"pittsburg" poems
Mason substaining an undisclosed injury
concussion against pittsburg
less time to think
Mason gets hit
Stunned
head buzzing
comeback produced
he wanted so bad since he was a kid
he wanted to play in the stanly cup playoffs
concussion
Apr 30, 2014
Apr 30, 2014 at 8:31 AM UTC
Mason substaining an undisclosed injury
concussion against pittsburg
less time to think
Mason gets hit
Stunned
head buzzing
comeback produced
he wanted so bad since he was a kid
he wanted to play in the stanly cup playoffs
when he trys to stand
he cant legs like jelly
concussion
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
The flyers facing there cross-state rivals Pittsburg Penguins
Backup goalie emery in net starts of good then it turns for the worset
3-0 penguins i am wide eyed and mouth open stunned
then second period flyers score 4 goals
one by the capten, two by a deffense men, and the last by a rookie
Third period flyers get puck with one minute left the pensguins
Pull there goalie and sean couturier shoots it down the ice for
a empty net goalie game over flyers forge a 5-3 victory for the record books and prove they are better then the flyers
Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
THEY have taken the ball of earth
and made it a little thing.
They were held to the land and horses;
they were held to the little seas.
They have changed and shaped and welded;
they have broken the old tools and made
new ones; they are ranging the white
scarves of cloudland; they are bumping
the sunken bells of the Carthaginians
and Phœnicians:
they are handling
the strongest sea
as a thing to be handled.
The earth was a call that mocked;
it is belted with wires and meshed with
steel; from Pittsburg to Vladivostok is
an iron ride on a moving house; from
Jerusalem to Tokyo is a reckoned span;
and they talk at night in the storm and
salt, the wind and the war.
They have counted the miles to the Sun
and Canopus; they have weighed a small
blue star that comes in the southeast
corner of the sky on a foretold errand.
We shall search the sea again.
We shall search the stars again.
There are no bars across the way.
There is no end to the plan and the clue,
the hunt and the thirst.
The motors are drumming, the leather leggings
and the leather coats wait:
Under the sea
and out to the stars
we go.
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My Doppelganger holds secret negotiations with my Avatar.
Slicing up the available territory by flipping a coin. Apparently,
I can see a me for myself if I happen to be in Somalia next Monday.
But that’s the Avator talking. Doppelganger is betting on Seattle.
I am eavesdropping, sitting around in my underwear. They
think I am unaware because I can’t see them, but they are
impossible without me.
Goethe, Shelley and John Donne are in the next apartment
huddled over some broken poems each had written on
the mirrors. No mistakes were made. No reflections.
They get to see themselves out of the corner of one eye,
for up to nine seconds which is like a lifetime to remember.
Yet the acrid smell of Neitzsche emanates from dark corners.
Sturm und Drang be ****** Neitzsche is convinced
no one has ever looked like him, but he does suggest
a parallel universe.
Abe Lincoln, a latecomer and unlikely participant, picks up a few pointers.
He knows full well that what he saw was not a reflection. And he rode that train
all the way from Pittsburg. All those windows...
And, yes, KA, the spirit double, the Egyptian Goddess, goes in **** as the
Greek Princess and shows up as Helen to tease Paris of Troy.
How can you not believe that? For Goddess sake, she helped end the Trojan War.
I have a lot of time on my hands. I don’t get out much.
Ava and Dopp came by just to let me know I’m still around.
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
It’s just a metaphor,
but bad things happen
when you take your
eye off the ball. Like
the time I fell putting my
pants on, spraining my
ankle, distracted by a
jogger in a sports-bra
glimpsed out the bathroom
window; like the woman in
Pittsburg who mistakenly
poured bleach in her husband’s
seven-n-seven contemplating
her black eye in a mirror; or
like the trucker in Oklahoma
reaching for his phone
across the seat, plowing
head-on into a school bus,
killing seven.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
floes substaining and undisclosed injury
broken ribb against pittsburg
chest hurting like hell
cant breath
stunned
people rushing around
helping
comebback produced
he wanted so bbad since he was a kid
he wanted to play in the super bowl
Broken Rib
Sep 3, 2014
Sep 3, 2014 at 12:12 PM UTC
The rails scream in the darkness
Sparking, lambent bulbs trace starlight behind tinted glass
No words, just motionless exhibition of man
Child
The shrill yapping of a terrified pup
Ears plugged from the disastrous din of metal rubbing against itself
The train flies through an evacuated tube pressed beneath the innumerable water column
And it is deafening.
Behind us the gentle shipyards, ahead the recipient city
Waiting to drink up our wallets and time with her promiscuous streets
As she bends her towering legs to the ironically Chinese
Barge
Blowing its baritone warning flutes
As it tugs itself upon her Bays.
I am reading the book, seeing the Brothers through the din, in between the two cities
The two unhappinesses
and the creatures they identify with
It is a giant artifact,
the tube
It protrudes through
The ships
She sunk and constructed
Market, Mission, Pier, a swamp of concrete
Over the dried clump of trees
A thousand bits of Theseus
And the abandoned bones of thirsting men
Running east, towards Pittsburg
Richmond
Warm Springs
The line is soft between these rusting zones
And the gold
Forgotten for silicone
I am reading a book
About brothers and the curse of stone
Sharing stares with dirogenous hobos
And girl's pupils
feasting on bodies hidden behind periodicals
The rails scream in protest
The railcars are turning up and out
Towards the end of the darkness
And the start of the largeness
The city waits to list her failures to me
To cry herself to sleep with raindrops of fog
And rasping breaths of breeze.
Jun 18, 2019
Jun 18, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
It started out in
The outskirts of Pittsburg
At a backyard barbeque
Where shots were heard
In the dark of night
To the angel of death’s delight
And at the conclusion of the carnage
Four men were in flight
Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew
Again the smell of gun smoke
Was in the air
Cause the cowardly perpetrators
Didn’t care
They became the merchants
Of death on a dare
Guns are easy to get
So the public must beware
Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew
It’s a sickness we have
And there is no doubt
That we haven’t been able
To stamp it out
With a do nothing Congress
And the NRA
It seems to be happening
Every other day
This time it was Pittsburg
Where will it be next
And don’t take a single word
Out of context
Until we can get ourselves
Out of this hex
We’ll be confronted with something
That defies intellects
Fifty shell casings
On the ground
Where sadly the dead
Were found
Several more
Were wounded too
When shots rang out
Before they knew
Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
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Everyone pretendin
They not knowin
Everything
•
And lo ! The stranger
From out of the darkness
Right on time
;:;
Some say
All the cities are burnin
//
Some say
The whole earth is dead
//
( & then
Of course
There are the pessimists )
;:;/
the young girl by the stream in the woods
Draws forth the water for the dawn
)(
( & then she let's her dress slip off
And ......
WAIT ! WAIT ! WAIT !
I was thinking of a Hollywood movie !
This is just a poem )
(;:/
She draws the water to take to the boys in the field
""
there is talk about a holy mother
But she just talks about the Pittsburg Pirates
;:)(
In her heart she holds you dearly
Every one
:/
She is my sister
I've known her for 1000 years
Aug 18, 2015
Aug 18, 2015 at 1:44 AM UTC
:::::
<•> <•>
~~
(•) (•)
And we are many
••
( soon we shall be --- less )
//
There are mountains
( The EARTH is gone )
\\
Don't cry child
Yo mama tried to love ya but it was hard
after they shot yo daddy down
---
Once there was a Pittsburg
Once there was a Detroit
Once there was America
But these are gone
-----
So
So why don't ya run away ?
So
So why don't ya come with me ?
Hey
It won't be better tomorrow
as you know
••///////••
RAIN
••\\\\\\••
It gonna drown the world
Won't take no 40 days this time
--
If you'd love
Better have a
Better game plan
Than ya got today
••
If you want to love
Best start with ANYONE AT ALL
--
You know what I mean
I'm sure
That you all know what I mean
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
We met our friends
At a local restaurant
They lived in Pittsburg
And we barely saw
Them anymore
Regardless
The embrace was very
Warm as it usually is
Between good friends
She was some kind of writer
He had just become a detective
After working in a drug
Related crime unit for years
Now he worked with gangs
"You see the same ****
Heads all the time,
And they just don't *******
Die."
"They get shot
9, 10, 11, 12 times
And spit on the
Nurses while they stitch
Them up."
"I don't know how
You feel about it,
But those people
Are animals,
******* animals."
I found myself nodding in
Agreement even though
I had no idea what his
Job or the animals
Lives encompassed
I felt bad agreeing with him
But in a way,
I knew he was right
We are all animals
In one way or another
I find that the animals
Born to the smallest cages
Tend to be the fiercest
While the animals born in
Large cages or
If they're lucky
Open fields
Tend to have no idea
How confining a small cage
Can really be.
Aug 5, 2016
Aug 5, 2016 at 1:54 PM UTC