With one mighty swing of your forty-two ounce bat,
out of the ballpark was where the baseball was at.
A great player blessed with athletic prowess,
you made the ball travel like a nonstop express.
You were Wampum, Pennsylvania's native son.
As far as sports was concerned, you could not be outdone.
One of the Major League's feared sluggers you would be.
Many opposing pitchers became filled with anxiety.
An outstanding career was something you could claim.
I still wonder why you are not in the Hall of Fame.
Yes, you were better than many who played the game.
May you rest in peace as they will remember you name.
Dick Allen
(1942-2020)
Categories:
sluggers, baseball, death of a
Form: Rhyme
Bitter, battered, bruised and spent
Throwing punches aimed to dent,
Bobbing, weaving, sighing loud,
Gladiators playing to the crowd.
Armed with words that cut like steel
Inflicting wounds that won't fast heal,
Nostrils flaring, bulging eyes,
Parrying blows with stifled sighs.
Indignation, slights of old,
Each man's purpose bitter, cold,
One sole aim, that fatal blow,
Boiling anger on full show.
As to us the silent horde
Stunned by this discordant chord,
We watch and wonder how we came
To such a place so sad and lame.
Is this all we now deserve
Screeching buzzards without verve,
Gone the poise, the weathered charm
Just two sluggers out to harm?
Categories:
sluggers, america, angst, appreciation, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
partty's ice man breath
just a mint
of
death
what spoon
does swallow
bird drops before death
it wallows
oh what
fragrance
from spring
brought from
bring
me
to
i
am
who
simple is
what of this
speak oh sluggers
less my slumber
come in dream
woe beyond
meaning
understanding the hollows
how much further the winding
pillows slept from lost generations
still hope is made for clinging
who should be miss taken
same to whom gets took
breaking hands
of
babies
crushing
hopes and dreams
grabbing the foot
of
a
crawl
turning
it to
an
scream
spare me to death
while breathing
pattys ice man breath
?
.
..
...
..
.
"ice man"
pepper mint candies
?
Categories:
sluggers, art,
Form: Lyric
Rage flaring that pipe
Two doors and I’m knocking
Hello friend zone
Trying to get me to take a number
We can’t talk about it
Cause I’m trying to keep my cool head
Wince when you turn your back
But I keep groveling
I know how to self sooth
Punishment and I are old friends
Don’t need you serving it
I’m gonna brake all the glasses
I can hear you laughing
When you’re pretending
Like I have no power on you
But you’re sorely mistaken
I catch you smiling
The look that says you know
I broke the mold
And now you’re softening
Stop playing with sluggers
The butterfly is just waiting
She can make you feel
If you let her in
Thick in the air
I can’t even breath
It’s just hanging
As we sit ignoring it
When the sky is lit with fireflies
You’ll see her fly away
You can’t pull only when I turn away
It’s broken if you play that way
Categories:
sluggers, butterfly, feelings, friendship, games,
Form: Rhyme