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below is one of my latest poems; some of you may recall a previous poem based on the same character. i took that verse and expanded upon it based upon several helpful suggestions from friends. this poem can be viewed in HTML at: http://www.west.net/~mythhawk/poetry/MyMuse/LuciferAtBat.htm be sure to check out my PD Journal: LET'S SHAKE ON IT! / my newest E-Journa= l: HERMES & MERLIN: Mythic Ways of Knowing Technology / and the Site i designed for my graduate school: Pacifica Graduate Institute at: http://www.west.net/~mythhawk/Index.html (Index with a BIG I) thanks to everyone who has surfed by and read LET'S SHAKE ON IT! I'm nearing 2000 hits in less than three months! ;-) **************************************************************** >LUCIFER AT THE BAT: >(There was no joy in Heaven,when mighty Lucifer struck out!) > >Once, in the early days of baseball life, a shoeless being, blessed with >tremendous talent, stepped onto his field of dreams. He challenged the >Lord to a winner take all night game. (He brought his own light.) >This was unprecedented, since in the baseball game of existence, God wears >all four caps. He is always the southpaw curve-ball pitcher, manager, >umpire, and commissioner, (though he keeps these facts a close secret). >This rookie angel, in his very first at-bat, hit God's first pitch, (a >curve ball, what else?!) for a homerun! This seemed to rattle, the >normally unemotional, immortal lefty. >But the rookie's early success, would soon vanish. He noticed that the >opposing manager was betting on his own games! He brought this to the >attention of the umpire...who looked the other way!. (He had too, >otherwise, he would be staring at himself.) This angered the rookie, and >broke his concentration, at the plate. He struck out his second at-bat. On >his way back to the dugout, he called the opposing manager an evil, >power-hungry overlord. >He was still red-faced and steaming his third time-up. The umpire called >two quick strikes. The rookie fumed, and suggested the ump obtain glasses. >The ump looked the other way. >The rookie overswung the third pitch, high and tight, and vented his anger >by arguing with the ump...who looked the other way. >The rookie's fourth and final at-bat. He promised himself he would go >deep! He stood at home plate--and seemed to point to center field! (To >this day, no one is really sure if the rookie was calling his shot.) >He watched the first curve zip by: "Strike One!" The rookie growled a >descriptive phrase in the umpire's direction...who looked the other way. >The second curve: "Strike Two!" He repeated the metaphor...louder! >The third curve he heaved a mighty swing! >"Strike Three!" >The red-faced rookie hurled his bat across the field, turned, and faced >the seats behind home plate. He jabbed THE finger in the commisioner's >direction, and declared he could pitch, manage, umpire, and govern the >game more effectively! >The commissioner stood up slowly and deliberately, made his way to the >public adddress announcer's booth, picked up the microphone, and announced: >"You are banned for eternal life--Shoeless Satan!" > >=A9 jeffrey romanyshyn: 9/5/96 >TO MUSE INTERACT >MY "POIESIS OF REALITY" >email | home | my poetry | other poets | dreams | WWW =00 j.r. [log in to unmask] WebMaster For Hire/4 WebSites/"HAVE PORTABLE-WILL TRAVEL" http://www.west.net/~mythhawk/Index.html (Includes TWO FREE E-Journals!) "Remember: no matter where you go--there you are"-Buckaroo Bonzi