Tiger Ode

From blistering olympic arched heighth
whose melted drive gathers Air(tm)
glistens in the wet honey sunlight
towering, wheeling
dropping to the hourglass green?

What microcosm unfurled
this dimpled sphere
when long iron laid upon?

Who will read its fate forged elemental unity
at the mastery of his will?

Yes and whose gleaming burnished shoulder lights
the digital window
to reveal
whose every nuance and gesture
by veteran analysts in the lofty towers
and broadcast simultaneously to millions in HD TV?

Tiger sets the shot on full-winged trajectory
to graze upon the cerulean meadows
and reaps fruit at first peak
of birdies well-stroked.

While would be contenders lust and swell for majors
and silver chalices
with immortal names engraved.
But ever crash into bunker and hazard
shots steered to trouble
like lemmings over the seawall piped
from Olympia Fields to Pebble or Augusta
when April's black maned clouds have not swallowed
azalea blosomed corridors.

Tiger rises up like a wave's fist that pounds par unrelenting.
Bunkers and traps that would snag
snag no more his golden paw.
As he remains bogey free---this stellar Woods!

Cap'n Crunch's Revival

Crunch you must be kidding.
Throw in the towel, at this point in the game?
Come on you stormtrooping breakfast hero
You mystical mariner…

Has your heart gone to rust
To insult the eagereyed kids who revere you?
No, not another word, or syllable of cowardice…

Cap’n O Cap’n
You crispy-eyed captain sailing cold milky mornings
At the bottom of my bowl.

Tousle haired ancient
You owe it to America
You woolen capped warrior…

Mrs. Crunch you say family duty and kids in college
Well upon us all a little rain must fall but
They are counting on your
Longstanding crunch
Against the onslaught of white winds
Whole vitamin D pounding and
Torrential skim pummeling

O Cap’n how you shine
Through torrential pourings never drowning
Of your buoyancy we do sing!

So let me remind you dusted hero
That we supplied you with one sacred mission
AND THAT IS TO REPORT TO DUTYEVERY MORNING ON MY BREAKFAST TABLE
With the Lieutenant Orange, and the crispy toast

So if you have any PROBLEMS WITH THAT
You better take it up to the admiralty
But do not
Don’t let me ever hear you speak of throwing in the towel again!
You white bearded champion

Hail, Hearty Prince!

Early morning tufts of wet sheep’s wool
Ennis, County Clare
peatfires’ sweet scent hanging over the pub
“coffee, cream and whiskey” for the lady
and
and what would it be for yourself yankee lad?”

“Give me the cup of ancient wonder,
take the black onyx
brew it in a magic fire
get me the leprechaun soy
the pint sized bog draught!
give me the daft, drunken daughter
of the black-eyed tinker cow!”

Deliver me my shaman oil
doctor give me my medicine
let me stare into her browneyed wild wonder
and caress her sinuous crystal frame
dabbed in creamy frosted froth

mister give me U2, and the Chieftains
and give me Van the Man!
but
bygob as the crow flies from the Giants Causeway to Bushmill’s to Bantry Bay
and over the steely brackish hills of Clare
give me another friggin pint of Guiness!