"gainer" poems
Goliath intention
Glitters within reach on
Grecian hallowed ground; the
Girl forged by sweat and chalk
Greets the beam with pristine
Gainer flip, ready to
Grasp the world with her feat.
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Ahmad Jamal and his classic tune Poincianno provided a backdrop
where I could relax and relate the poignant beauty
of the peace and madness back then surrounding
the Kennedy assassination.
Oscar Peterson churns out the notes
in a definitive yet light way
that would qualify as easy listening jazz
to some jazz buff in their weaker moments.
Eroll Gainer with his classic misty
haunts one with his
simple singularity of musical
paroxysms and leads into a fine repertoire.
George Shearing with his liltingness relaxed me
back then when I was recovering from the whole thing
And Camsey Lewis with his lightly penetrating rendition of
"The In Crowd" sustained my sense of humor and
helped me with my appreciation of mainstream jazz.
Cela, jazzmasters all to me
and yes like that light jazz
as opposed to poboy like Miles Davis
except for Charlie Parks
and yet I got into a Goth pianist Jack
then Thelonius Monk who was sorta jazzy
I acquired a mediocre taste for.
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
I crave to be an owner,
Sedulous and true,
Striving to become a gainer,
Knowing exactly what to do.
The formula is to take a pledge,
To preach authenticity and be determined,
Steadfast with my thoughts that fledge,
No matter, to what we may be destined.
Ensuring a good state for the wage-earners,
By protecting them with economic shields,
Harnessing all my morals and manners,
Adopting legitimacy and making fair yields.
Civil service, civil trust,
Lawful endeavor is a must.
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC
When thou shalt be disposed to set me light
And place my merit in the eye of scorn,
Upon thy side, against myself I’ll fight,
And prove thee virtuous, though thou art forsworn.
With mine own weakness being best acquainted,
Upon thy part I can set down a story
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted,
That thou in losing me shalt win much glory.
And I by this will be a gainer too;
For bending all my loving thoughts on thee,
The injuries that to myself I do,
Doing thee vantage, double-vantage me.
Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
That for thy right, myself will bear all wrong.
1.1k
A cliff of weathered stone and moss
with tamped dirt approaching edge
smiles down on cool sea below.
Sun rising on the eastern coast
wears shoes for diving,
a gainer off into the light breeze.
She stands with arms through her coat sleeves
watching with one open hand inviting Fate.
Photography is the death of living the moment.
Sun nimbly on the trapeze,
lose trust and surely
she will be thrown.
Dance, my Sun,
bliss will come
to those who run.
Embrace her fate
or likely it
will dissipate.
Jan 4, 2013
Jan 4, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
With the horizon in your eyes
And Kathmandu below
You said:
“I Can Do
ANYTHING
I put my mind to!”
While the moneyed well-to-do
Looked nice in their ties
You arrived
Black and blue
And bloodied and bruised
And cut right to the front of the line
–no time for niceties here—
And grabbed a glass
Of champagne
– the price of a mortgage—
And chugged and ran
Frost Bitten
Sand Bitten
Bug Bitten
And a pack of lions, and bears, and snakes at your heels!
You pulled a half gainer
And left them behind
Your motto:
“Memories
Are more important than things.”
And Peter said:
“This one has a story to tell...”
“Let him in.”
In Memoriam Of Those Who Dare.
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 7:37 AM UTC