Skrilla doot doot
See LaMelo Ball shoot
six-seven to the hoop
Hornets fans toot toot
sixth season—next is seven
6 ~ 7
Phenom Taylen Kinney
sells 6 7 Water plenty
what’s it mean—what’s the skinny?
hype don’t mean nothin’—yo!
6 ~ 7
Every kid in every school
willing to break every rule
say it cuz it sounds so cool
say it while you can
6 ~ 7
“How is everyone?”
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“Please do not say that.”
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“How many times do I—“
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“I prohibit you from saying—“
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
“I will send you to detention—“
(classroom shouts)
6 ~ 7
Skrilla doot doot
6 ~ 7 …
See LaMelo Ball shoot
6 ~ 7 …
Taylen Kinney root toot
6 ~ 7 …
(Repeat, softer — fade)
You never know; you could possess the eternity gene.
The one that morphed from ordinary into a miracle.
It would seem wonderful... at first.
You'd become a star
a YouTube phenom
a best seller
everybody screaming for an autograph
a touch of your polyester robe
begging for the secret to eternal life.
The envy of the universe....
Delayed pulse of a curse.
You've outlived a million wives and counting.
100 million friends.
You've been to an endless chain of children's funerals.
A million sorrows that never end.
You've outlived your favorite constellation.
You're blind to the possibility of ever meeting God.
You finally pray for the blessing of a death. That never arrives.
You'd half lose your mind,
become a display in a museum.
Eventually be pitied as a freak.
Treated as a leper.
To be avoided at all costs
A never-ending cosmic flaw.
Fast as you can say ‘Jack Robinson’
Up pops another rookie phenom
But as April heroics fade
to June swoons
Came the dog days of August
extinguished ~ the honeymoon
I Am a TITAN, Solar Helmet Steady
I Am a Golden Phenom of Self Mastery,
Burning Bright, I Am a Diamond Soul of Opulence
Rising in Hyperborean Confidence,
I Am Heaven Blessed and Royally August
I Am Valiant, I Am Gallant, I Am Robust
I Am a Lion Blooded, Eagle Minded Conqueror
In Total Freedom My Wings Flutter,
Solo Ponderer, I Soul Cypher the Great Mystery
Tramping these Legendary Victories,
Kindling the Spark Of Hope, Ignites the Phoenix Epitome
Golden Born, I Rise Like Joshua Over Jericho
Fortified like Iron Pillars, I Stand Tall
Where the Stars are Blazing, Suddenly Blazon, Suddenly Enthralled
The Shine is of Jubilance
I Am Shimmering in Luminance,
Ecstatic and Exuberant
I Am a Phosphorescence Of Exuberance,
I Am Enlivened by the Resuscitation of the Searing Blaze
I Am Alive, I Am Sublime, I Am Stoic in Archaic Faith,
Star Gleaming, I Am a Metric Ton of Glorious Gold
Blazing the Noble Path of the Eight Fold,
Belief, it's an Absolute Must
Full Speed Ahead, the Inner Fire Combusts
This Luminous Torch Within I Trust
Got me Soul Drifting Wanderlust
The world has no idea
what it's been missing,
the Death Adders are hissing
and we are deaf to the warning.
Too late to stop the snakes
from spreading the venom,
too late to recognize the Phenom
is six hundred sixty six.
I ponder the phrase, ponder the 'natural'.
There are an infinite number of ways to die
either tragically or macabrely comic,
countless ways to cash-in or cash-out.
Obituaries record ‘sad endings’ from natural causes,
peaceful age related slow-go.
Lingering, suffering, grinning in a dark room
just waiting...not so natural.
The deceased have no say of course
some step on garden rakes and die from a hole in the head,
some deliberately put a hole in their heads.
Death is a one size fits all phenom.
Natural? Maybe if natural is a clown car full of bull crap.
What's unnatural, what is a great blessing
is when the once living plant God in your heart
then depart on a cosmic greyhound
leaving you to ponder the unnatural aspects
of the ever-loving natural.
Home delivery is the lastest phenom
Groceries plus other items, the whole spectrum
Let's hope it continues
When the danger's through
When relief is permanent and welcomed
Ralph Waldo Emerson: “A woodland walk, a quest for river-grapes, a mocking thrush, a wild rose or rock-living columbine, salve my worst wounds.”
SUFFERING SEASON
broken…
the sediment — a deposition seed,
of what meaning, this scrawl?
splinters splayed, suffering season
comforted by a columbine.
pressed into the carnivorous cranny
of melancholic chords, phantom phenom
appears from sunless shadows,
felicitous with numb heartstrings.
pretense of petals pierced,
potent poison’d creative mind.
woman in white, welded to hatchery,
sings wisdom and solitude —
shy flower cranes its head to listen.
rebirth croons in crannied space,
cramps of convalescence released.
a lonely boy. . . the florid dove lands
on two fingers, he’s mesmerized —
the apparition strokes his hair.
2/21/2020
Flower in the Crannied Wall Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
My full name is Mickey Charles Mantle
Adored by baseball fans, left the records in shambles
Born in Tupelo, Miss
A real phenom I is
Always wanted to be a ballet dancer till I broke my ankle
The super group ABBA is on it's way back
A new generation will learn why they led the pack
A Swedish phenom
Led the world in song
We all rejoice as they turn the clock back
Makama, Funom
a creative, precocious phenom
wrote the Canterbury Tales
whilst on a schoolboy vacation in Wales.
I can watch them again,
grown men at a children's game,
the glory of the Show
on the TV screen.
For a while
I couldn’t watch,
knowing
I’d been close.
A phenom
Double A at 18
90+ fastball,
but it didn’t move.
And in Triple A
and spring training
for the Show
they ate it up.
When I tried harder
my arm blew up
rotator cuff - tendinitis
epicondylar fasciatus
Tommy John
physio, drugs, steroids.
Hope springs eternal
but nothing helped
enough.
Now I sit in this bar,
mush for brains
just like my arm.
Don’t care that
drugs and alcohol
don’t mix
as I watch them
knowing almost
is worse than
never.
Step right up unto the latest craze
Doe bank baby trying to escape
Big buck's double digit haze ?
A phenom horned in sound
Sweeping across its banks
Her plastic hobo clowns.
I'm going for the
Gold,
My heart is in control,
Trying to succeed
takes giant
G.U.T's
I'm a lion
from the ghetto
Just running
through the meadow,
not looking for alliance
you can the have science,
because when the
game starts,
my faith is the
appliance
Heart pounding hard
boxer
you should win
a Oscar
Not fighting for
popularity
I want the game to
marry me
Don't care about a
Salary
The best
until they bury me
Train all day,
that's how you gain
clarity
Talking bad about my team
should be a sin
Blasphemy
The color of the midnight sky,
I am the color of indigo.
I am the smile after every storm,
I am the 6th color of the rainbow.
I exemplify innate wisdom,
Allow me to be your muse,
Intuitive and understanding,
Mental wealth you can’t refuse.
I am the backdrop for the stars
And the background to the moon.
Look to me, you’ll find spirituality,
A higher power you’ll be in tune.
I symbolize solitude and oneness,
A sort of psychic capability.
A color of strength, a color of depth,
The phenom of self-mastery.
I am indigo, the color of knowledge,
The complexion of self-reflection.
I am indigo, master of personal thoughts,
The color of profound introspection.
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