Short Pinstripes Poems

WILTING TULIPS

beauty in wilting tulips
pink and white pinstripes 
the relation with wrinkles

a soft tissue that wipes
away and leaves behind
cheek-y kisses of yesterday

a twinkle in the eye
rewind of the reel
that love remains
after each flower fades

5/31/2018...

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Looking down from somewhere up in the sky. 
Mickey Mantle and Duke Snider stand by.
Below, Bronx Bombers, all in their pinstripes,
come out swinging their bats, taking their swipes.
Dem Bums have Shohei Ohtani and Betts.
Get ready, this is as good as it gets.
"Play ball", says the ump, to a lightning flash.
Big bats heard o'er the land, a thunder crash.
It starts raining as, out of the park, it flies.  
Is it Mantle or Snider who cries?...

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As just about everyone knows,
New York City has five boroughs.
You could be standing in Queens or Manhattan.
Living could also be in Staten Island or Brooklyn.
No other borough has what we have here.
Everybody has heard of the “Bronx Cheer”.
The Bronx is familiar with that infamous sound.
The boys in pinstripes have endured many a round.
Stick your tongue out, put your lips together, and blow.
To voice your disapproval, that is the way to go....

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Listen to poem:

The Escape Artist
David J Walker

He was 
	Well dressed
In a Goodwill sort of way

	Pinstripes down his
Breast 

	Cuffed at the end of 
Each long leg

	Shoes buffed
Into mirrored shine 

Checking his Canal Street Rolex 
	For the incorrect time
	
This is how his
	Day goes

Blowing Orbicular grey smoke 
forced through his churlish nose 

	Awaiting the arrival of 
The next Greyhound bus

	That necessarily must
take him

Anywhere else...

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