There's a sweet young lady named Jill
for whom travel is such a big thrill.
She sees many places
and lots of kind faces
in Asheville, Nashville,
Seattle and Seville,
Belleville, Louisville
and Copacabana, Brazil!
dad could roll a cigarette
with just two fingers
and the tip of his tongue
i saw him do this once
in a wind storm
he would shave just close enough
to keep himself grizzled
he could dive into an engine
to wrench a rattle
and make it purr
he was an expert drinker
astounding all-comers
so
ever since
he took a Louisville Slugger
to moms head
the three of us
ma
he
and me
were all astounded
Harley Quinn,
Harlequin.
Evil twin.
Don't cross her.
You won't again.
She uses a Slugger.
Louisville bat.
The Joker dumped her.
A very Mad act.
Ms. Quin's not chagrin.
She runs a Rhino.
A big Sixty D.S.
Was in on that deal.
To end the Enchantress.
She's been there and back.
No pretense yet a fact.
Harlequin is a genius.
She'll easily escape prison.
It Seem's as Ms. Quinn
Sees with split vision.
No one lived more inside the moment,
No one left others more bent to his will,
No one remembered more for the things that he said,
No one more misunderstood while being so loved
—than Muhammad Ali
(Louisville Kentucky: July, 2020)
NB This is a repost original was deleted. Unfortunately I was without an internet for two days and I am truly blocked. I am sorry but I shall probably miss some poem. I can't help it.
How pleasant it was to drive out of Louisville,
Accompanied by my dearest lovely sweet Jill.
Quickly we found a vantage place upon a hill.
A stunning scene before us was a joyful thrill.
A hillside green with ferns growing near a rill.
Dotted here and there birds flew with a shrill,
Sometimes finding some rest on a far-off mill.
I saw that some people had planned a landfill,
Big beeches, hornbeams, bushes of cranesbill.
But red dusk fell, Jill and I felt the subtle chill,
To a cafeteria we went for we had time to kill.
On a cold December night, a snowstorm
failed to stop a fire in Colorado.
And tinder-dry trees fueled a firestorm
that turned two towns into ash and shadow.
A prairie grass fire in Boulder County,
wiped out Superior and Louisville.
And folks celebrating Christmas bounty,
saw their neighborhoods reduced to landfill.
Well-over, a thousand homes got destroyed,
many others severely scorched and burnt.
And to those left homeless and unemployed,
the Marshall fire is still fresh and current.
Families watched their dreams go up in smoke,
no one smiled, no one joked, and no one spoke.
(Sonnet)
01/09/2022
This or That, Vol 9 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Title Chosen..."UP In Smoke"
The content of "The Character of "The Two Greatest Mayors of Louisville Kentucky: Gregory Fischer,and Jerry E. Abramson. Here is "The Content of there combined "Character"! They both realize the "Truth".Here it is!! The pleasure of Love is in Loving. They realize that all are "Happier" in "The passion we feel than in what they or we inspire,and they know that we all would like to continue to inspire,so that we all can remain in the real pleasure of loving and love as our desired passion with inspiration.Love is a many splendored thing!We realize "The Content of The Character of any of our leaders.We will not be fooled or tricked.No cord or cable can draw so forcibly,or bind so fast,as love can do with only a single thread! When all else fails love saves.Love is the fulfilling of "The Law". It is the human summum bonum. As we embody its spirit we incarnate and express divinity.It is an all surrounding atmosphere in which we live,even though unconsciously. In proportion as we send out love we receive it.We are blessed to send and receive love! Let us start transmitting and receiving "LOVE"! In Jesus name we pray! Amen. So be it and so it is.
One DIRTY BIRD COP and (our) cities burn... again
Now some want to defund or get rid of police altogether.
Others want to strip citizens of their 2nd Amendment RIGHTS.
If they get their way, there'll be a huge run on
Big-mouthed dogs, knives, Louisville sluggers, and bear spray.
You can bet the ogres of our society would be
buffing their Saturday night specials
and HIGH-FIVING to their good fortune,
Good luck to all the GOOD PEOPLE of our great nation.
SWING AWAY -spray away- read away...bite away!
So darn poor
Even the slaves took pity
And the devil stole my moonshine
Swing me down to the river
Blue monday mothers child
The world left behind
turned it's back on
Cotton picking corn husk fingers
Brother of the necklace rope
Swinging from the Joshua tree
Tennessee , Mississippi , Louisville
Sweet home Alabama
In Birmingham they sure do love the governors
Awakened by a fleeting shower,
weatherman’s prediction: “It’s a go!”
Derby Festival’s kick-off hour –
airshow / fireworks on the Ohio.
Thunder o'er Louisville, my best op
to display my skill as an artist.
Tourists / locals drop by my street shop
to watch me draw skies filled with stardust,
jet formations, bursts of colored light.
September 24, 2019
We'd leave just after breakfast
Play hard all day
There were no cell phones or play dates
We would gather up our friends
take off down the monkey trail
running wild in the thistle fields
chased fly balls on the baseball diamond
collected pop bottles for a nickel a piece
lunch was gulps of warm hose water
a palm filled with stolen plums.
Then off to the train trestle
slinging rocks at muddy beer bottles
flattening pennies on the rails
there were no clocks to tug at our tails.
Dusk was the cue for us to move things along
5-speed banana bikes slicing the monkey trail in the half-light.
Mad little monkeys and scratching the back of our minds
The trail ogres and perverts never dare touch us.
We had the numbers and were armed with Louisville slugger bats.
We were trail-toughened little bucks
the warm hose water didn't kill us.
We were grimy little dust devils
on a lightning streak of good luck.
Metro Louisville streets, the promise of a stiff drink
A 20 sack of weed
Heavy blankets in the back when I need to dream
Hand warmers from Dollar Tree
A few one dollar can teas.
Its week three,
Flattened in the back seat
In the winter, freezing
Swiping left and right for warm sheets and a release
Tonight I wont worry about where I will sleep
I only packed enough food for a week
Eating is a treat
Lazy, long, leisurely lunch,
Lolling, laughing, lingering,
O'er lamb-stew, linguini 'n lager.
In Louisville, Los Angeles, Las Vegas,
London, Lisbon, or Lyon;
At Los Olivos, Las Palmas, La Paloma,
La Scala, La Baguette, or La Castilla:
Let lunch lie palatially on your palate,
Let lunch slowly settle in your limbs,
Let lunch last always:
Let it lustrate and luminate
Life lived long and lived well.
LEAVING CINCINNATI
Rumbling south over 1000 feet to freedom :
The Roebling bridge, and below,
Its Stars and Stripes hanging limp in the wind,
A tugboat slowly pushing
Sixteen blue-black coal barges,
Almost sinking in the waves.
Over the Kentucky line
Turn right onto I- 71 to Louisville,
Steel skeletons of bridges
Left behind in the rear view mirror.
..................................................................
NOTE ........In the movie RAINMAN, Tom Cruise and Dustin Hoffman are excellently filmed crossing this bridge.
Truly History In the Making
Remember when some sweaters we wove
Was while we were sitting in a pretty grove
Birds started singing and others flew by
Certainly a delightful day cannot deny.
Trees were tall and much shade they made
And there on lovely lawn we often laid
Exchanging things that we did discuss
About having to ride in back of the bus.
Even had to go to school of our very own
Booker T. Washington until fully grown
We saw Cassius Clay fighting in the ring
Who all of us loved more than anything.
One day he turned out to be a dear old dad
Died just before Father's Day and are said
For him to a far better place he has gone
No longer any big crowds will ever be drawn.
Made peace with master; put away each glove
Was thriller from Louisville we so do love
Wanted one last thing done which was sweet
Be sure to have Hearst driven down a street.
Mohammad Ali in private place was buried
After to see him last time everyone hurried
Events he did in his life were breath-taking
He had truly been history in the making.
James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
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