Short Pitch In Poems
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Trump is cooking, busy kitchen
Wants America to pitch in
Every voter's fondest wish
Taste and savor final dish
February 8, 2025
Jelly Belly had her sex with a saxophone
Up and down in pitch in perfect transposition
In melodic intervals
Jelly listens what he tells
"I put my dysfunction at your disposition".
She was a self promoter
Other talents not obvious
Not a person to pitch in
She was not someone you could count on
Always singing her praises.
Some days she would brag about
Saving people's lives
We were quite doubtful
As she never offered to help
Anyone at work
Listening to the radio tonight
Cubs-Brewers playoff game
I visualize each pitch in my mind
Ditched TV back in 1978
never returned, no regrets
Baseball’s alive inside my brain
the crack of the bat
~ deeply ingrained
With my plucky granddaughter, I'm ne'er bored.
She saunters at connate emblems and depth.
And the way the fay sway with her.
Five-year-old darts on slight span.
Brilliant, brittle crane drum,
Tall, hefty gist sight,
Pitch in limns burns.
With swish rifts.
Wingbeats
wheeze.
Red is the red rum
and blooms of chaconia…
the Scarlet Ibis
Black is the black gold
and dark souls of the slave ships…
the pitch in the lake
White is the cricket
and old bones of lost Empire…
ghosts of Trinidad
Written: July 2015
Note: pictured is the flag of
Trinidad & Tobago.
Far from the laden moon
amber waves caress my mood.
Giving and taking the picture perfect
pitch in the phonetical phoenix
rising into power.
Stroking the ether and blending and
bleeding faults forever entombed
in the mineral-rich bed made by the
maid in her lunacy.
In lunar spectacular radiance
foaming in perfection the amber waves
caress my mood from the laden moon.
Clear the table
Line the books along the shelves
Everyone join in
Arrange the chairs so none can fall
Naughty children don’t pitch in
Under chairs and under tables check we haven’t missed a toy
Paints and brushes put away
Toys are all picked up for today
I read a story as we wait
Mom’s or Dad’s are on their way
Everyone its time to go…..I hope you had a real fun day
Fat balls
white stitches curve a fast sun
SLAM arcs to anxious
brown leather skins.
Batter up!
Sheepskin rolls
come to age in camera points
POP flashes to jubilant
boyish grins. Next up!
Fat rolls
duffles pitch in pointed darkness
BANG target anxious
leather skins.
Soldier up!
Mother Earth's Plea
Once upon a time I was so beautiful
Now my body is cluttered with pestilence,
I’m slowly dying inside.
Hear my suffering,
feel my rain of tears,
my seasons of grief and anguish
Please restore my magical beauty and charm,
the rhythm of harmony and balance
so I can survive
If you love me, keep me clean and recycle.
Everyone needs to pitch in!
6/17/2015
We felt tiny,
Her hand in mine
Upon that strand,
Sundown’s rich show
Of indigo
And pink, lush hues
To darkness washed,
True pitch in which
Pale surf, aglow,
Whooshed, foaming in
‘Neath stars, aglitter,
So infinite—
Oh! flecks we were,
Mere motes until
My arms I wrapped
Around my wife
And, lost in love,
We shared a kiss:
Wide world, sea vast,
Eternal sky
Then faded all
To naught.
"Greetings from an IWD Kitchen"
The soup is not burnt
nor is the toast
The eggs look edible
forgive me, I boast
International Woman's Day
I take on the kitchen
Give my wife the day off
'Tis my blind ambition...
Psst. I call her name
Maybe she'll pitch in
Alas, her husband is ~
neither cook nor magician
Let us go down, and visit the sea.
Let us go down to see how she lies.
Will she roll gently, whisper secrets to me,
or rise in anger and spit at the skies?
Ships toss and pitch in a savage sea,
creak and groan in hapless agony,
calling for Jesus to walk on her face,
gather the storm, and quickly erase.
But the sea goes wherever she will
she laughs at our fear and chagrin
"Hold still," she says, "and watch me
bury your guilt, wash away your sin."
gain at other expense is something i can't codome-
to it's just way to show you can't do it on your own-
we all have a mission each woman, man, boy and girl ,
yet we act like this is a dog eat dog world-
they say it's equal oppertunity regaurdless of our creed or color
so why is it so hard to succeed without stepping on each other.
we can get alone in this world if we all pitch in and try
,for somehow i truly believe that everyone deserve a piece of the pie.