Sixty years since i saw him
But he suddenly came to mind
A quiet sense of humour
Of the mischievous kind
A pleasant disposition
Except when crossed
Then very soon to remind
Who was in fact the boss.
An unlikely friendship because
We were years and ranks apart
But somehow i could never
Take the Army thing to heart
A square pegged soldier
Never quite fitting in
Leading this charmed life
Of undiscovered sin.
Always respectful of rank
When together on base
Down in the pub at night
Near equals face to face.
I, of course left
He carried on
I only found out
Long after he was gone
He achieved senior rank
Became very well respected
I suppose on reflection
Only what was expected.
I wonder if he ever remembered
His disrespectful boozing mate
And how we both reassumed rank
As we passed the barracks gate
As we breathed together she and I,
in through nose, out through mouth,
her partner stood behind.
Heel of his hand on base of her spine.
With each deep intake he pressed harder,
in a circular motion.
The pressure eased her ferocious pain
as we breathed again, she and I.
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood.
Coursing through us to him,
the baby within my child.
For As we be breathed Poetry Contest
For Unseeking Seeker.
18/08/2021
The heart, a feral beast
The heart, an indigent and feral beast,
Is a wily and treacherous creature
Enticing me to act on base instincts,
Who is the slave and who is the master?
July 27,2020
I'm into me a secret mine, sentient treasure
walking on me, a pavement of thinking
maybe a knowledge or light
I learn every atom of inside with insight
sometimes imperceptibly I come out
and behave outside as the light of power
to prove and acquire the limitation of unlimited dream,
on base of perception or intuition
I compose a battle of biased argument
or shed the cosmic ignorant blood!
-13/11/19 CTG, BD
Crawling down the tunnels
Of Chu Chi
I could almost imagine
The Viet Kong guerillas
Hiding deep under the tunnels
As the land above is turned
Into a temporary dessert
With the vegetation burned off
By napalm and agent orange
The Viet Kong creep out at night
Stealing onto the bases
Stealing weapons, food, supplies
And occasionally killing soldiers
In their sleep
The US soldiers
Stay on base at night
Terrified of the mosquitos
And of the Viet Kong
the ghosts
Surround me
Telling me their stories
And at last I fled
Through the emergency escape tunnel
Declaring victory
Profoundly shaken up
By the ghosts of the Chu Chi tunnels
Tim made his way to play home plate,
a smile now brightened wide his face,
good blow and he would be on base.
His team now trailed, the innings late,
a home run might help tie the game,
and pay him wee degree of fame.
Ball came across fast low and straight,
It made him move away from zone,
the slider hitting plate well thrown.
With new grin he took time to wait,
bat made dirt fly away from spikes,
took second strike the pitcher likes.
Tim needed chew his bite was great,
wad gave his teeth some jawing time,
with chew, Tim gave ball distant climb.
7-12-18
Tim made his way to play home plate,
his team now trailed, the inning late.
Ball came across fast, low and straight,
with new grin he took time to wait.
Tim needed chew, his bite was great.
I stared at all the jerseys
Worn by Yogi, Mickey, Lou,
The Babe and Derek Jeter,
Thurman Munson, Roger, too…
And I realized all these Yankees,
Those alive and those who’ve died,
Wore those uniforms, no matter when,
With dignity and pride.
For so many baseball players,
Playing ball was all they knew.
They were lucky that success rewarded
What they loved to do.
At the stadium, we cheered them
For each time they got on base,
With an inkling of whose jersey
Will join others in that case.
Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game
Eye of the tiger among forest mist
Is it evolution or is it God made this beast exist
Or jaguar with that has a bite force caiman’s armor cannot resist
Or hornet with its demonic speed often seen on apiarist’s blacklist
Blake would call it fierce symmetry
I call it majesty
But it is noting to space with stars that are shiny
Magnificence of nebulas where lights glow but air does not flow free
And what would evolve to live in space
With biological not mechanical countenance
Among the moons and auroras find its place
I saw something like that once and it is intense
In a vortex life would thrive
Forming its own unique hive
And on base not needed evolution it would continue to strive
Towards perfection as it would be alive
But what fifth elements spirit and those beyond soul
What would be arena in which they would reach ultimate goal?
Vortex of spirit as environment for life of the soul
This environment, spirits’ baseless evolution for soul its life awe inspiring to all
The Phillies are not scoring many runs.
They’re leaving runners on base.
Zeros are on the board.
Get it together.
Bad hitting and bad pitching
does not win you games.
Not many victories come
when you score three or less runs.
No postseason play
if you lose too many games.
Play like a winner.
To a relief pitcher, this is infuriating.
With his team leading, it is the ninth inning.
Inability to hold the lead can be humiliating.
With a two run lead, and two runners on base,
the batter hits the ball right out of the place.
The pitcher was unable to get the third out.
With the game lost, it’s a long walk to the dugout.
This can ruin a relief pitcher’s night without a doubt.
This season has been a great big flub.
Their tickets are harder to sell on Stub Hub.
The play from this team appears inherently weak.
It looks like the end of their five season division streak.
They appear to have trouble scoring a run.
When runners are stuck on base, the boys comes undone.
There are so many games the other teams have won.
Seeing this is the cause of fan frustration.
The fans stay away in order to save some face
because the team is struggling to stay our of last place.
What are the people saying around here?
That old, worn out phrase, “Wait until next year”.
Soon, the instincts that kept us drawn,
Excitedly, will all be chased.
Xenophiles, that are of your case,
Uncover thoughts that have been spawned.
Aggressive measures, that are fawned,
Lead to times that we can not waste,
Issolating ourselves on base,
Zoning out until the next dawn.
As this preliminary play
Touches you in all the right spots,
Initiate love the right way,
Overtly taking the right shots.
Now, you are ready for the lay,
Sweating the words that got you hot.
Hmmm I don't know what to say.
But im glad that i saw you the other day.
Your smile made my day.
I was nervous like if i was on stage.
Your eyes made me go crazy like if i was a animal in a cage.
Im not trying to get on base.
But I can play in case.
I cannot wait until I see your pretty face.
But I don't know when and what place.
I will do anything to win in this race.
You heart is the only thing i want to chase-Mario Perez
Magnetic anomalies
Often tied to a crystal
That submerged with Atlantis
In Bermuda’s Triangle
Flight 19 left Florida
Routine military squad
Training mission, planes on course
‘Til pilots saw something odd
Sea met sky; which way was up?
Compasses spinning about
Then radio transmissions
They were suddenly without
North and south undistinguished
Seemed like a frightening dream
As the air control on base
Saw them fade from radar’s screen
Rescue effort quickly launched
14 men were lost at sea
But to this day no one knows
What became of Flight 19
Just one of many cases
Bermuda’s Triangle lore
Pilots fall to certain doom
On the cold Atlantic floor
Atlantis technology
May have led to its demise
A sunken crystal’s power
Still lures aircraft from the skies
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