Short Nets Poems
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Tie the knots and patch.
Throw the net and make the catch.
Nets for one and all,
Not just for the basketball.
But useful and clean,
Work together as a team.
The Love-knots of unity,
Hold us all for Eternity.
By Jesus and the Holy Spirit,
Our net with Treasure in it.
sun-nets:
...for realism in action...
there be
a sound of silence
as to such
natures wisdoms
they be
dated and buried
hidden in time
lists of dates
what be
such as combination
key to calendar
of poetic writings
be it
2020
2019
2018
or other?
stan sand
Without rhyme,
the words fade into the mist
Without rhyme,
the verse so begotten
Without rhyme,
all passages blow with the wind
Without rhyme
—so quickly forgotten
(Villanova University: January, 2020)
“Without rhyme, it’s like playing tennis without a net.”
Robert Frost
a man and woman
walking on separate paths –
children scream loudly
rose petals falling
as flowers die on the vine –
three boys pricked alone
weeping willow trees
shroud their twisted trunks with limbs –
tree house and laughter
early in the day
sun shines above the frog pond –
boys, buckets, and nets
June 29, 2015
she doesn't
wattle she
doesn't walk
like a pair
of nylons
she runs
but i
a belly
bloated
blowfish
don't dare
even to try
to even think
or contemplate
chasing her in a
marathon and
so s l o w l y
lag behind
my pace
maker
and
my
mile
marker
only at
five
and
a
half
inches
that's it
watches her
amazing
feat
Form:
Players of two teams were booting the Ball
Ball between legs not finding rest at all
Tolerating merciless kicks, hoping kiss with Net
Whiffing restlessly 90 minutes, 44 legs sweat
Flirted with both Nets, stayed loyal to Octopus Paul
( Oct 2010 - Won "Honourable Mention" in Members Contest... "Let's Limerick " held by Linda-Marie the Sweetheart of P.S)
Dockworkers on strike, the ocean gray
and choppy. Wind whips the rigging
of a sailing ship with its weathered hag –
figurehead once lovely in a gentler
age. What Time weaves of us. A line
from memory flits to places farther
inland, when you were younger, every-
thing graced with light: the rain,
the chickweed, and the burdock leaf.
Tomorrow, another ship comes in.
Rans nets, which bind and trap.
Ensnare and incapacitate all who swim in the oceans of life
I tangle thy golden skeins.
Your pearlescent webs that move in the voids between the 9 dimensions.
Your webs of final fate that float and dance between the worlds.
Ensnaring everybody in the 9 planes and all existences
may your golden Webs ensnare the wrongs
done to me and right them.
The old fisherman sat in his dory
Empty nets, but concocting a story
It would sure mean his life
Should he greet his young wife
At the dock without financial quarry.
Now his wife was as fit as could be
With the girth and the might of a tree
He considered her ire
Then began to perspire
And headed his boat ... out to sea.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Tax & Finance Limericks - Old or New" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.
A nice, pretty Jewish woman
told me a while back
that she thought Basketball was for Black people
What she didn't realize is that it used to be called
"The Jewish Game".
I passed through a period as a youth when
I wanted to become a basketball player
Well, I am now a poet
Maybe one day I will write a poem
about Elgin Baylor or George Mikan
Know who they were?
They were fine ballplayers
Memories of ballgames
are burned into my consciousness
ONE CAN ALWAYS DREAM!