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Friday, 20 November 2009
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At a poetry reading the other evening, two of the poets read material about baseball. I was reminded of my Dad, a rabid fan, who committed pitching rotations to memory. He enjoyed the game for the game itself as well as for the characters and, perhaps, the metaphor. The beers mentioned are Carling's Black Label and Genesee.
The Zen of Baseball
Black Label cold in a pilsner
eventually gave way to Genesee
just as radio, stadium of the mind, gave way
to television.
The Zen of baseball.
Exactly what the hell does Yogi do
in the dugout
besides keep Billy company?
Sandy won't pitch
can't work
some kind of Jewish thing
and Mom would offer the correction,
name the high holidays
while she crocheted.
Crazy Charlie
the mule, orange baseballs
and good god - night games.
And Mom said she just loved
Rollie Fingers moustache.
Dee-troit brought some kid up
that talks to the ball
between pitches.
Is the Mad Hungarian still in St. Louis, Dad?
Bob Gibson
smoked those strike outs
and Mom said yes but
who will invite him home for dinner.
Earl, Sparky, Billy
hats on backwards
faces and fingers in the faces of the umps
you're outta here!
Entertained by a game
the American pass time
apple pie, motherhood, Chevy
and US Steel
American culture
American history
viewed from the bleachers.11/18/09 M.Merrill
Sometimes I think the characters have been priced out of the game.
Monday, 21 September 2009
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For no real reason, this is entitled # 7And there is rain.
Dance in its silken cloth
lift velvety scent to the nostrils.
Dance without hindrance.
unencumbered in the quickened grass.
Dance, now - today -
Tomorrow's rain
is crone gray.
Thursday, 27 August 2009
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~In Memory of~
Buffalo Firefighter Jonathan S. Croom
and
Lt. Charles W. "Chip" McCarthy, Jr.
who perished early Monday morning in the line of duty.Firemens Prayer
When I am called to duty, God
Wherever flames may rage
Give me strength to save a life
Whatever be its age.
Let me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person from
The horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout,
and quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling
To give the best in me,
To guard my friend and neighbor
And protect their property.
And if, according to Your will,
I have to lose my life,
Please bless, with your protecting hand,
My family and my wife.
Friday, 21 August 2009
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jeez.
Take a break and they fold ads into the subscriptions.
Monday the first edition of Beyond Bones appears. Yours truly has six poems in it.
I am so honored to be included in this company of awesome poets.
Monday, 20 July 2009
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In Memoriam
If you have heard any of the tracks from the “eclectic” or “the Legend of Sleepy Hollow” CD’s, you heard the work of Bill Hicks.
I sat for hours in front of a microphone reading my poetry over and over and over again –until I thought I had the words right.
Bill was my sound guy. He listened to all of those tracks over and over and over again. He engineered each one in order to achieve the best sound quality that could be managed from two home PC’s. It was his idea to add sound effects. He made the “Halloween” track into something special, just as he did on “Linda’s Favorite Story” and other tracks. He brought the same talents to the table with the “Legend of Sleepy Hollow” too.
I teased him that he was “The Sound Guy of the Universe” a reference to the Ruler of the Universe web site.
I only knew Bill in the confines of the internet. Never saw him. Never spoke with him. And yet when it came to making a spoken word CD, we were on the same page.
Bill Hicks passed away today.
The silence is deafening.
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