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Christmas Baseball Poems | Christmas Poems About Baseball
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As I contemplate life
Through thick lenses glasses of the whiskey bottle
Is there life?
What is life, what is the lie, or even the truth?
Or is there only the journey to darkness
If so, why not buy a first class ticket
To the black hole of the universe
There in death, I can sit
Dreaming of the rebirth of atoms and molecules
Then, I ponder some more
I remember years ago
Holding a soda pop bottle
I just couldn’t discard
Somehow I was happy
He was my invisible friend
We sure had adventures
Nighttime I was safe
He would guard the window
Be would both gaze at the stars
I would talk and he sure knew how to listen
These memories bring me smiles even now
Is the universe that strange?
Are we all related so, objects, minds and souls?
All I know, is maybe I better stick around
Have a soda
Savoring my youthful days
When all my friends came around to play
Yelling Ricky, come on out, it’s a beautiful day!
Baseball was always fun back then
I always had my soda pop bottle in my bag
Surrounded by friends and so so content
As I contemplate life
I am somewhat amazed
That the ghost from the Christmas past
Is no illusions after all
Chains be dammed, I am set free
I awake with a new vigor
To a new year
Notes: First I recommend to read Orange Crush The adventures of Soda Pop by Richard Lamoureux, all of them are a series. So, I added my dark side, and a wee bit of Charles Dickens at the end, as he like Richard used to write stores in series like this. I thought it unique to combine these 3 ideas in one!
I took the character of Ricky, aged him, and had him look back in time!
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
Is your go-to lunch roast beef sandwich?
Tomorrow you might want turkey instead
Here is why
In gen. red meat- such as roast beef
Not as healthy as other kinds of protein
Tends to have more cholesterol
Often has more saturated fat
Both things are bad for your heart
Eating too much red meat
May linked to colon cancer
This does not mean
You should never eat beef or other red meats
Just go easy on them
Fish or chicken
Try Veggie burgers
Try Fried tofu
Try Eggplant slices
Try tuna or broiled egg
Try turkey or soy links
Try lentils and rice
Try beans (canned or dried)
With Dinner entrée
Try Roast turkey (baked or broiled)
With sandwiches and wraps
Try grilled chicken or hummus
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Copyright © Kristopher Higgs | Year Posted 2013
A nine letter word
That is very commercialise
A word which has the ability
To raise billions in a second.
Nine letters one word
To con, to manipulate
One seconded before you debate.
It is said that Christmas is Christ birth
The day our Saviour
Choose to come to this earth.
A King whose blood
Was shed for all men
A gift beyond all gifts
To restore, to build.
Yet in our ignorance,stubbornness and selfish ways
We repaid by doubt,fear,greed,lust,hatred and death.
Don't misunderstand, christmas should be a time of celebrating.
A time of great reflecting
It should not be about spending
Christmas should be about forgiving
Mending bridges that are broken
Reflecting on peace and giving.
Christmas the time of year
That gives you the chance
To say, I am sorry
For the things
I have said and done through out the year.
Christmas is where you begin to let go of hurt
Embrace the unknown all things good and new
Trusting and knowing the most high is with you.
Christmas is not about you or me
Its about the Saviour love for me and you
Christ birth is definitely worth celebrating.
Take this moment to reflect
Pause for a while
Treasure, love those around you.
Learn to appreciate
Say thank you,
Live every minute,every second as though its your last.
Christmas is not about spending
Christmas is about family
Christmas is all about giving.
Copyright © Patricia Garcia Howard Bramble | Year Posted 2016