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I'm so in love with you
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"She told me remeber that time
when you were having problems
I wanted to tell you what it was
I didn't cause I thought you'd
fall in love with me and wouldn't
leave me alone. It aint you or us it's
me< I don't want a love affair that
fizzles and fades. Love true love
last forever and a day."
Written by" The Soprano
who was interrupting for the
Contralto.
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reminder
It aint Love until she
responds to your forwardings
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YES / NO
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You’re trying to hang tough
But your ball is in the rough
Don’t throw a fit
Just think then hit
Forget all that pro stuff
it's not what i paid for
kind of blue spangalang
but the doctor was in good spirits
and told me he wasn't to know how rubbish
the radiologist was
as he laughed at my ultrasound
and asked my children if they're playing with slime
arco lounge toast
is there marmite on my face?
and drinking beer in the family stand at the cricket
"it's non-alcoholic pal."
"is it?" asks the member of staff
and the bloke in the urinal next to me
leans on the wall, yelling "come on!"
really profound stuff
give me a licorice stick
and you'll witness my jazz face
Not caring leads to more not caring
and leads to even less caring.
It’s a slippery downhill slope
that gets you nowhere fast.
So get a grip. Stand tall.
Kick it up a notch
and quickly veer off that
self-destructive ramp.
AP: 1st place 2025
You know you've hit rock bottom for sure
when you find your track
in a used record store
under a stack at the very back
of the ten pee CD rack
(does anyone buy them anymore?)
and you know you've hit the all-time low
it's a sure bet
when you don't see your song
in any list at all
on the worldwide internet
rock bottom don't get lower than that
from up to down at the drop of a hat
better to be a has-been a player in the game
than a never-was because
they may have been the best of times
and tho' memories will last
I won't spend the rest of my days
living in the past
Player or Be Played
Should there only be two options?
Can’t there be an in-between?
An in-between where they are there
for Each Other.
An in-between where they
choose Each Other.
An in-between where they
know Each Other.
An in-between where they can
respect Each Other.
An in-between where any problem can be solved
with Each Other.
The perfect one becomes perfect when you show up.
perfect for Each Other,
not alone.
Running back
Do running back do?
Ha! I Caught ball
Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait
To catch me yet
Ball caught, clutch against my chest
I run the ball a brisk running back receive,
Handoffs from run the ball.
Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can
I runnin to ya… running back
2/5/25
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025©
Dedicated verse to Calvin D. Jones
former Nebraska Football player
Super Bowl Champion for Green Bay Packers
Omaha Beef Football player
I watched one thousand waves crash on the shore
Echoing, howling, there is so much more
I watched one thousand trees sway East to West
I had fallen beneath them after doing my best
I could still hear the bird calling, from where I said goodbye
The bear on the mountain couldn't find me and wondered why
There's so much to do, so many worries, no time to cry
There's too much to look for when feeling lost, but I try
A Daisy used to be enough to bring a smile
And the frosted snow covered tree tops carried me a mile
Shining in a glory from a hilltop that was mine
To lose where I was grounded, I'm still trying to be fine
For now, I'm just a wanderer, missing home and what I had
Tossing smiles around, but admitting that I'm sad
From moving water, to shining trees, all across the land
I continue marching, like a single player band
Heidi Sands
12/22/24
(C)opyright
With a cunning eye he checked
Strategizing wildly as he approached
Calculating and shrewd
With a razor sharp focus he raced
While all he blocked
And with a powerful kick
Made history with the magnificent winning goal!
“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra
Loug And Doug
Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball
When we don't say anything
and everythings alright
I look to my lover
and will gladly take
her hand
I come out on the lovers
sides meaningful
equation: furthermore
maybe in a little while
I don't remember
exactly when when
But I know how
you got a second
a moment to spare
might I say I love you
and tell you I care
Unsure of what to say
didn't know what to do
mooping around
I thought we were through
But ah kiss from your lips
a smile as an expression
a change to normalesy
a move in the right direction
now I know the words
put'em al together
changing out yesterday
focus on tommorrow
what else can I say
no myths of sorrow
jst lover doing what lovers do
aint no lack f confience
it's me and you
I showed MOM the trophy our team had won.
She said, "WOW, Congratulations, my son,
How many goals DID you score?"
I replied, "MA‘AM, learn rules more;
You ask DAD, reserve player can't score one!"
Palindrome Limerick Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
1st Place
You're able to cross
The trouble chess of this world
Across table's boss.
“In a rundown, the runner is in a pickle that could become a rhubarb.” ~ by poet
Rundown.
He's trapped between
bases being pursued
by the fielders who glibly smile
because they know they have the advantage,
to perhaps overtake and tag
the beleaguered runner,
to foil the run.
Rundown.
Strangers but loved
aged pianist's hands
don't die in silence...
The old pianist watches
his hands ... learned
a secret... the music...
Even injured and with strength
touch still finds.
In silence his tips
dactyls hurt, suffer...
But the silence knows that
will speak in his ringtones...
dying toes
suck the last ones out of life
sighs...
The old pianist sweating,
cry dry tears...
But the blessed sound
the piano plays the music
holy, torn from
heart...
Homage to pianist João Carlos
Martins and his extreme pain in the
extremities hands and fingers...
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