Short Sandburg Poems
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the fog rolls in
on little dog paws
it sits looking
over beach and island
on silent haunches
then springs up and moves on
Carl Sandburg 'THE PEOPLE ! YES'
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people power= one man/one vote
Today I’m grateful for babies and for Carl Sandburg
In today’s world they are the perfect pairing
from which my gratitude is drawn…
Because a baby, as Carl Sandburg said,
is God’s opinion
that the world is meant to on.
Should one watch sports or
go see great art
Why not do both ?
After all Carl Sandburg wrote a poem
about baseball
and he was an artist
No. I don't draw as well
as the old masters
but I do enjoy doodling
There is no joy in Mudville
if you receive rejections letters!
they come like little pawed feet
gathering strings and yarns of life
silently sitting on their haunches
eager to peek further in the door
'til hounds arouse to nip at bytes
and paws skitter and move on
© Goode Guy 2013-12-25
with appreciation to Carl Sandburg
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174299
The fog comes/on little cat feet.//
It sits looking/over harbor and city/
on silent haunches/and then moves on.
~Carl Sandburg
Arrival of fog was something
more catty with claws extended
it gripped the town with damp dreadful
shivering so even church bells
refused to ring and shopkeepers
closed their normally friendly doors
against the sudden misery
of a day gone terribly wrong.
A.R. Ammons on the mound
Auden on the mound
Ginsberg on 1st
Frost on second
Carl Sandburg on third
Ferlinghetti at short
Right Field - Wordsworth
Left field - Shelly
Blake - Center field
Shakespeare - Catcher
Have I dropped enough
names for you?
What's so bad about
being a name dropper?
The game is on
Unfortunately my team
is losing
But with poetic talent
They may yet
Eke out a victory
Postscript - They just won!
Form:
Silvery Moon drifts through open window.
Baby's bassinet is bathed in evening sky.
Across the open yards, Silvery Moon gifts,
gifts love and devotion to taper the shadows.
A shimmer to shield from darkness
dusting sleepy lids with light like baby powder.
Hold fast to fleeting innocence
and boldness of brilliant shield
as you swaddle my tender babe tonight
through open window, Silvery Moon.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, August 7, 2012
Inspired by Babyface (Carl Sandburg)
Another World Series
I lay down and watched
as the Cubs
won it in ten
A victory after one hundred and eight years of frustration
My hometown team - the Mets
didn't mention it this year
but I salute the Cubs of Chicago
Carl Sandburg wrote of that metropolis and
wrote of baseball
Thousands upon thousands
of fans
in
the
stands
cry out
for the their team
After the struggle
I pick up a pen - write this ode
about the field of dreams