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jeffrey conyers Nov 2012
Anonymously
jeffrey conyers
Nov 2012
They that speaks so openly about things.
Seems to hide in the shadows of fear.
While speaking anonymously.
They admit.
They hadn't been approved to speak about the matter.
But sources seems to seek attention anonymously.
Even, in this case concerning us.
And before we knew it.
We was at the center of attention.
While the one that's speaking is barely known.
What people needs to know?
We can tell.
Unlike the whistleblower speaking unofficially about us.
Seems to hide in the shadows of fear.
While speaking anonymously.
They admit.
They hadn't been approved to speak about the matter.
But sources seems to seek attention anonymously.
Even, in this case concerning us.
And before we knew it.
We was at the center of attention.
While the one that's speaking is barely known.
What people needs to know?
We can tell.
Unlike the whistleblower speaking unofficially about us.
Eric the Red Mar 2018
Men
Eric the Red
Mar 2018
A man who:
Takes pictures of himself
Everyday
Won’t have the time for you
A man who:
Leaves love notes on
Napkins
Underneath your coffee cup
Will love you when
You have nothing
A man who:
Declares he’s a great father
For all to see
Really
Truly
Isn’t
A man who:
Tells his children
Over the phone
Next to their bed
Kisses them good night
Where no one can see or hear
Truly is
A decent man
A man who:
Doesn’t make promises
But shows over
Time
His worth
His character
Is someone to know
A man who:
Makes mistakes
But tries his damndest
To make amends
May not see
Eye to eye
With all
But
Respects the process
Of understanding
Each other
A man who:
Writes poetry anonymously
Posts it for the world to
See
Is an enigma
Takes pictures of himself
Everyday
Won’t have the time for you
A man who:
Leaves love notes on
Napkins
Underneath your coffee cup
Will love you when
You have nothing
A man who:
Declares he’s a great father
For all to see
Really
Truly
Isn’t
A man who:
Tells his children
Over the phone
Next to their bed
Kisses them good night
Where no one can see or hear
Truly is
A decent man
A man who:
Doesn’t make promises
But shows over
Time
His worth
His character
Is someone to know
A man who:
Makes mistakes
But tries his damndest
To make amends
May not see
Eye to eye
With all
But
Respects the process
Of understanding
Each other
A man who:
Writes poetry anonymously
Posts it for the world to
See
Is an enigma
Phil Lindsey
Mar 2015
‘Twas the start of March Madness,
And all through the land,
People sat by the TV
With pencils in hand.
The committee had chosen the teams with great care
And everyone hoped their Alma Mater was there.
The teams were selected and placed into regions
With top seeds rewarded for having good seasons.
Badger fans from Wisconsin were
All dressed in Red
With Final Four visions
Dancing ‘round in their heads.
Kentucky fans claimed
(As they most always do)
The Championship would go
To their Wildcats in blue.
The Blue Devils from Durham
Were also quite hot
And the Duke fans were certain
They would win the top spot.
‘Nova fans were excited; their hopes are alive!
Remember the upset? 1985
An 8-seed back then, this year they're a One!
Villanova Wildcat fans are sure to have fun! xxxxxxx already done.
Now the ‘play-ins’ are over.
But I’m not sure who won
Doesn't matter, the winner
Will be trounced by a One.
I, with cold beer and my bracket,
Settle down in a chair
I’ve picked all the games
Now I’ll see how they fare.
Now Badgers, Now Boilers,
Now Hawkeyes and Bucks,
On Hoosiers, On Hoyas,
On Shockers, and Ducks
Go Flyers, Go Sooners, Come On Musketeers!
Go Cardinals, Go Cowboys…. Gonna need some more beers.
Then all of a sudden arose such a clatter
On the tube Sir Charles was starting to chatter.
“I’m the Round Mound of Rebound, - there’s no one like me!”
“Watch all my commercials, NCAA on TV!”
From Thursday through Sunday
On to Sweet Sixteen,
Elite Eight, Final Four and
All the games in between.
The nation is watching from East Coast to West
Which of the 60+ teams will be best.
With OTs and upsets and a blowout or two,
I am glued to the TV and
I’ll bet so are you.
I closed my eyes for a second, and then fell asleep
But was quickly awakened by my doorbell's loud beep,
And what, to my wondering eyes should appear?
But Sir Charles himself; And he asks for a beer!
"I'm not a role model, I just like to dunk.
I took a look at your bracket, and
Most all your picks stunk!"
I turned to ask him to fix it,
But he'd disappeared.
Yes, Sir Charles was gone,
And so was my beer!
Now my bracket is busted,
I’m all out of beer
Merry Madness to all,
I will see you next year!
"A Visit from St. Nicholas", also known as "The Night Before Christmas" and " ' Twas the Night Before Christmas" from its first line, is a poem first published anonymously in 1823, and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who acknowledged authorship in 1837. from Wikipedia.
Unfortunately, Mr. Moore never had the chance to experience March Madness. :-)
And all through the land,
People sat by the TV
With pencils in hand.
The committee had chosen the teams with great care
And everyone hoped their Alma Mater was there.
The teams were selected and placed into regions
With top seeds rewarded for having good seasons.
Badger fans from Wisconsin were
All dressed in Red
With Final Four visions
Dancing ‘round in their heads.
Kentucky fans claimed
(As they most always do)
The Championship would go
To their Wildcats in blue.
The Blue Devils from Durham
Were also quite hot
And the Duke fans were certain
They would win the top spot.
‘Nova fans were excited; their hopes are alive!
Remember the upset? 1985
An 8-seed back then, this year they're a One!
Villanova Wildcat fans are sure to have fun! xxxxxxx already done.
Now the ‘play-ins’ are over.
But I’m not sure who won
Doesn't matter, the winner
Will be trounced by a One.
I, with cold beer and my bracket,
Settle down in a chair
I’ve picked all the games
Now I’ll see how they fare.
Now Badgers, Now Boilers,
Now Hawkeyes and Bucks,
On Hoosiers, On Hoyas,
On Shockers, and Ducks
Go Flyers, Go Sooners, Come On Musketeers!
Go Cardinals, Go Cowboys…. Gonna need some more beers.
Then all of a sudden arose such a clatter
On the tube Sir Charles was starting to chatter.
“I’m the Round Mound of Rebound, - there’s no one like me!”
“Watch all my commercials, NCAA on TV!”
From Thursday through Sunday
On to Sweet Sixteen,
Elite Eight, Final Four and
All the games in between.
The nation is watching from East Coast to West
Which of the 60+ teams will be best.
With OTs and upsets and a blowout or two,
I am glued to the TV and
I’ll bet so are you.
I closed my eyes for a second, and then fell asleep
But was quickly awakened by my doorbell's loud beep,
And what, to my wondering eyes should appear?
But Sir Charles himself; And he asks for a beer!
"I'm not a role model, I just like to dunk.
I took a look at your bracket, and
Most all your picks stunk!"
I turned to ask him to fix it,
But he'd disappeared.
Yes, Sir Charles was gone,
And so was my beer!
Now my bracket is busted,
I’m all out of beer
Merry Madness to all,
I will see you next year!
"A Visit from St. Nicholas", also known as "The Night Before Christmas" and " ' Twas the Night Before Christmas" from its first line, is a poem first published anonymously in 1823, and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, who acknowledged authorship in 1837. from Wikipedia.
Unfortunately, Mr. Moore never had the chance to experience March Madness. :-)
Just for the record, my daughter graduated from University of Wisconsin, need I say more?