"slugger" poems
Hog Butcher for the World,
Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat,
Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler;
Stormy, husky, brawling,
City of the Big Shoulders:
They tell me you are wicked and I believe them, for I
have seen your painted women under the gas lamps
luring the farm boys.
And they tell me you are crooked and I answer: Yes, it
is true I have seen the gunman **** and go free to
**** again.
And they tell me you are brutal and my reply is: On the
faces of women and children I have seen the marks
of wanton hunger.
And having answered so I turn once more to those who
sneer at this my city, and I give them back the sneer
and say to them:
Come and show me another city with lifted head singing
so proud to be alive and coarse and strong and cunning.
Flinging magnetic curses amid the toil of piling job on
job, here is a tall bold slugger set vivid against the
little soft cities;
Fierce as a dog with tongue lapping for action, cunning
as a savage pitted against the wilderness,
Bareheaded,
Shoveling,
Wrecking,
Planning,
Building, breaking, rebuilding,
Under the smoke, dust all over his mouth, laughing with
white teeth,
Under the terrible burden of destiny laughing as a young
man laughs,
Laughing even as an ignorant fighter laughs who has
never lost a battle,
Bragging and laughing that under his wrist is the pulse.
and under his ribs the heart of the people,
Laughing!
Laughing the stormy, husky, brawling laughter of
Youth, half-naked, sweating, proud to be Hog
Butcher, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with
Railroads and Freight Handler to the Nation.
2.2k
bring it
little Louisville Slugger
poised for action
hits just the right spots
crack of the bat
such simple satisfaction
smack down
straight
into the crowd
hungry for the win
eyes light up
its another
homerun baby
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I’m going to solve my problems
By fixing you!
That sounds like the perfect thing
For me to do.
Life would be fine for me if you
Did not insist
On carrying on all the time and
Getting me ******
You keep on ignoring me when I
Tell you what to do.
Everything would go just right.
It’s up to you.
Do what things like I tell you to
It’s best for you.
You never manage things as
Well as I do.
I’m amazingly organized and
You are not.
You haven’t the gift for it like
I have got.
You’d just mess things all up
For me to fix.
I’m not stupid, you know, I’m
Onto your tricks.
You get the wrong thing because
You did not hear
What I was saying went in and
Out of your ear.
Things always need to be done
A certain way.
And they would be if you would just
Recall all I say.
I swear I don’t know what you’d do
Without me.
You’d turn into some kind of major
Chaos factory.
We’re much better off if you just
Do as you’re told.
This petty bullheadedness is
Getting rather old.
Because all that is wrong with me
Is the stuff you do.
I would be a success story if it
Wasn’t for you.
You manage to ***** things up by
Not following rules.
Nothing would ever get built without
The proper tools.
But things will get better soon,
I promise you that,
Because a hot new slugger has come
Up to bat.
I’m taking over everything so
You just lean back.
In no time at all I’ll have your life
Right back on track.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
I peer out the broken glass and what do I see but a flock of little ***** running away from me, all but one, standing in defiance of fear louisville slugger in hand waiting for what comes. I walk out the door with spalding in hand I stand beside her and gaze at the destruction done by her hand. 160 feet if it were an inch , impressive drive for a 13 year old girl. all anger gone, there was not much to begin. A 30 dollar window a small price to see her grin, I handed her back her ball, and with my own grin, nice hit little one, a dollar for everyone I find in the backyard I say. 180 feet over the roof and we went our way. her to her friends with bragging rights and the moment in tact. me to the lumberyard for plywood shutters for the rest of the glass, grinning in anticipation of the days to come.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
It happened several years ago
But it is a true story in the flow
A Senior Citizen woman being my Grandmother
She was a strong woman like no other
She worked as a Board Of Education Lunchroom Manager at P.S. 202 in Brooklyn, New York
As my Grandmother was leaving on a regular day, a Mugger was getting ready to pounce
It all happened on the busy street of Atlantic Avenue
My Grandmother was on her way to the Doctor
But when she got in the middle of the street, the mugger showed his attack mystique
However, the Mugger didn’t know he was in for a surprise
Yet my Grandmother showed that Mugger her realize
She literally knocked the mugger off his feet
The Mugger tried another attempt in attack being another retreat
Well my Grandmother showed that Mugger, this senior citizen was determined to not be beat
What do you think happened?
The Mugger got sacred and ran off
Now my Grandmother 5’ 5’ being short, but I never said she was weak
Big things come in small packages
My Grandmother being the Biblical David and defeating Goliath being the Mugger
My Grandmother’s response being her slugger power
She reigned supreme and that Mugger knows what that means
This is a true story and I am being honest
Senior Citizen’s have more power than Social Security, and their strength being their unity.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 7:06 PM UTC
they convinced you that it's right
so keep yo ***** locked tight
till your honeymoon night
when your man will rock ya right
but if yo man's a ****** too
it won't happen like ya reckon
cuz when he stick it in
he'll be done in 2 seconds
ya been waitin' all your life
for that magic first bangin'
but instead you're left hangin'
and a hoochi hole crampin'
a pretty diamond ring
and limp ding-a-ling
no lovin', no 'gasm
just a sore hoochi spasm
you shoulda' known better
you shoulda' got some practice
you want a hot lover
not a 2 second slugger
so dump his *** girl!
and do it real quick
being stupid ain't bliss
virginity's ********
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
I thought about how, if I were
able to enter other people's minds,
that the world would seem to take
on different hues of experience; dark,
bright, gentle, sharp, doomy, gloomy,
fuzzy, scary, warm, cold, a warmish
coldish synthesis diving between a
freezing.. naked.. sorry slugger on
a dimly lit island in the dead center of
the ocean thinking of how black and
desolate a place the world is only because
the potential for cold pangs of death wish
are there at all (whatta shock!) whilst he's
passed a blanket by a friendly nowhere pedestrian
and all of a sudden with the help of some agency
in the cold night, he is warm with the freeze only
nipping at exposed heels and neck and nose and
face.
sitting empty, expecting nature to clothe him, he
forgot that nature includes his ability to sew quilts..
adorn himself in developed fur.. accept help from the
endless parade of nowhere pedestrians eyeing with
worry, compassion.. that this concern is as intrinsic
to universe as empty breathless space and biting,
flatulent wind..
Feb 21, 2014
Feb 21, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
The sound of thunder
Long since heard
Off the grain of a Louisville slugger
Shakes the sleep from the eyes
The dawn from the air
And puts dangerous respect
Back into these young lives
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 3:00 PM UTC
Once upon a time i wrote every day
Sun, rain, shine, snow, sleet or rain
anytime was a good time for this pain
for now my chest bear a different pain
self hate to respect, fake love to the real thing
sounds so positive.. doesn't it?
our negative pains bares similarity to the positive with different meaning
every new father knows the feeling
once young and full of braun every lost bar fight left the marks
negative pain of loss, sorrow filling what was once pride
now mature and becoming the coach to their little slugger
positivity fills the memory of the first hit, misery follows the groin where the ball meets
in retrospect the ideology of pain, regardless of why, remains the same
learning experience
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
It happened on a snowy night
Not very long ago
My wife and I were sleeping
But I was tossing to and fro
We awaken to an awful noise
One we'd never heard before
The sound of it was frightful
And I knew I had to explore
It wasn't in the closet
Or the kitchen where we eat
It wasn't the dog for he was there
Cowering at our feet
It wasn't in the attic
For no footsteps were heard at all
I picked up my Louisville slugger
As I wandered down the hall
It wasn't in the living room
Or on the bathroom floor
I crept downstairs with bat in hand
As I opened the basement door
Each step would seem like hours
As I quietly held my breath
One mistake could bring me closer
To a most untimely death
I fumbled with the light switch
Anticipation filled the air
The moment of truth had finally come
To see what monster was there
Now that I have your attention
I hope you're ready to scream
For none of this really happened
It was only just a dream
I'm sorry about the ending
But you really should have known
This is the kind of poems I write
Whenever I'm alone
Dec 23, 2010
Dec 23, 2010 at 9:48 AM UTC
There's nothing more we can sell our bodies for
Nothing that we have been taught our inadequacy can compensate for
That the slugger is just a slugger, a boy who hits a ball hard
The only thing he's got going for him is his ability at swinging a bat
And so here lies my problem.
How do you explain
Explain to a 12 year old boy that we aren't what we used to be.
That the go getting, hard *** approach died
How do you explain to someone,
its not over before it began,
try again
How do you look in the eyes of a child and say
I'm sorry
Jun 18, 2015
Jun 18, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
You'd think an apology was
An anchor tied to your leg
While in the middle of the ocean
Or a pair of pliers attached to molars
With firm grip ready to pull at full strength
With capability of permanently bruising your jawbone
You'd think an apology was a Louisville Slugger to the knee
Yeah you'd rather take all your winnings and flee
Even when those w's were bought with my own backbone
You'd take my joy
Devour those moments like strawberry scones
Washed down with your choice of ice cream and coffee
Laugh it off and label me softie
Even when strangers would mistakenly
Label me menace
With permanent grimace
When I turn ghoulish and disappear
You'd feel bad
Say you miss your best friend
Hurts to say you'd just miss using me
While I was the fool who didn't mind
Yeah he believed in
Helping one of his Best Friends make it in life
Sad to say that you don't care for me
Constantly joke about me getting close to ending mine
I'm glad that when I pulled the trigger
It was capsules in bottles
Not the full blown steel
Now I won't feel
Bad when you cry saying you feel like a loser
At this point evidence to confirm
Your own conception
Has quite honestly buried me alive
When I distance myself for good
Just know that
It's all because you were to careless on several occasions
To even mumble a measly
Sorry
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
Another world championship
comes into view
that is, if the pitching holds up
and they maybe get Coby from Detroit.
And maybe work Glybe Torres and
Andular and Clint Fegie into
the scheme of things and maybe
Requito Kyle Schwarbe from the Cabs
That's quite a few ifs but sure
they got the premier slugger in baseball
he sounds like even ore of an CBI
man than Judge
and will make them pitch to Judge more.
He sounds like a great public
relations figure and the endorsements
will motivate him too...
Maybe he'll be the designated hitter
as opposed to Schwarbe or else
he'll take up on outfield, right field slot,
then the Yankees could move Aaron
and trade Brett Gardner for a pitch
My Yankees are back in the business
of bringing Romans
to New York again.
The Kicks are back for me too
having hung out in NYC for a while
among other reasons
Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Words cut deep, I'm told
From that appearance, I'm holding hot steel
Against your throat made of pure gold.
Sinking into soft metals deep cuts,
Swift ****** and twist up to unjust
They must want to see themselves implode
While i blow off four bullets at once
Like Bayonetta, I bust guns from my heels.
The scrawny white guy with a case of the feels
But if you look into my eyes,
Behind the blinds, you'll see my mind
Spinning thoughts like a reel 2 reel.
I'm a professional at wordplay,
A mercenary looking to slay any hate
Like corn, I stalk, until I can pop up from the wait.
In vegetables, I'm non-gmo, every word homegrown
With organic tones that could never be cloned.
A smile like a crocodile, no gators,
Notice my behavior, look at my toothy grin,
Luring all the little fishes in.
Don't try to bludgeon me with bludgers
I'm a beater beating back every slugger,
While you waffle with a quaffle
Gluing my head on straight so it won't topple
In a brothel of a world,
Everyone seems to look for a temporary fix
I want to keep it a hundred fifty,
Shining golden like a snitch
Jan 8, 2020
Jan 8, 2020 at 12:06 AM UTC
Sometimes you gotta just know when to quit .
Just like the old time slugger
who's bat is just a little slow
Or that aging quarterback
With less velocity on his throw
You just keep on hoping
For that one more moment In the sun
To re live some of that glory
When the game seemed much more fun
You've given it your all
Left it all out on the field
But no matter how hard you try
The truth has become revealed
Your true and loyal fans
Have turned to someone else
To give them that special magic
That with you they felt
It's then you come to realize
That maybe you should go
Leave with what little pride you have left
Its time to leave " the show "
It's really kind sad how
You've done so much for them
But they'd rather look to someone else
Instead of appreciate you again
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC