"ozzie" poems
Ozzie Smith, Yazstremski,
Dave Stieb and Robin Yount
these men were of a special group
It's one I'm proud to count
There's players who achieve a goal
While others just achieve
They set a standard for the rest
In their heart they just believe
The game is full of heroes
Men depended on each game
They all have certain attributes
And we all know them by name
Kaline, Ripken, and Wade Boggs
The Carters, Joe and Gary
They're men who inspire us
They have a reputation tough to carry
To be a man of character
You must be better than the rest
You have to be a leader
If you ***** up, you must confess
Baseball doesn't make you one
For character's within
You just learn how to channel it
Bring it out from where it's been
Now, Cobb, Ruth and McLain
Were characters as well
But, not the kind of characters
That we are here to tell
They had a reputation
One that is not lost upon the game
But, to say that they had character
Then you would not speak their names
Tom Seaver and Clemente
Thurmon Munson, Sparky too
Were men who set examples
Of exactly what to do
To build a reputation
One that shows character and heart
Is something time consuming
It's built of many parts
To do the right thing once
Is not the thing I want to see
But to do it right consistently
That defines character to me
There are so many examples
Of players in this group
But there are ten times as many
Who miss the homer with a bloop
Baseball brings it out in you
It doesn't put it there
You show what you are made of
By definition....to be fair
Williams, Maris, Dimaggio
Robinsons, Jackie and Frank
They played with an integrity
You could take it to the bank
If you want to be a winner
Please do this if you can
Be a man of character
Not a character of a man.
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Apr 29, 2012
Apr 29, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
The match on Sunday was matchless,
For Ozzie lost to India with grace,
Indian players snatched from them,
Indians stole the victory so easy,
But it just seemed easy in the end,
Each one of the Ozzie hurlers,
Couldn't even ask for the water.
Virat - great was the beating!
And to be credited is just not Virat,
Anushka Sharma is equally credible,
Had she never broken up with him,
Virat Kohli would still be distracted,
Against ultimate opponents Ozzies,
Our team stood not a single chance,
If not for his sweet vengeful courage.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
Did you see that Usain Bolt
The surname sure fits there
Yeah, not bad thinks Dusty dog
But can he catch a hare?
That long jump champ, well done mate
You're better than the rest
But any Ozzie joey
Would hardly be impressed
Those divers, back flips in the water
Splashing two by two
Any dolphin anywhere
Could make you look like fools
So it is with everything
Try as hard we might
Mind, I've not seen anything
Go quite as quick by bike
Aug 8, 2012
Aug 8, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
Ozzy or my uncle Ozzie
some say his name was misspelled and wrote down as Osiah I don't think it was an accident at all
Osiah means the expression of number 7
He was the Seventh Son
Of a 7th generation
Born with a veil of skin over his face
this is a caul, a veil...his glistening hood
He was born almost all Native American
He was able to play seven instruments without ever being taught
Violin, Fiddle, harmonica, ***** guitar, banjo & the mandolin.
There are a lot of mystical qualities associated with 7
The seven deadly sins
Seven days in a week
Seven colors of a rainbow
Seven notes in the diatonic scale
7 circles to form the symbol of the seed of life
The opposite sides of a dice always equal 7
The Seven Dwarfs
In Japan there are seven lucky gods
There are seven continents
Seven Brides for Seven Brothers
We are able to identify seven objects immediately without needing to count them
Hindu wedding celebrate 7 walk around the fire 7 times
While the priest says his Mantra and then they take seven steps and say vows
together 7 times
The Big Dipper has seven stars
Seven dials in London is an intersection
Of 7 streets with a sundial in its Center
7 is the smallest number that gives you 1
there are Seven Wonders of the Ancient World
I am sorry that you were so misunderstood Osiah
I don't believe that you were lazy
you just saw everything in a different way and it all was a little too much for you
your heart was weak and you left so young
You were a kind and uncomplicated soul
I so wish I had known you better I was just a girl
You looked so much like my Father
so Native American ...our history
He spent much of his time alone with his instruments
Many might have seen his life is sad but I don't think it was he won a lot of fiddle and violin contests
though none of those instruments exist anymore or his trophies
gone with his caul
and the clippings of his first hair
A lot of things I don't understand about numbers I see certain ones all the time
7 is not my number but I remember to keep looking they're here for a reason
I guess I will just keep looking
watching
learning
hoping
praying
I have a call too.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
the english tudor home
my face of who i
was suppose to become.
the chambermaid makes my bed
but dad, “i want to make my own bed”.
mother doesn’t understand
“i don’t know where this
child comes from but she isn’t mine”;
not to relish in the riches of glitz
and diamond chandeliers.
this is your life not mine
i am just a puppet of your image
it is not mine to own.
here little girl we give you
a pony, don’t you like that?
that maybe the only thing i like
he is the only one who
knows what love is.
dinner is served madame.
i don’t want to sit in the
24 seated mahogany table
i want macaroni and cheese
i will eat in the kitchen.
oh GOD, why can’t i have
an ozzie and harriet home?
oh you will someday.
the some day is my new
name and face to own.
surely you can live like a
princess with humility
wear love around like a
wreath of baby's breath
atop my head
not behind
a mask of a painted doll.~~lorilynn
copyright*lorilynn 2010
Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 3:02 PM UTC
It was a time of innovation,
a period of fresh discovery
for us infantrymen.
Close quarter combat
was never fought like that,
M4's, NVG's and IPods,
with lot's of grenades.
Technological
advancements
so explosive,
beyond any
of our wildest dreams.
And yet,
and yet,
the deliveries
were still the same,
hand-to-hand,
we fought,
pulling pins,
listening
to the sound
of automatic bullets
whizzing overhead
& Ozzie,
some Metallica,
all season long.
Some things never change,
like war and death.
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 6:04 AM UTC
I first saw him in magazine ads:
chiseled face + handlebar mustache + a thousand yard stare= badass.
Often, two smiling, beautiful people would be to his sides,
connected to his coolness, validated by his sophistication.
I couldn’t wait to have one.
An adjustment period comes with having a pet—sacrifices must be made.
People say things like, “I never figured him as a monkey person…”
and you become part of the pet owner’s subculture.
He stinks up the house a bit, but I never have to lay down newspaper.
Like I said, sacrifices must be made.
We soon develop a symbiotic relationship:
when I wake up, he is next to me…
I pick him up after every meal…
I take him for walks on my breaks from work…
Ozzie & Harriet…
Michael & Bubbles…
Frankie Beverly & Maze—
“We Are One”.
Anyhow, eleven years pass and he gets huge.
It’s becoming harder to carry him the less I think of it.
My pet develops a penchant for climbing skyscrapers,
a proclivity towards abducting white women,
but he is always there for me.
I wouldn’t call him high maintenance,
but caring for a silver-back gorilla can be expensive.
Nonetheless, he is well-fed;
the money I spend is Chiquita.
I kiss his **** sure…everyone that knows him does.
I have to get rid of him
and it will break my heart.
You can’t take a gorilla to the pound
and they won’t read Dear John letters,
but something must be done.
If I don’t **** him
sooner or later, he will **** me…
he has become a wild animal after all.
A pet is never more dangerous than its owner.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
Erase
How could I have missed it for so long
Living an Ozzie and Harriet scripted life
Unable to see the reality
Long missing forgetting ignoring overlooking
How can someone erase memories
Make just a bunch of washed out snapshots
Alcohol is good at disinfecting things
It can clean a surface or erase memories
She left me those snaps shots
No usable video
How many things were wiped clean? Sanitized
Sterilized to black and white no color
I don't know, so much has been overwritten
Stumbling in the dark with a small candle
Only now seeing touched up photos
Why have these past memories been blotched
Were those formative years sanitized?
Only to be revealed at the end
Still bitter about the ending ones
Copyright 2017
Richard L Ratliff
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 7:00 PM UTC
Where a
house laid
a cross
this witness
to ***
thereupon a
bridge of
mightiness came
mile in
her darkness
hitherto marriage
wouldn't garble
her smiling
bravado if
ensconced in
laity or
laisssez faire
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 8:01 AM UTC