A hydro engine, Myer made'
It put car makers in the shade.
He was soon to die
Cause filed, vauge suspected.'
Just a ( stroke of bad luck.?)
Or murder directed.?
Chicken aroma haunts the booth
Colonel watches from his highlander, heavenly roof
Realizing gimmick, more nourishing than a baby ruth
Candy bar
Named after the major league diamond star
Crispy crunch
Microphones record the munch
From the perfect afternoon lunch
During eleven's hour
Clutch play was the power
Being able to respond
Using leather glove wand
Answering where to go
Enjoy a good show
And a meal
Base hit steal
Served up Freddie style
Working utilities, going the extra mile
Where nothing gets by
Unless the ball is a fly
Experiencing a short stop at the concession stand
Feeding hungry traditional fans
Taking daily win to the bank
For those pinstriping Yanks
Even if game ends with a strike out
Solid defense will earn a healthy shout
“Cluck it
We have a real cool beach bucket!”
I’m like, “Yo!”,
and he’s like, “Woh!”,
and I’m like, “Good to meet,”
and he’s like, “Yeah, real neat,”
and I’m like, “Jungle sucks,”
and he’s like, “It’s big bucks,”
and I’m like, “It’s the pits,”
and he’s like, “What a ditz!”,
and I’m like, “Where’s the beer?”,
and he’s like, “Why you here?”,
and I’m like, “I got sent,”
and he’s like, “Excellent!”,
and I’m like, “Let’s shoot pool,”
and he’s like, “That’s way cool,”
and he’s like, “You from Alaska?”,
and I’m like, “Nah – Nebraska”,
and he’s like, “Go Huskers!”,
and I’m like, “No tuskers?”
and he’s like, “Had a cull, for food”,
and I’m like, “Radical, dude
A
man who
wanted to
invent things, he
claimed he had made a
car that ran on water!
Said to be bribed and threatened
by Big Oil, he was deemed a fraud
when he refused to let the court test
his creation. Did no one see it work?
This is but one of the mysteries that
surrounds Stanley, who died after he
sipped some juice at a restaurant.
He gripped his throat and said that
he’d been poisoned, but this
was not proved. Why? Was
he gas-lighted?
Or was he
conning
US??
June 8, 2022
for Joe Maverick's Life Death And Aims Of Stanley Meyer Poetry Contest
Here lies the body of Stanley Meyer
Inventor, salesman, and consummate liar
A brain aneurysm
Might have kept him from prison
Both he and his fuel cell patents expired
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https://environment.umn.edu/education/susteducation/stanley-meyer-an-infamous-invention-and-death/
STANLEY
like in Mickey Stanley.
DEEtroit. Tigassszzz.
No.24
A solid kid.
Played center
like he OWNED it.
Decent arm
Stanley to Freehan
for the OUT AT THE PLATE at the plate.
YES SIR
that kid could run the bases.
He could ROUND them bases as well.
A decent number of home runs
back then
TiiiGer. Stadium.... was average size park
untill the nineties.
Too Big. Too Old.
440 ft STRAIGHT away
385 in the gaps.
A lot of lawn to COVER $.50 Bleachers ticket holders
to share his time with.
Often teasing them with a potential home run ball.
Trumble and Kaline Dr.
Home to OUR Stanley.
02252020
A FOND memory of a day at the park
Naomi's and Stanley Torment - The Villanelle Of The Home
Naomi couldn't stop thinking about the home
It was just so splendid and perfect
so excited that she was approved of, the loan
That morning, Naomi was shocked by the stones
All around the garden she had to calm herself
Naomi couldn't stop thinking about the foam
All around the kitchen faucet
The hot water came out cold and salty
She tried to focus on a plumber
But she could never remember the number
Stanley her husband tried to distract her with a hug a kiss
Said it was time to start thinking about an a home inspection
Naomi couldn't stop thinking about the homes misdirection
Naomi took action like a champ
The home was becoming too circumspect
But she could never forget the tone
As her husband took the roll
Before signing the closing papers
Naomi nosedived like a happy baby born
Her mind turned into a defect
Naomi couldn't stop thinking about the home
But she could never forget the passing loan
Before hand the plumbers came and fixed the problem
2/21/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
When I was a kid, a friend by the name of Still
Had the first name of Stanley or Stan if you will
The kids at school
Made fun, kinda cruel
The teacher called Stan Still, as discipline she instilled
I’m like, “Yo!”,
and he’s like, “Woh!”,
and I’m like, “Good to meet,”
and he’s like, “Real neat,”
and I’m like, “Jungle sucks,”
and he’s like, “It’s big bucks,”
and I’m like, “It’s the pits,”
and he’s like, “What a ditz!”,
and I’m like, “Where’s the beer?”,
and he’s like, “Why you here?”,
and I’m like, “I got sent,”
and he’s like, “Excellent!”,
and I’m like, “let’s shoot pool,”
and he’s like, “Way cool,”
and he’s like, “You from Alaska?”,
and I’m like, “Nah – Nebraska”,
and he’s like, “Go Huskers!”,
and I’m like, “No tuskers?”
and he’s like, “Had a cull – food”,
and I’m like, “Radical, dude.”
Lola Stanley
1913-1918
This side of the veil,
No living human has ever seen,
No mere mortal has ever beheld,
The diamond stutted rainbow face,
Of the One, Iam
With streams of flame,
Flowing from the Axis,
His all-seeing eyes,
Can be felt like crashing waves,
Of silent sound, silent…
Like rushing ripples of watery light,
The Eternal Seed,
The everlasting bloom;
Of the One, Iam
The only flower, silent…
There is no softness of sleep here,
No mark of darkness or sweeping escape,
We spirits of the Eternal Seed, instead
Fly as the dandelion blooms fly, silent…
Weightless, floating and drifting,
Seizing the morning shade of timelessness,
A multitude of soaring souls,
A single speck of mercy;
No. You have not seen what I see.
Now and forever-
His magnificent being embraces me,
As a silvery swan
Embraces a goddess!
A mathematician named Stanley Quist
So impressed his fellow topologists
By finding a proof of a complex conjecture,
Then disappearing during his lecture.
For he had just proven that S. Quist did not exist.
Mr. Stanley died today.
His nurse had been puttering around
in his room,
straightening his bed clothes,
taking his vital signs.
He decided to let her have one more go at it.
“Mr. Stanley,” she would say,
“Your blood pressure is a little bit high.
Think of pleasant things.”
Mr. Stanley didn't know pleasant,
or comfortable, or nice and kind.
He was a man unto himself.
Relatives had little choice but to see him –
it was the duty of family to visit those who are sick.
But in the past few days, less people visited.
He wondered why –
When he awoke in the morning
of his last day of being earthbound,
there was sunlight streaming through the windows.
Mr. Stanley didn't approve of sunlight in his room
and it dampened his spirits more.
“Come close this damn shade,” he yelled,
hoping someone would hear.
He preferred calling out over pushing a button.
Suddenly the shade
seemed to matter less.
Mr. Stanley felt a lightness,
an incredible lightness;
he took one last look
around his tiny room
and flew away.
THE 2014 STANLEY CUP FINAL
The grand stage. The big dance on the ice.
Two teams have overcome against their competitors
To try and conquer the ultimate prize...
The prestigious and coveted Stanley Cup
The New York Rangers have led the way over their rivals
And the Los Angeles Kings have overthrown their enemies
The Rangers will try to go all the way
To claim the long-awaited cup, two decades since 1994
However, the Kings will try to battle
To reclaim their lost crown jewel, once theirs back in 2012
Who will rise to the occasion?
Who will be the one to raise the cup?
The 2014 Stanley Cup Final.
THE FINAL BATTLE HAS JUST BEGUN!
Two teams met on ice
They played strong to make a goal
Three to two the end.
blood on the ice
going for the Cup
who’s going to get it?
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