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Floral loveliness greets chateau guests with gorgeous blossoms
Aroma of these plants bring nature’s best into the stone courtyard
Martha’s legacy has survived the continuum of time
Walter watches families collect their breakfast
There is happy laughter and wide smiles, this is a sacred place
He knows the guests can feel his angel, even if they cannot see her
He pretends to read his newspaper, while listening to conversations
Martha’s dream to run a bed and breakfast, in full fruition
Walter feels satisfied and sated as he watches the families.
Planning their day, studying guidebooks, and such
Martha, we did it, he whispers
She knows, the mountains assure him. She knows.
It's a dull and rainy overcast day
A day to stay in and be cosy
Gaze out the window and dream of stuff
As you start to feel quite dozy
Time to write some clever rhymes
As you don your creative chapeau
Bout magical places and scary dragons
Or a scene with the sky all aglow
Maybe macabre like Edgar Allan Poe
Or happy like a Disney named Walter
Perhaps one 'bout the world's great wonders
Like the famous Rock of Gibraltar
Skies the limit let your mind run free
To a world beyond distant stars
To mythical places with exotic names
And customs strange and bizarre
Love them best, these days that inspire
Sweet visions of maidens fair
Days that expand your creative mind
As you climb those celestial stairs
The World
The world we live in, free as it may seem
smiles at popularity, crowns fame,
mocks solitude and scorns ascetics,
worships money and dreams of good things,
of good looks, of good clothes,
professes humility and pity, while looking up at
the suns of our times, rich and famous,
who look down in turn at the pitiable
crowning them in their golden light,
the spotlight on the less-fortunate they direct, their situation they pity,
invoking the thanks of the Gods above, and the applause of the sycophants,
but cruelly, cruelly the world despises
hates, begrudges, admonishes and belittles
wisdom, and wise men,
the intellectual who sticks away from the crowd
and asks that the dreamy blanket covering the world be tossed away
is dismissed without a second thought,
and buried along with the fake news.
I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):
Say Hey Willie Mays Walter Johnson (Big Train)
Randy Johnson (The Big Unit) Babe Ruth (The Sultan Of Swat)
Tony Gwynn Jimmie Foxx
Ted Williams Maury Wills
Stan “The Man” Musial Johnny Bench
Ken Griffey Jr Greg Maddox
Henry Aaron Lou Gehrig
Roberto Clemente Ty Cobb
Satchell Paige Ernie Banks
Rickey Henderson Carl Yastrzemski (Yaz)
Trevor Hoffman Albert Pujols
Gibson (Bob and Josh) Honus Wagner
Rogers Hornsby Cal Ripken
Robinson (Jackie, Frank and Brooks)
Some favorites I had to leave out…
Christy Mathewson Warren Spahn
Sandy Koufax Tom Seaver
Mickey Mantle Rod Carew
Joe Morgan Ozzie Smith
Mariano Rivera Miguel Cabrera
Pedro Martinez Ichiro Suzuki
David Ortiz Jose Altuve
I’d love to see your faves mentioned in the comments section!
written 24 Aug 2020
50 SHADES OF PAIN
Life is nothing without love
Love is nothing without a heart
But the heart sometimes can mislead
It can bring pain never expected
Pain can cause you tears
It can break you into pieces
A story untold built inside
Everyday gets darker in pain
Joy and happiness all lost
But there's nothing to do
When your pain gains a shade darker
When you feel helpless and useless
50 shades of pain
When you are more delusional than ever
When depression suppresses you everyday
Where life takes a turn into the bush
Not knowing how to go about life daily
Because you can't accept the life you live
Because no one seems to care about you
The 50 shades of pain ruling your life
Stress and anxiety attached to you like a sibling
The heart confused and pained
Everyday lived with no meaning
Because of the 50 shades of pain
By Walter Mafokate ©
No body said I changed until they saw me getting change
Now all of a sudden people remember my name
Where were you when I was on the 3900 block of Broadway begging for change
Circle of life nothing stays the same in order for it to work it has to be a constant change
No way to live without out rain
Ask a farmer no one wants all sunny days
Example for him no rain means no profit from the grain that he planted a month for the start of spring
I'm a happy man now only because I purposely act like I forgot about the pain
Check this out nobody said that I changed until they saw me getting change looked on the Web saw my instagram page realized I was getting fame now all of a sudden everybody remember my name
Where were you when I was on the 3900 block of Broadway mobile or valero begging for change hate to do this but if you don't believe ask Lil bit Walter or Harold if I must name names
Warped tree, kinked man
Today, I will not argue with Walter on Facebook or Twitter.
I was reading poems from my last collection and was surprised
to find an internal rhythm.
To my horror, I find Walter has unfriended me my friendly thoughts
burned into insignificance.
When I had a motorbike, I often visited the crooked tree
I said:” you look better today, my friend.”
The roots of the tree curled in bashfulness.
At the entrance of the village, an old olive tree they came with an axe
wanted to cut it down, replace it with a signpost.
I protested, so did the other villagers.
The tree is perhaps 500 years old, and we are not
brutish settlers.
But someday, people with no sense of beauty will axe it.
Sofa Chances
A veteran who served this land
Employed by a sofa shop
In Bethesda, Maryland
Made an afternoon delivery stop
Lovely lady came to the door
Wearing provocative dress
He put the couch on the floor
And sat down quickly to catch his breath
He on one end of the sofa
And she perched on the other
Thought he'd move a bit closer
Carefully, like a swimming otter
His first brash move caused him to fear
The sofa made a strange sound
But he wanted to get near
So he stood his sofa-sitting ground
After some agonizing moves
He managed to reach her end
And thought how he might improve
His chances to make her a close friend
He whispered into her cute ear
She shrieked like it was doomsday
"Fool, Why did you stay in here?"
My cop husband is in the driveway
Now he's a very swift runner
But the K-9 had great speed
Cop put him in his cruiser
And drove him over to Walter Reed
After required medical care
And handcuffed to his bedrail
The cop didn't charge him a fare
Just transported him to county jail
Should Remember Walter Cronkite
By Franklin Price
12/3/2016
Should remember Walter Cronkite
Most trusted newsman in the land
He told us what was happening
To help determine where to stand
Reported what was happening
Embellishment was not his thing
Reported, did not make the news
By adding his own flash and bling
I'm sure there is a lesson here
For modern media to adhere
Report the news, don't make the news
I hope I've made this message clear
I thought we had a few of them
'Til this election came along
All the newsmen reporting there
Took sides, which was so very wrong
Reporting news no easy job
Research, confirm, and then report
Don't want to hear what you believe
Not a personalized retort
To regain your reputation
At least the one you have with me
Make an effort to be the man
That Walter Cronkite used to be
If you could only do that now
Your reputation you could save
Or maybe Walter Cronkite took
This type reporting to his grave
It's a dull and rainy overcast day
A day to stay in and be cosy
Gaze out the window and dream of stuff
As you start to feel quite dozy
Time to write some clever rhymes
As you don your creative chapeau
Bout magical places and scary dragons
Or a scene with the sky all aglow
Maybe macabre like Edgar Allan Poe
Or happy like a Disney named Walter
Perhaps one 'bout the world's great wonders
Like the famous Rock of Gibraltar
Skies the limit let your mind run free
To a world beyond distant stars
To mythical places with exotic names
And customs strange and bizarre
Love them best, these days that inspire
Sweet visions of maidens fair
Days that expand your creative mind
As you climb those celestial stairs