Long Wildcats Poems
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Mike is a Glaswegian who trains with the Wildcats,
The wheelchair rugby team who like taking centre,
He was born on the 13th December 1982, the stats,
But had a diving accident in 2000 which did batter.
He was studying at college in health and fitness,
But during his rehab he was introduced to rugby,
The GB Development squad took him on, address,
Until in 2006 he was selected for the elite, as lucky.
The GB team took silver, 2011, at the Europeans,
And in London they came 5th to boast the place,
He became captain of the British team, had ions,
And at the Euros 2015 won gold, Rio to embrace.
Wildcats and hyenas will hunt together, demons will scream to demons, [the lilith also shall settle there...] and creatures of the night will live among the ruins [of Edom]. ~Isaiah 34:14 CEV, Darby
Evil lies,
for Lilith you are
a demon's
dire device,
sent straight from the devil's pit
to beguile fair Eve
and Adam;
the fools of Eden
fast succumbed
to the lure
of your beauty, ignoring
the tongue of the snake
speaking God-
damned words of deceit;
Did God not
say you can
be like us if you eat from
the tree? So eat, know
and follow
us, gain all knowledge
and wisdom;
beautiful
Lilith will be your one guide~
straight into hellfire
if only
they'd known it, if ears
had listened
and heard it,
that God's pre-given love gift
was kinship with Him.
Writing poetry makes no sense at all
It springs out of nowhere and travels into nothing ness
Lemons are nines and wildcats are chickens
Metaphoric twists have my stomach in knots
Iambic pentameter makes me want yell
Dammit ‘er!
I fling things onto a page on Monday
That I do not recognize myself on Tuesday
Not sure which personality wrote it
Sometimes it is impeccably bad, and none claim it
Abecedarian is fun for me,
But makes no sense in any way
Still I do it.
Why?
Why not?
I have this high energy waiting to
run, bounce, jump, slap and play.
So I read flowery sonnets, and they give me pause
I have tried to write prissy, Shakespearean but it does not like me.
I don’t even like to read that crap.
Yes, some poetry is crap.
Some of it is marvelous, witty, funny, cheery and gay.
You can take that both ways
I do.
Poetry is something I fling onto a page
Some of my writing I eat for breakfast
and some of it eats me.
It is as simple as that.
Dogs are the smartest ones
in all of the animal kingdom,
they've been man's best friends
since Man began to roam.
It's a great feeling to have one,
also very sad to lose one as I did...
the indelible memories on grasslands
and wild wind while riding my horse.
My black hound with a white spot
on his head was the fastest one,
other dogs couldn't match up
to the stamina of this canine.
When I looked out to the marshlands,
I heard him sniff through the high grass
and with a bark he guided me through the haze,
in frog-infested water, I found a deer in a daze.
The young deer looked up and emitted a sight of relief
knowing that a brave dog had saved him,
I gave him water and he drank it all...
then he got up and ran in the stillness of Fall.
Many rescue missions I successfully accomplished,
saving rabbits, birds, wildcats and squirrels
and without the help of Lucky and his intelligence
I wouldn't have been rewarded and honored.
Well-established wonder-stricken wayfarers will work with wizards,
who worry worm-eating warblers will wander by with Wyandottes.
Witchdoctors wallowing with Weiss beer will widen willowy wonky
widow’s walks. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Wonderful wearisome woolly Willies whose wrinkly wiggly whatchamacallits will weigh whizzing wingfish whipped wildly within Widow Williams’s whirlybird’s window wells. Who? What? When? Why? Why not?
Why wayfarers? Witches? Wizards, Wolverines? Witchdoctors? Well, woks, workbenches, wobbly wickiups, were wildly wanting whiffle ball’s wishful wildcats, which is why we were willing to wind up wolves, women, and worst-case woodcocks into worthy wayfarer’s winter wineglass widgets within wonderful, wise-cracking
woodland’s wee-folk who reside within wizardly wigwams.
Who? What? When? Where? Why? Why not?
Warm whoopee wayfarers welcome willing witchdoctor's whizzing whatchamcallits on Wednesdays with wonderfulness.
Sometimes things don’t work out as planned
not that Nate planned it, such is basketball love
and strong are the threads of the basketball net.
He hooped all summer, sweating on outdoor court
before moving to school gym through fall and winter
knowing he was good but must work to be better.
Moving up to High School, things getting better
Varsity as a freshman, thing’s going as planned
four years of hard practice through each fall and winter
at High School graduation, all he got was love.
Conference player of the year, full press court
college at Becknell’s - next year nothing but net.
Summer’s prep but his three pointer nowhere near net
a shoulder injury redshirts him; takes months to get better.
But a career year as a senior, he was king of the court
two years in March Madness, all going as planned
with college graduation, a brief cheerleader love
hope springs eternal with passing of winter.
Transfer to Kentucky and Wildcats, but with winter
a broken wrist and covid darken his net.
March Madness was cancelled, pandemic's tough love
yet nothing that going pro couldn’t make better.
But draft passed without call, nothing going as planned
it’s tough to stay centred on basketball’s court.
An anxious summer, tryouts on NBA courts
but covid loomed large, sport locked down in winter.
Would this end those hoop dreams he'd planned?
Then Christmas came early; a ten-day contract with the Nets
led to a place in the G League where he could get better
such is the trial of basketball love.
Then Nate moved to Europe following basketball love
but Ukraine and Russia offers covid cancelled with nyet.
A contract with Israeli Basketball’s Premier League was better
and he starred with Hapoel Holon, League champion that winter
on this stage, he was again king of the court
even though things didn’t always go as planned.
So ends this tale of basketball love, but with end of winter
will Nate be more than a jester caught in basketball’s net?
Sometimes things work out, but not always as planned
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link to Nate's wiki entry
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nate_Sestina
Oh, Moonshiner, man of the mountains high,
Where whispers of wind and wildcats' cry.
Your heart a kiln, your soul aflame,
With the secret of white lightning's name.
In hollows deep, your still does hum,
A symphony of steam, a hidden drum.
From fields of corn, a golden juice,
To fiery spirit, in silver cruse.
They call it 'stump water,' 'skullcracker,' too,
This potent elixir, born of dew,
A 'ruckus juice,' for joy and strife,
A taste of freedom, a taste of life.
You're a craftsman skilled, a master bold,
In the art of alchemy, stories untold.
With fire and patience, you coax it forth,
A spirit potent, of the mountain's worth.
So, raise a glass, to the moonshiner's art,
A rebel's brew, to stir the heart,
A taste of freedom, a whisper in the night,
A lightning flash, a fiery light.
Cat Angel in Incheon
Walking down the park at night
In my suburban Incheon Korean town
I encounter yet again
the mysterious Korean woman
dressed in white feeding
eight cats who surround her
eating their dinner in silent communion
She is feeding them
as she does every single night
she is the cat angel of Incheon
she takes care of the cats
every night
there are hundreds of cats
all over Incheon who are alive
because the cat lady Angel
took care of them
I don't understand the cat angel
because I don't understand cats
As far as I can tell
cats are alien creatures
from another universe
who are here spying on us
perhaps preparing for the ultimate invasion
they are very strange creatures
and why some people spend so much time
taking care of Wildcats
almost worshiping these strange creatures
well that is beyond me
because I'm not a cat person
There were wolves, coyotes and wildcats:
all fighting for supremacy in vast grasslands,
but envy made them greener than grass and harder than rock...
trying to break up the alliance between the rabbit and the fox.
Morning came without delay as light shone on the dusky, sea-weeded reefs;
they silently gathered behind the tallest weeds resembling hungry beasts,
hoping they'd pass by and entrap them and have a meal...
and they waited many hours to make that imagined kill.
How could they outsmart a rabbit with his agility
and a fox with his shrewdness? Their plot had to have ingenuity
to make them fall for that something they desperately craved...
and what was it they were looking for? Was it flesh they desired?
These two harmless animals looked out for each other ,
any unfamiliar sound or noise would make them shiver
and alarm them to keep a sharp eye on anything that moved...
even a gecko climbing rocks would would make them feel awkward.
And the shy rabbit and the sly fox gave a hint to hunters,
pointing where they were hiding: in the shade of poison oaks;
not knowing that they would have a mad rash so unexpected...
they ran chased by a dozen of dogs as the rabbit and foxed reveled.
The wolves, coyotes and wildcats vowed revenge, if they ever escaped;
no rabbit or fox would survive in their territory...if they were found
snoozing under the shady wildflowers or on the top of logs:
they'd surely be the perfect treat for their growling stomachs!
The rabbit and the fox finally enjoyed their freedom and loyalty
by planning a more effective strategy despite fret or calamity.
8/4/22
Too much crap coming with a high tax
Intentional not by chance
It's always been like that
Others talking behind backs
Especially after sipping out bottles from wine racks
It'll reach an end or climax
After a time lapse
Meanwhile it was in person or done behind glass
Having nothing or everything to do with finance
Nearby wildcats or waves with white caps
Took care of five tasks, ran nine laps
Nearby a lake full of striped bass
While carrying an ice axe
They said they were involved in divine acts
Across coarse and fine grass
Nearby several bike paths
I've had a nice laugh
Always ready to strike fast
Because you can't ever get any time back
Not a fool, intelligent
Not a tool, change is eminent
Nothing indefinite
It's already proven and evident
The truth instead of rhetoric
Heart cold, Mt. Everest
24/7 high and drinking alcoholic beverages
Humans always trying to have leverage
On my phone zero messages
At times gained or loss appendages
Pathetic is what their agenda is
Not easily do I forget, most things I remember it
Cause and effect quit treating me like a degenerate
Adding fuel to fire with accelerant
You're taking sides, I'mma call you Confederate
In the end, I'll turn into a revenant
No matter what you do, it's irrelevant
River beds sit full of sediments
Thank you, but I don't need your sentiments
This all shall be a testament
While among the elements
A curse or blessed to live
Damn yet again depression hit
It effected development or became a benefit
ed up but not desperate
No filter, won't ever quit
For more or less of it
I avoid over-populated areas, I'd rather be where it's desolate
Good on you if you have an impression from this
Your impact is minor or the size of an elephant
Quit being so quick to be the celebrant
You've been obsessed with percentages
Remaining far too petulant and delicate
Yeah I said it b****
It all goes for guys and gals regardless of if they get the gist of this
Oh we got another chump, I beg your pardon
All these schmucks, gosh darnit
Imma leave 'em stuck, Tar pit
Try your luck, start s***
I don't give a , it's a wrap like your body inside carpet