Greg Gaul
Greg Gaul Poems
"Take me out to the ball game"
that anthem of great fame,
one lyric is clearly off track-
"I don't care if I ever get back".
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This is a tale I don't expect you'll believe,
I'll start at the end, so not to deceive.
It's the strangest story you're likely to hear,
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Screams at an azure ocean
bounce back in waves to me.
Egos spill over with frustration
of wants never meant to be.
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Some cold forge words to make metal musings,
hammering, stammering then scribblings.
Pounding prose, forming phrases in viscous verse,
many manner of makers, none for the worse.
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Come enter the wild as nature's first child,
shed ancient Godly fears that could be quelled.
Leave your mind behind, your savage self mild -
feel life, land, waters where spirits are held.
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"Puppets like me, we never age,
Nor do I think I'm some sort of sage.
However, I've noticed troubles over the years,
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Standing all alone in the woods;
eyes shut, I feel the lilting light.
Sun dodges needles through the crown,
beams land on my skin softly so.
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How slow can one eat one raisin?
How slow can one go?
A towheaded toddler sits cross-legged
Amidst his playroom with a raisin pinched
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What of this water, this reason, this rhyme
coursing over minds, our hands, our land;
that takes no shape yet changes for all time
waking to the wisdom for what is grand.
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'The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement'
Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
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So sadly, I must kill you my pretties -
then, I can love each of ye forever.
True tears moisten simple strokes of my brush,
gay gouache can caress every feather.
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So tough to remember
My time as an ember
Keep a flicker alive
To let a flame arrive
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I may not live long enough
But I'll try
All I've penned and will do
Will serve me bye and bye
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Hark the neverstill story
of all things great and small!
And then the everwhilst glory
told 'n conjured to us all.
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The words.
They fell out on paper.
They were in my head.
Not sure what they said.
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Earth holds close all memory for us
Wade in the heathlands mourning moor
Sniff the stench of ten thousand bodies
In the sorrows sense the weight of the mire
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This is a tribute lyric to Cole Porter in the form of "You're The Top" his 1934 "list" style poetic lyric and often performed song which was part of the hit musical Anything Goes.
Ya know baby you're usually right
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when you let strangers look in
no matter how quiet you
thought it was inside
when they look in
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I query what was between my mother and I,
was it some missing emotion that I belie?
Something stubborn between a mother and son
what time can't break, that can't be undone.
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The Best Poem Of Greg Gaul
Born On Third Base
"Take me out to the ball game"
that anthem of great fame,
one lyric is clearly off track-
"I don't care if I ever get back".
It's the only game after all,
where the defense controls the ball.
It's so unique, so revealing,
that's what makes it so appealing.
Who could abandon a game they love,
without permission from up above?
It would take a lot to walk away,
from a game millions love to play.
True, we all want to get to home,
on the way often stranded alone.
To really score, it's what you've earned.
That's what life teaches, what we've learned.
In our culture, there's a special place
for people who are born on third base.
Fortunate ones, who thought they'd hit a triple
whose actual efforts never made a ripple.
Got in the right schools, joined the best clubs,
Mommy and Daddy cushioned all their flubs.
In their lives there was little pain,
on their parade, it never does rain.
So unaware of their illusion,
they miss the obvious conclusion.
This is how truth goes off its rails,
creates some of our societal ailes.
Here everyone should be safe, nobody out:
that's one thing America's all about.
Your team success is never under debate,
if no one gets to cross home plate.
So as we set these words to rhyme,
always respecting our nation's past time
that spawns character in those who play:
we need leaders who think this way.
The final score is always just the same,
not win or lose but how you play the game.
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