He Who Must Not Be Named an angry anagram

he who cannot be named
an angry anagram

Principle hitting a baseball is the
most complex feat in all sports
ergo the man with the record
number of hits should be in
The Hall of Fame his exploits
having nothing to do with
behavior off of the diamond
Except the Commissioner objects

Punishment the Hit King is barred
from baseball for life
Exactly nineteen years after the
judgment
Today they voted no again on the
latest appeal
Empty word no it has a sickening
sound
Repugnant like thwick when a bat
breaks and time stops
Oblique splinters fly and no one
knows for that second whether or
not Death
Suited up and is playing the infield
today a sliver might
Enter a player’s aorta or split into
harmless debris life’s careless
that way

Press now reports that yesterday he
finally said he was sorry that yes
Evidently he did bet on his own team
but only to win
Thinking this abasement will get him
into the Hall of Fame at last
Ethics the struggle between rules
and experience itself
Respect the predicament
all who have been there
meanwhile the Commissioner
Obviously is waiting till He Who
Cannot Be Named is dead
Since the letter of the law says only
banned for life
Eyes shut they voted no again today

Pragmatists eyes wide open
cannot deny that what’s real is
real Q
ED whether it makes it in print or
not
Truth remains even a fool who can’t
score his beer can in a waste
basktet can see
Excommunicating this Mr. X and his
4,256 hits
Reeks of error at his 4,192nd this
Charlie Hustle passed Ty Cobb’s
record
Old-timer Cobb would have spiked
him high had he been on his base
path
So would this guy have returned the
compliment just watch him
Ergonomically shaped like a fire
plug spraying hits like a runaway
nozzle

he who cannot be named
an angry acrostic

Principle hitting a baseball is the most complex feat in all sports
ergo the man with the record number of hits should be in
The Hall of Fame his exploits having nothing to do with behavior off of the diamond
Except the Commissioner objects

Punishment the Hit King is barred from baseball for life
Exactly nineteen years after the judgment
Today they voted no again on the latest appeal
Empty word no it has a sickening sound
Repugnant like thwick when a bat breaks and time stops
Oblique splinters fly and no one knows for that second whether or not Death
Suited up and is playing the infield today a sliver might
Enter a player’s aorta or split into harmless debris life’s careless that way

Press now reports that yesterday he finally said he was sorry that yes
Evidently he did bet on his own team but only to win
Thinking this abasement will get him into the Hall of Fame at last
Ethics the struggle between rules and experience itself
Respect the predicament all who have been there meanwhile the Commissioner
Obviously is waiting till He Who Cannot Be Named is dead
Since the letter of the law says only banned for life
Eyes shut they voted no again today

Pragmatists eyes wide open cannot deny what they what’s real is real Q
ED whether it makes it in print or not
Truth remains even a fool who can’t score his beer can in a waste basktet can see
Excommunicating this Mr. X and his 4,256 hits
Reeks of error at his 4,192nd this Charlie Hustle passed Ty Cobb’ record
Old-timer Cobb would have spiked him high had he been on his base path
So would this guy have returned the compliment just watch him
Ergonomically shaped like a fire plug spraying hits like a runaway nozzle

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cloud poems

Imagine a poem arranged like a stream of conciousness, words swirling every which way, wild colors and an unfamiliar font, the recurring thoughts largest and pressin g forward.

Articles like the, and a, would be omitted, and it would be up to the reader to put the words together in a manner that would suggest the psychology and narrativet of the poem, without the ur peom ever appearing.

IIntrigued? I was.

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On Wednesday, June 6th, Lorine had her first book signing at the Downey Public Library, promoting her new book “Catalina Eddy.”  Follow this link to a recent article in the Downey Patriot.

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Preview of characters, the un-predictable Weathers

Here is a preview of my new book of poems, Catalina Eddy.  If you like it, follow the directions on  the page for buying it.  This is only the beginnng.

A shallow cyclonic vortex of clouds saunters into the bar and says to the barkeep,

“name’s Catalina Eddy
I’m the new guy in town
things got sticky
with the Mob up in Frisco
so I blew that scene
now I need to simmer down

maybe you’ve heard of my old man
he’s Frenchy Gaston
caused a little stir in the Carolina waters
he was responsible
for killing nine people
we circulate we get around

I’m feeling the heat
need a place where I can dry out
no more dissipation or I will fry
the word on the street is try Betty Ford’s
but I’m in no shape
to make it to the desert
any pressure and I blow sky high

I’m hanging ten at Venice depressed
and glum    if you see this chick
June Gloom’s her moniker
tell her I said     expect the worst
Mae Gray never got here
and without that dame’s cloud cover
we are toast”

It’s our undercover hero. or, as David St. John suggests, is it an ordinary thug? The name of this first poem is “beachfront blues” and it holds the clues to the mystery of what has happened to Mae Gray.  But not until “living backward,” will we see the full story …

“Weather” is the Family business of these meteorological guys and dolls, or mobsters and molls, of whom Eddy is only one of a charming and somewhat disreputable array of noirish fugures,  St. John continues. “Dark and somber, yet deliciously vaudevillian.”

Life won ‘t be the same afer meeting the seductive Great-Aunt Camille whose debutant season in 1969 nearly decimated Biloxi.  Cecil Santa Ana, debonair speaker for the high pressure shystem, nearly forgets his mission while talking about his noble family and their heriditary task -  scouring the Los Angeles basin  Then there’s Gale, at his Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, and Polar Flo powering down on her chopper on an arctic high to meet her lover…

You’ll savor this book to the very last raindrop.  And you can buy it with PayPal.

 

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Welcome to LorineParks.com

Please bookmark this site which is still under construction.  If you want to learn more about my book, Catalina Eddy, please click the link above to go to the Catalina Eddy page.

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