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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2012

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Baseball Dream

Spring is coming 
with green "fields of dreams" 
Stretching far in front of us 
We will drink in 
the warm weather 
And listen to the crowd 
Has something been lost in the game?
Now that salaries are so stupendous?
We can taste the reality of a new season 
We won't let anyone 
disturb our baseball dreams
I'm not Hank Greenberg 
but I await the new season 
with anticipation 
Although they make more money 
than the President or Senators(and it's not right)
when they march along the 
"Field of Dreams" - which was a damn good movie

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2011

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Yogi Berra Song

    IT AIN'T OVER 'TIL IT'S OVER
One run behind and I'm at bat, 2 are out,
I'll be damned if I don't get a hit.
I tell the catcher I'll be home in a while,
But he grins at me just for a bit.
Holding on first, I can still feel the ball,
But it's wild and I'm safe at first base.
That's where I stay, cause I can still hear it all,
What that chatcher told me right in my face.

It ain't over til it's over.

I tell the umpire to watch out for the man
who's at bat, cause he'll make his own way.
I'm stealing second, though it's not a good plan
cause that catcher hardly misses a play.
I feel the ball and it's faster than me,
But the second baseman's foot is too late.
There comes the call, and I'm as safe as can be,
But on second base, I know I must wait.

It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over.

I hear the hit and it's a good one I know,
not a winning run, but I go on.
Passing by third I'll tie the game if I go
on to home, or the whole game is gone.
I feel the magic, it's the reason I play
and I love coming out from behind!
Home plate is hardly just a leg length away,
But his words keep on nagging my mind!

It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out! 
Kill the umpire!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!
It ain't over. It ain't over til it's over!
You're out!

Copyright © Vee Bdosa | Year Posted 2015

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THIS WEEK IN WAR BASEBALL (war is supposed to be crossed out; wheres strke thru text?)

Congress is bitching again, trying to make it look like they’re doing something.
But they don’t give a damn; career politicians know it’s a scam.
But do they know this is real? And realize the power they wield?
I don’t think they care that they’re shipping kids to battlefields for a war without reasons.
And the media doesn’t care or dare to ask questions that should be hanging in the air.
Who cares…..? whatever sells more advertising time.
And is george bush high? We should probably get him tested.
Neh never mind…. Instead let’s try to get steroids out of baseball, cameras out of 
football, fixes out of Bball, yeah just ignore this week at war and flip it over to sports center.


http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/one-for-the-lift-ticket/7970992

Copyright © oldcrow poet | Year Posted 2009

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Late last night

Late yesterday night 
I saw a light shine from a window 
And as I looked again 
Your face came into sight 

I couldn't walk on 
Until you'd gone from your window 
I had to make you mine 
I knew you were the one 

Oh, I would be glad 
Just to have a love like that 
Oh, I would be true 
And I'd live my life for you 

So meet me tonight 
Just where the light shines from our window 
And as I take your hand 
Say that you'll be mine tonight 

Oh, I would be so glad 
Just to have a love like that 
Oh, I would be true 
And I'd give my life for you 

So meet me tonight 
Just where the light shines from our window 
And as I take your hand 
Say that you'll be mine tonight

Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015

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They ran out on you

You cannot begin to feel the weight of this world
Until you have the true love you have found
They run out on you
Theres nothing you can do
Except keep the anger and pain from hurting you more
You need a sensation like you never felt before

You have been through more wars than England
You have lost more than dreams come true
They run out on you
Your too slow to stop the beginning
And you has bliss in everything 
Dont understand the reasons why your dealt this hand

They run out on you
Every thing good
Nothing bad is understood
They run out on you
You cant catch anything but your death
Catching cold on the things you hold

Copyright © Michael Pyatt | Year Posted 2015

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Trash frog

I went to take out the trash
But i began to hear something rustle and thrash
I opened the trash can lid
As if i was a scared little kid
In the distance i heard a sound of a dog
i looked in and seen a frog
So i let it go and went in my room
The next day i was awake by a boom
Something was in the trash once more
I began to open my door
I walked to the trash and opened it
There was that frog, i wasn't scared one bit
I let it go and went to work
I wondered why that frog continues to lerk
The next day i was awoken by a sound
in my trash was that frog, man it was so round
it must have eaten all my trash
He must be starving with no cash
So i let him go and gave him some money
My wife walked in and said are you okay honey?
That next day i heard that familiar sound
I crept up to the trash like a hound
I Opened the lid as fast as a cat
There was that frog holding a baseball bat!
He jumped up and hit me in the head
He hit me until i was dead
I should've never given that frog that cash
or ever taken out my trash...

Copyright © Trash Boat | Year Posted 2016