back !
Shells on Samurai swords,
Signify bravery!
Leatherbacks and hawksbills,
Beautiful Sea turtles,
Heroes in music,
Arts and music stars!
Eat up plastics,
Taking for jellyfishes!
Switch off your lights,
Clean up the beach,
For Turtles nesting,
Save and help grow,
Celebrate world turtles day!
Written on 18/7/14
Contest- Turtles
Sponsor- Cyndi Macmillan
Ranked 6th
28/2/2012
Snow covered earth lies still on a cold and frosty February morn,
Floating & frolicking in the breeze Sentiment of spring still unborn.
Spring starved eyes dart across aestivating weeping willow trees,
Watching for a portent, sign or an omen of youthful furry catkins that are nature’s guarantees.
Lo! , behold and feast your eyes with the sight of studded pusywillows,
Brought home as springs earliest harbinger and placed in accommodating silos.
Fine grey fur covered decorated pusywillows that come before leaves imply, suggest and connote,
Religious fervor, prosperity and happiness for all walks of life these pusywillows signify and promote.
Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse ... warm, palpable and slow ...
once slow to match this reckless spark in me,
this moon in ceaseless orbit I became,
compelled by wilder gravity to flee
night’s universe of suns, for one pale flame ...
for one pale flame that seemed to signify
the Zodiac of all, the meaning of
Love’s wandering flight past Neptune. Now to lie
in dawning recognition is enough ...
enough each night to bask in you, to know
the face of love ... eyes closed ... its afterglow.
The Insurrection of Sighs
by Michael R. Burch
She was my Shiloh, my Gethsemane;
she nestled my head to her breast
and breathed upon my insensate lips
the fierce benedictions of her ubiquitous sighs,
the veiled allegations of her disconsolate tears . . .
Many years I abided the agile assaults of her flesh . . .
She loved me the most when I was most sorely pressed;
she undressed with delight for her ministrations
when all I needed was a good night’s rest . . .
She anointed my lips with her soft lips’ dews;
the insurrection of sighs left me fallen, distressed, at her elegant heel.
I felt the hard iron, the cold steel, in her words and I knew:
the terrible arrow showed through my conscripted flesh.
The sun in retreat left her victor and all was Night.
The last peal of surrender went sinking and dying—unheard.
Star Crossed
by Michael R. Burch
Remember—
night is not like day;
the stars are closer than they seem ...
now, bending near, they seem to say
the morning sun was merely a dream
ember.
The State of the Art (?)
by Michael R. Burch
Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?
Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has passion been coerced?
Shall poetry fade slowly,
like Latin, to past tense?
Are the bards too high and holy,
or their readers merely dense?
Players in the stadium
Patient as waiting soldiers
Seek stirring to signify
Attack artillery emboldened
Provisions are messages
Loaded with fresh opening
Responses rapidly fired
Lonely's ease encroaching
Place plus time is firmed
Balaclava covered burgler
Creeps comically around corners
Salivating, smiling, eager
Tally the touches, gripped tap
Slithered fingers, swimming fish
Sock threaded leeches reach thighs
Standard restraint abolished
Meddled with moods hang resplendent
Sexy ceremony elevates
Podium of passion captures
Camera's fleeting forever embrace
31st July
Third or First
Bronze Gold high
Many, many moons ago
when the world was young
people were nomads
carefully moving from place to place
this was the age of dinosaurs
a need for caution
mighty eruptions occurred daily
causing large cracks
that swallowed up camps and people
A time when your only thought was
could you make it through another day?
vegetation that was huge
giant Venus fly traps
that could eat you whole
lush bushes that could hide
a dinosaur behind the leaves
Now after one of the quakes
a comely maiden called Saigon
came to be the only one left alive
seventeen years old and scared
she gathered up some belongings
and set off to the west
she knew there were others that way
For days she walked avoiding danger
at last she could see signs of life
met by men with spears
she told them what had happened
they took her to the head tribesman
he welcomed her knowing of her fame
Saigon was a medicine woman
young though she was, her repute was know
My youngest grandson is very ill
please see if you can help him
Saigon examined the boy
I need moon flowers she said
they lay 60 miles away
they only grew in the blue mountains
The head tribesman sent two fleet warriors
while Saigon mixed the other ingredients
wort, some mushrooms and several herbs
brewed slowly for a day or so
at last the warriors returned
Saigon added the moon flowers
She took the mixture to the lad
cupped his head as he drank
he will sleep now she said
it all happened as she said
at last the fever was broken
a handsome man approached her
thanking her for saving his nephew
Quite taken by Matias she was shy
and hung her head as they spoke
Matias was also very taken by her
a love began to flourish and grow
until they approached the elders
for permission to wed
everyone had taken to Saigon
and wanted to keep her in the tribe
so it was readily given
At the next new moon
they exchanged their vows
and jumped over the broom
to signify they were wed
a feast lasting days followed
as for Saigon she was so glad
to be with the tribe, now she was safe
and had fallen in love as well
happy and content she prospered
living against all odds into her seventies
she passed away content in her bed.