I've never been in a war zone.
Once I got lost on my way to Wriggly Field.
Ended up in a tilted, burned-out ghetto.
A cherry pulled me over for being out of place.
The cherry man said leave asap.
For it wasn't very safe.
The ballgame was sold out, so my girl and I went to the zoo instead.
All day long I couldn't shake the ghetto out of my head...
The animals were better off than many Chicagoans.
At least the animals were safe and well fed.
Has praying for sustenance and safety ever accomplished anything?
War and poverty are a given and a constant in modern society.
~ To the tune of 'Everybody Loves Somebody Sometimes ~
Sung by Dean Martin
Everyone can lose a ballgame sometimes
Even good teams go down to defeat
Tonight, we’ll drown our sorrows
Tomorrow’s win ~ so sweet
Not every game’s a shut-out or no-hitter
The best of pitchers throws some home runs too
And when might Casey swings – and misses
Whatever you do ~ Don’t say boo
I can talk to my brother 10,000 miles away
Make conference calls from Beijing to Monterrey
Warm up my car from the comfort of home
Attend a ballgame in the rain under a dome
Manage a company while on perpetual vacation
Buy a new car with no sales negotiation
Design a skyscraper with a few clicks here and there
If a doctor, perform surgery remotely from anywhere
So, why can’t I just eat right and lose weight
I guess it’s ‘cos home-cooked food tastes so great
two women on a seesaw laughing their happy heads off
Like male praying mantises, except they did not scoff
wearing dresses and high heels which was absurd
Their husbands Phil and Lee walked by, without saying a word
Pretending they do not know their wives imbibe during the day
Something hard to not realize if you are looking their way
They were arguing now about whose seesaw was the best.
They were both on the same one, so it was no real test.
Let’s go to a ballgame, suggested Phil to his friend Lee.
They had no argument from their Gladys or Sammy.
Arguing now about whether the seesaw was blue or red.
Let’s stop by and pick up my favorite cousin, Fred.
Daddy, please take me out to the ball game
running the bleachers, enjoying the fame
buy me some warm peanuts and crackerjacks
let the ball fly to the outfield with a whack!
Daddy, can I go play with my friends in the field?
There are lightning bugs, and they easily yield.
I want to chase and run and twirl and spin.
I don't care about baseball, the sport or the win!
Poetry in motion
Take me out … the ballgame
bats and balls a'soaring
Root, toot, toot … the home team
'round the bases scoring.
Poetry in motion
Daddy and daughter dance
…hard to give her away
Wedding music magic
Dad won’t stand in your way.
Poetry in motion
Maypole dance, oom pah pah
lads and lasses skip by
braiding designs so grand
as colored ribbons fly
Poetry in motion
At junior/senior proms.
guys and gals move in pairs
chaperones, keep on track -
moving round midst their cares.
April 5, 2022
Sing a song, laugh at a joke;
Pray a prayer, drink a toast;
Sip a cupp’a tea, walk a country mile;
Sit and ponder life for a while.
A morning Joe before you go;
Hit the bricks to earn some dough;
Smile a lot to make them wonder,
The secret of your happiness.
Kiss your wife, hug your child;
Say I love you, say I’m sorry;
See a ballgame, root like wild;
Catch a fish and never worry.
Vote your conscience, donate your time;
Phone a friend, spend a dime;
Pay your bills, down a Pil’s;
Mix it all together, your life will rhyme;
Summer Succumb
Segue Cicadae,
Enwrap in sunray,
Warble a tuneful "Hooray!",
Solstice sing-song night/day,
Hydrangeas on display,
Honeysuckle blooms bouquet
Melons savor away,
Berries & cream entree,
Splashing a la Bay,
Reading enjoy, listen to Mozart play,
"Zimmer's" here! So our stars don't stray,
Our belief GPS is recalculating the way!
Madras instead of gray,
Dour somber becomes gay,
At a ballgame eye spy,
A growing white blur, wonder I why?
Then it hits me!
By dawns early light, See? Oh say!
Hot dogs, wieners, tube steaks, or any other name,
it's the traditional fare sold at any ballgame.
This long pink sausage in an elongated soft bun
is something that is a treat and a lot of fun.
Dress it up with mustard, relish, onions, et cetera.
Nothing's more popular in the United States of America.
Inspired by a poem written by Gershon Wolf.
One day I'll lay upon a bed
and someone near will declare me dead
Don't cry for me when my time is done
for life for me has just begun
I'll enter Heaven through pearly gates
and walk down the streets of gold
And Jesus will be waiting with open arms
with found loved ones young and old
Grandma will be holding the babies
while rocking in her chair
And Mom will be cooking my favorite meal
saying how happy she is I'm there
Grandpa will be taking a peaceful nap
and smiling as he dreams
And Dad will be watching the ballgame
and cheering his beloved team
Old Blue will be barking a welcome
while wagging his stubby tail
And we'll go stalking the fields again
in search of pheasant and quail
Angels will be singing sweet melodies
soothing all worldly fears
And pain and suffering will finally cease
along with the needless tears
So don't cry for me when my time is done
for there will be so much to do
I'll be in heaven with those from the past
helping prepare a home for you
"Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
It reminds me of my grandparents;
Grandma, baba, ouma, bomma grandmother;
Love to read poems sing them ole time songs;
So much love they given each of us;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
Yet they were stern
Great teachers taught my parents as will as me to learn;
They listened to a Motorola on a tall stand;
Nonna would play a little ditty on the “baby grand”
Oh! And Gran made fried pies on Sundays;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…
We would have with our dinner;
Homemade chicken soup, meatloaf and cabbage loaf;
My grandpa and his friends would sit outside talkN loud
While listening to the ballgame on a transmitter radio;
The ladies would settle in the den;
Nesting caressing darning with patch qulits using needles and tread;
Joyously giggling laughing while lovingly talkN bout them men;
Those were better times. Good times!
Being round my grands…"
1/4/20
Written words by Genysis DMaurier & James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
A dedicated verse to Genysis DMaurier
based on words from Genysis to a e-mail to me
It's damned and it's free.
It's torture and it's passion.
It's you. All things to be.
It's hypocrisy and the attitude of similar fashion.
It's the cliches and the daily platitude defying the laws of attraction.
It's you.
The midnights and the rainy sunrises and the white nights and the see you at the grocery store surprises the long evenings the no wine and lame tv endurance....go me. The suspended time on a Saturday morning between eyes blinded by sun and the moment we say it. Life finds a way.
Everyday. It's you.
It's the wind on a Sunday and the silence in December, the dust on a freeway . It's you.
I fail to forget. I die when I remember.
It's you
It's the ballgame I watched yet saw nothing it's the pints I drank it's the talk I faked and the peace in solitude.
I'm not lonely alone I'm just on my own.
I'm learning to live I'm learning the sun sets despite my small self. I know I can give and one day put you on a shelf.
It's the whispers and the thunder it's the screams and the six feet under. It's you.
It's always gonna be you.
There's no run no fix and finish there's no home free to be
It's you. It's never me.
Has this ever happened to you at a ballgame
Your team hits a homer to win, the crowd goes insane
Two male strangers
Unaware of the dangers
They sheepishly sit down, feel they need to explain
Last Sunday
I went to see
a minor league game
took the ferry to
Staten Island with two friends
Nearly everyoen is reeling
from the two mass murders
in our land
But we will recover
New Yorkers will - so will the rest of the
USA
Saw a good ballgame and
enjoyed myself
Sporting events can free the soul
from the dark clouds which have
descended on the USA
Baseball is the quintessential
American game
and we fans belive
it is a joy to watch athletes perform
The forces of fear will be no match
for the forces of light
in the American experience
Mow your lawn, swim in the pool!
This is the weekend for all of you.
Fly a kite, go jogging?
Have dinner in a romantic place.
Seventh Heaven!
Go to a ballgame, clean out your garage.
Above all, this is Lord's Day, either
Saturday or Sunday.
So it's more than OK to get off line and
Honor your sweetheart, husband or wife.
Love, Panagiota
5/24/2019
7pm PST
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