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"Take me out to the ball game"
that anthem of great fame,
one lyric is clearly off track-
"I don't care if I ever get back".
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This is a tale I don't expect you'll believe,
I'll start at the end, so not to deceive.
It's the strangest story you're likely to hear,
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Screams at an azure ocean
bounce back in waves to me.
Egos spill over with frustration
of wants never meant to be.
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Some cold forge words to make metal musings,
hammering, stammering then scribblings.
Pounding prose, forming phrases in viscous verse,
many manner of makers, none for the worse.
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Come enter the wild as nature's first child,
shed ancient Godly fears that could be quelled.
Leave your mind behind, your savage self mild -
feel life, land, waters where spirits are held.
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"Puppets like me, we never age,
Nor do I think I'm some sort of sage.
However, I've noticed troubles over the years,
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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
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How slow can one eat one raisin?
How slow can one go?
A towheaded toddler sits cross-legged
Amidst his playroom with a raisin pinched
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Look up, look up, so one can clearly see -
To change our world, we first must change our mind.
Up is best and it shall always be,
Hope in happiness, one is sure to find.
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Of all the demons I do face
the greatest foe is more than me.
Self-deception's been hard to trace,
my delusion I can not see.
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Come with me to the Talking Tree
a place where spirit and nature can be.
Where science of the forest couples
with ancient traditions of the land.
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2/26/19This is a fantasy poem, a composite of Roman God myths, a Banyan tree (fig tree considered spiritual, symbol of immortality)and an estate called Ca' d'Zan. During the 1920s, circus mogul John Ringling built his dream mansion (Ca' d'Zan, nenamed in this poem Cadazan)on Sarasota Bay in Florida. Roman Gods: Neptune (ruled the seas)and Minerva (ruled crafts)are mentioned as characters in this created myth. Neptune had a penchant for acquiring domains around the earth. Guarding Cadazan was the point of contention. The son in the poem is unnamed.
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Ever wonder where big ideas come from?
Memories of FDR
from newsreel clips -
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This poem is actually a "Poetic Triptych", three poems on similar topics with a common theme. Like a triptych in painting, each work is slightly separated. In 2014, Kurt MacPhearson with Alice Fulton following in the same year, wrote the first poems of this type to my knowledge.
Life's Tempests
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I went to a nearby park
to a bench I knew with a view.
Seated there was a fine-looking woman
she had the purest white hair.
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I've been watching you
Since your beginning
Whispering to you
A thousand subtle ways
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For those searching the world looking for "what"
As if their lives are some unplayed plot
For those traveling so far to find
All efforts spent, they are left behind
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Laying my head back, eyes closing,
reminiscing, the years falling away into decades ago
to the 1950s at my grandparent's grand home
for Christmas.
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A lovely lady beguiles a luckless lad
Of unwitting others she might have had
The fairest face may be foul of heart
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Born On Third Base
"Take me out to the ball game"
that anthem of great fame,
one lyric is clearly off track-
"I don't care if I ever get back".
It's the only game after all,
where the defense controls the ball.
It's so unique, so revealing,
that's what makes it so appealing.
Who could abandon a game they love,
without permission from up above?
It would take a lot to walk away,
from a game millions love to play.
True, we all want to get to home,
on the way often stranded alone.
To really score, it's what you've earned.
That's what life teaches, what we've learned.
In our culture, there's a special place
for people who are born on third base.
Fortunate ones, who thought they'd hit a triple
whose actual efforts never made a ripple.
Got in the right schools, joined the best clubs,
Mommy and Daddy cushioned all their flubs.
In their lives there was little pain,
on their parade, it never does rain.
So unaware of their illusion,
they miss the obvious conclusion.
This is how truth goes off its rails,
creates some of our societal ailes.
Here everyone should be safe, nobody out:
that's one thing America's all about.
Your team success is never under debate,
if no one gets to cross home plate.
So as we set these words to rhyme,
always respecting our nation's past time
that spawns character in those who play:
we need leaders who think this way.
The final score is always just the same,
not win or lose but how you play the game.
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