Go Yankees! (Baseball Poem)

**I love the Yankees, they’re my favorite baseball team and have been since I was a little kid.  Here’s a taste of my poetry on the matter.  Hope you enjoy!**

Go Yankees!

The pitcher scans the plate

Eyes plastered with strain, heart thumping with anticipation

From the crowd great roars show the importance of the play

And the sweat dripping from his brow emphasizes how this moment underlines the ultimate fight of the day

The catcher gives the signal, a deft hand motion

And the ball is released in its unique flowing arch, a product of countless hours of coaching

For a moment the white figure seems to hover, to float in midair

Before it rips into an ultrasonic flight and becomes a blur to batter’s stare

In a ditch effort marked by the delicate balance of the score

The opposition takes a wild swing, hoping luck and prowess are in store

But as his follow through, he produces little more than the hiss of wind

And his very heart drops from within

The eruption from the grandstands signifies the success

As the strikeout is complete and celebrations commence

Clad in blue and grey, the iconic figures of the North take to the field in celebration

Screams of laughter and joy bubbling over as the pinstriped warriors have seen the product of dedication

The new stadium, though far from the iconic memories of old

Becomes flustered as the sky is magnified by works of light of glittering gold

And as the game ball is handled and the cheers resonate

One can truly see the power  that one sport, one team can make

With  Yankee pride stretching the country and circling the globe

May every game be a testament to legends that defied the typical mold

And even as the eras change and the dawn of new time brings new faces to the franchise

That feeling nonetheless always remains, growing in every players heart, and every fan’s eyes

Copyright 2012 Logan Albers

The Engines Roared (NASCAR Poem)

**This is My Second Poem on NASCAR.  I enjoying writing sports poems, so I’ll most likely continue to create some more. Anyhow, hope you enjoy!**

The Engines Roared

The anthem flares, the crowd to there feet

The drivers buckle in, eyes focused, ready to compete

With words like ice water the start is given

And a whirlwind of emotion perplexes at this contest’s beginning

Drivers grip the wheel and fans to the rail

As the pace care dives low and the green flag is unveiled

In moments the roar of thousands of horses gives way

And the dawn of the fight smiles blissfully upon this day

For here in this arena of most unique nature

A winner will be crowned, eyes fraught with elation

But this glory, this fame is not without contest

As every circuit brings its own rendition of unrest

From beating and banging to hard smacks against the wall

Sirens glare and great drivers take a fall

Glory becomes blackened by the taint of an engine gone awry

And unlucky drivers see their dreams pass by

But even as the engines hiss and smoke

Their are winners and youth that bring passion, bring hope

For though this sport has evolved greatly from its beginnings

It never ceases to amaze, to leave awe stricken younging’s

And as every fan has a favorite and every driver a team

May we continue to love this pastime from which many lessons can be gleaned

Whether it be endurance, patience, or an impassioned virtue to be found

NASCAR truly is an amazing feat that never lets down

Pictures of Mt. Mitchell Hike!

I did this climb in February (5,000 vertical feet!) and it was a solid time, though it took a good chunk to make it to the top.  I got a few nice shots though and wanted to post them here.  I had them on my Facebook before I got rid of it, but a few of them are pretty sweet so enjoy!  Thanks!

PS: I know the first few pictures are dull, but they get better!

Copyright Logan Albers 2012

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A Few Pic’s of Nashville and My Pets!

I have four shots from my trip to Nashville, Tennessee.  One (unedited) is from the American Picker’s Location for Antique Archaeology, two are from the famous “Parthenon” of Nashville (edited), and the last Nashville shot is of Centennial Park and the lake.  I would have taken more, but I ran out of battery mid-city and I knew I’d be back eventually, so no biggy!  The other three shots are of my pets, Smeagol and Gus, and their peculiar tendency to chill with each other.  Anyhow, hope you enjoy!

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Updates and Such

Hello Everyone!

I’m really sorry I’ve been so lax in blogging, life’s been hectic and finding the time, and honestly motivation, to write has been tough.  Nonetheless, I’m happy to say I’m back, and with some new found passion!  Since my last major update, life has been in the process of unwinding and prepping for an intense summer of school. I’ve really been trying to allow myself the option of relaxation of incessant activity every second of the day.  Thanks to my willpower, I’ve been able to pull this reverse psychology off, and my batteries should be good and charged when the May courses begin at the College of Charleston!

While I’m going to devote a few upcoming blog entries to some of the stuff I’ve been doing the past few months and some of my adventures and travels, I also wanted to let everyone know that if you’re into running at all, I’m in the process of creating a new running blog!  Granted, it’s going to be slow in inception, I still am working on getting myself back into good shape, but it’s going to be devoted to advice and other good stuff if you’re a lover of the trail or a pounder of the pavement. I’m attaching a link below so you can check it out!

Anyhow, I really am excited to get back into doing my blogging and I hope this year of 2012 has been treating everyone great!

Peace!

Logan A.

Link to running blog:  runnerman06.wordpress.com

The Wonders of Insomnia (Poem)

There are some nights when I stay awake

Worrying about things to come

And then there are nights I simply am deprived

Wishing some things I could have undone

There are those special evenings when the rain is crashing loud

And perhaps the darn thunder sends the dog on his pitter-pattering rounds

Perhaps the monster and his friendly ghost are really in the closet

And that light across the street holds eery semblance to an alien rocket

Of course I must say the worst of them all

Is when you have no idea why your wide eyed and staring at the wall

Maybe it’s some darn endorphins pulsing through your veins

Or the jitters from a day of holding tight to the reins

Maybe it’s stress, anxiety of the whats to come

Though you don’t realize this until the dawn brings a glimpse of the sun

Perchance your day was simply out of whack

The elevator was broken and the friendly chipmunk ate your organic snack

And while all these factors could be and might be why you continue to stare out at the night sky

Don’t let these unique moments continue to aimlessly sift bye

Maybe this insomnia isn’t really that bad

And perhaps burning this midnight oil is unraveling newfangled ideas to be had

For in the confines of a late night

Sparks can fly and so to can grow imaginative might

With the hemisphere asleep and you alone

You can add a personal touch that mimics your hearts very tone

And even though the next day may turn out to be quite a drag

Remember that night truly holds some enchanting wonders to be had

And when the ambient music and sleeping pills do fail

Don’t feel hesitant to bound upon the creative trail

What Does it Mean to Run? (Poem)

When I tell people I run

I often get a few blank stares

Leave a few minds in quite the conundrum

“Why?” they may ask in a tone rather quizzically

“Because I like it, it’s fun” I say without hesitation ever quickly

Usually, this is met with a good dose of laughter or sarcasm

“How can you enjoy doing something so torturous?” they continue to ask with a grin

“I like the pain” is all I answer

And typically the response “You’re crazy!” comes from the questioning bystander

And though at times I swear I’ll never touch the pavement again

Lace those running shoes and hit a mountain trail with a friend

The urge to push, the urge to enjoy the freedom always returns with a new story to tell

And I’m overpowered by the love of this exercise that truly has no parallel

From back roads to fields, sleet to blistering sun

Running is universally accessible, and I never cease to enjoy its incessant joy and fun

Mentally an asset of growth and with emotion as fuel for every trek

Mile after mile sees barrier after barrier buried and stamina held in check

With a confidence from the power you gain I’ve learned to never give up on those hills

Never throw in the towel and settle for less when the battle is winnable, even if blood has been spilled

And so what does it mean to run?

It means taking a yourself to a new level, a new dimension

One where you’re free from undue stressors and unnecessary intervention

It means living your life to the fullest, taking impediments and morphing them into hope

Using every stretch of turf to calculate your foothold in the complexity of life’s every changing scope

And so I still lace up the laces no matter how many “crazies” or “insanes” I get

And I’ll always tackle those voyages with a vivacity I’ve carried and will never forget.

The Chorus of the Light, the Hunter of the Darkness (Poem)

Many troubles flourish when the music is tense

Words are quick, actions fragile, and every moment is precious, infantile

And even when the tune seems to take a minor respite

The flare of pressure bellows from every note not yet spent

And so this tumultuous ensemble rambles line by line

Intentions seeming deranged at times, without hope of reclamation, repair

This song, once a tribute to the rush of time

Suddenly snakes into a venomous serpent of rhyme

The art is tainted by a grasp from the minds devilish side

And its bitter grime elicits a tear from even the most resilient eye

The sinister lexicon and rancorous melody has become the shadow of the night

And as the air blackens a deeper pitch

The heartache is reinforced by the trauma of the strife

But in this song, with its pitch so deep in horror

There seems no remorse for the hate, no hope to look for

But this song is like a scavenger without a tool

Ultimately limited to those blinded to its presence, the mortal fool

For a song of darkness lacks a true luster

And a faithful heart holds the key to uproot this fallacy, to undercut the hunter

So even when the mind may blare a tune of distrust and bane

There is always a hopeful chorus that lies in the forest for one to tame

And even when the tone lightens and seems to liquidate into a fresh song of vibrancy

Keep a watchful eye for the ominous predator that seeks to cause calamity

Ultimately the song that plays is the song you choose to believe

And it’s up to you to grasp upon the melody that best augments your hopes and every star destined dream

The Rule of the Character (Poem)

It was a strange sight, a unexpected plight

As the character came t0 town, all caught up in his artistic might

From head to toe he shown bright among the commoners

As his energy and color flashed new flavor into every summer’s eve

He seemed so perfect, so pristine, so unimaginably genuine

That no one challenged his reign over every man

And so the character built his lavish home

Received the glory of a pompous king which he had plastered outside to be seen, to be known

And as his riches grew, so did his foxy charm

So veiled, so masked, that it drew no alarm

And little by little he corrupted, he stole

His crimes became innocence and others only continued to extol

And as days turned to weeks and weeks into decades

He played his crafty game, a perfectly orchestrated passing of charades

On the outside everything still seemed fresh

But the rotting on the inside rivaled a corpse’s breath

The town became consumed by the falsified ideology of the character

His unblemished persona degrading the society without the slightest care

For he controlled the masses by wit and by silver tongue

And he knew at this point his efforts could not be undone

He had brainwashed, he had conquered without fail

He had a left an old life of failure for an enterprising tyrannical reign of very lucrative sale

And as those decades turned into generations the character stood on high

But began to catch flak from the younger eye

For his glory, his charm, was far from the norm

And his ways were outdated, stuffy and narcissistic in articulation and form

And so the character was ripped from his thrown

His suddenly fragile body cracking at every bone

For this immortal, or so it had seemed

Was only superficially powerful, holding only a deceptive sheen

And as his doom brought new leadership, a revitalization to the just

The mire he left behind was a testament to a convincing reign of ultimate distrust

For his rule, no matter how long or how short

Had riddled the society to new levels of extortion and hurt

And may this be a lesson to all those that seek the smooth, savvy leader

Skeletons in the closet are sure to be nearer

For a convincing tongue is a powerful asset

One that can entomb grace and justice in a lawless casket

So chose wisely and be responsive, be perceptive

Never let words and an outer appearance rule your better judgement

–© Logan Albers 3/1/2012–

Climb that Mountain! (Poem)

Some say the very core of a journey lies in the tribulation

The soul of effort rooted in the framework of desperation

Some say the climb outweighs the peak, the heartache outweighs the vibrancy of joy

As the pain makes you stronger, the triumph of the ploy

And who could argue this fact, this truth

That calamities build your stamina and dig deeper your roots

But one can’t forget that the journey is not all in vain

That despite the trials, there is great harmony that overshadows even the darkest bane

For mountains are not just untamed wastelands of unimaginable chaos

But magnificent features ridden with uncanny charms that tap into the deepest ethos

These strange yet delightful forms that stand tall among the earth

Guide us through pain but also rebirth

From the crashing crackle of rippling cool mountain water

To the crunching of wilderness pine

The flora appeal and the world shows some of its own kind

And while the elevation may burn and the trail may be rough

Always take time to enjoy the minor aspects, the organic stuff!

For life is raw, ready for the picking

And even the climb can be something worth partaking

It’s journey is a pathway to a new light, a new perception

One from which you will leave with renewed strength and devotion

Never shy away from the ominous loom of the climb even if the storm is raging

For your heart will guide you and true surprises are waiting

So make the trek, conquer the mountain

Fight the pain and subdue the doubt

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