He always wants more...
Than breaths could offer;
Life drives to the core
Into love's coffer.
She wish to be it,
Than complaints could earth-
Worries of his ...
Living dreaming mirth.
Both ain't enough one,
For each other's taste,
Yet balling off fun...
Time tags ALL but waste.
What a joke for truth,
None value being youth.
The best of the energy,
Good vibes and fun times,
From balling to shot calling,
As I should say from rags to riches,
Sipping monsters in Bugatti,
With pretty girls asking do they smoke,
Don’t smash my vibe,
On the beach with Bacardi,
Eating and acting gnarly,
Big diamonds living that lavish lifestyle.
That’s where I want to be.
Fire is a spirit,
crackling vibrations,
sirring catalyst;
force and energy
of the midday sun.
I raced over
mountains, caressed
hairs of strong
forests and rolled
over balling rivers.
But this dour
fluorescence Is a
used canister
rusting to dust
where doting memories
of the midday sun
lazy along the silver
line into the
grove of silence.
Diving for the ball,
Balling into a dust-
Orange roll,
The catcher tossed it back to the pitcher
After a ball three, and walked up to him.
The descent of the night's sky
Made the ballfield lights a sudden relevance.
The catcher's cleats hit the ascending tip
of the diamond. He threw back his mask:
"You got this."
"I know I got this."
"Just throw how you normally throw."
"I know. I will. I know."
"You know what to do. Let's do this."
"I got this. I got this."
Then something was said
From the catcher to the pitcher
Not even the poet's ears were privy to.
Anyway,
Catcher ran back
Behind the diamond
And squatted, throwing out
His target glove with a deft pause
So not to tip the batter off.
The next pitch was a swinging strike
High up in the zone.
The pitch after that was a home run
Caught by a nun
Out on Yawkey Way.
Oh well, there's always the next day.
By the way,
She blessed the ball
And gave it away.
Itching
itching
nowhere
to scratch
Rambling
rambling
balling
the jack
Freight car
open
voices
interred
The brakeman
singing
"Turn
"Turn
"Turn"
(Dreamsleep: April, 2024)
it comes at winter time
its white and can shine
some comes down light
to me it s out of sight
as kids we play snow balling
i love when
SNOW IS FALLING
I didn't mind you balling Jack in our sack
Behind my back
But to take the fridge which held the beer
That was low, even for you dear
Now I hear you've dumped Jack, in favour of Mark
Everybody knows, he’s a nark
And what about the beer
Is it true, Mark the nark was shot in the dark
Now you're with Joe
The price of beer, it’s shocking you know
Heard the news, heart attack, poor Joe, and at the point of blow
Way to go Joe, the beer will flow
Is it true, Joe’s hardly dead, and you’re away with Fred
My god, I'm drinking myself dead
Oh no, surely not Fred, he was in his prime
Time gentlemen please, time
Well that sobered me up
You’re living with Mary, quite contrary
That's it, you've crossed the line
I'm the laughingstock in the Rose and Crown
You have finally pushed me over the ridge
For Christ sakes woman
Keep the bloody fridge.
He met me
At my weakest point,
The first boy
To give me attention.
Maybe that’s why I fell for him.
Not for his charms,
His looks, or his laugh,
But the fact that he looked at me
Like I made the sun.
I’m not filled with regret,
Because it’s in the past.
But I do wish,
I’d never been that girl
Who’d jump if he asked.
He used me
And abused me.
Emotionally
And physically.
Maybe he loved me,
At some point in life,
But in my point of view,
I’d been a toy he could use.
Looking at it now,
I have the answer
To the question:
Five years is long,
It’s marriage to most,
So why am I not
Balling my eyes out?
The answer is simple:
Throughout
Those 5 years,
Nothing was ever my choice,
He only made it seem so.
It was never my choice
To touch him like that,
Never my choice
To have sex with him.
It was never my choice
Giving into his will.
He took advantage
Of the shy little girl.
Why would anyone miss
Being manipulated that way?
Maybe I loved him,
But not anymore.
Fold her like a pretzel
Girl be going mental
Nuttin in her mouth
Now I’m messing up her dental
Treat it like a rental
Park it in the temple
Riding with the homies
And we dawging in the kennel
Shawty sentimental
Body instrumental
Tryna tie me down
But I’m moving continental
Dancing like a stripper
Shake it like a teaser
Louding up the music
How I’m playing on the speaker
It’s so cold in winter
Turning on the heater
Linking up with baddies
Now she calling me a cheater
Tryna make that money
I ain’t tryna keep her
Flowing on that base
How I’m balling like I’m Jeter.
Sam had cleared his debt, when Death came calling
So, his funeral no barrier stalling.
Sam's interment is as good as the held:
Twenty-one gun salute; trees shall be felled!
I see Sam laughing, on the ground falling,
Sam as a ghost amused, even balling,
All round him women a sweet name calling;
In his honor many to go mailing!
In their Spirit World had begun building
After a chat with Senior Ghost Fielding,
Who had his own house started roofing
While on Earth on Building Jobs no goofing...
Still, a billionaire much power wielding
Sam and others, every morn, "Lord Fielding!"
A dog that is feeding on milk
Won't go all days been fed by an ilk
When situation makes him bilk
Then the dog won't be as fine as a silk
A ball at the back of the net is a goal
Two balling on bed must have become a soul
With the one that is in control
Pleasurably drilling the hole
Two goals are called a brace
Jubilation is always of deep embrace
How hard opponents feel so disgrace
Trying to come back in form through grace
Three goals are called an hatrick
After two is no longer a baby mama by trick
Enjoying the memorable awesome kick
Which never get you sick
Unexpectedly in love;
Hugs plant Olive.
Unexpectedly with peers;
Olive's shade gears cheers.
Unexpectedly in joy;
I, a playboy.
Unexpectedly with ladies;
Scope drives Mercedes.
But men are running late for altar's oath
Wandering soul mate can't afford a troubling both
But has forgotten the lurking loath
Running behind them, are many a troth
Falling
I touched down
And they frowned at me
I keep balling
They keep talking
I keep working
They keep watching
What next I might become
I love to see them alive
Expecially those with hate
Cos am now the actor
They never wish to watch
They bleed I bless
They curse I grow
Am not in the league of a curse
Generation
I came out blessed
So if they continue to live
As long they hate
The more am blessed
I swear Cos they can't
wait to see Me
Falling
Falling
I believe in human resource
So my best investment
Is on human being
This is why I love
And love to bless
I own no grudges
I never love them either
I didn't want to cross no man
So no man should cross I
If life is with this mentality
Then I should have been writing
Another poem
I hate to be perfect
But remember me
Remember that despite who I am
Yet I showed love
I showed care
I pure and shared my heart with you
Remember me and be happy
Cos out there am not the same
Only God See's the deepest heart
Of a man
And time remains the prove of truth
So remember my Poems for humanity
Even when the world is
Falling
He’s itching,
he’s twitching,
he’s ready to shop.
The big rigs
are rolling;
they’re making a stop.
He’s tracking,
WhatsApping,
he’s all in the know.
He’s topped off,
he’s loaded,
he’s ready to go.
He scored him
some soy-based
down under the bridge.
The goat milk
awaits him
just over the ridge.
She’s calling,
she’s balling;
it’s almost all gone.
His eyelids
are heavy;
been at it since dawn.
He got to
the last stop
a minute too late.
The guy in
the Tesla
scooped up the last crate.
He cannot
go home yet;
he can’t bear to face her.
He’s trying
to score some;
he’s Formula Racer.
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Echos of Cake's The Distance in my mind on this one...
Dilbar jani ao cricket khailain
Mein karun balling tum batting
Har ball pay chaka maarna
Har ball pay out hona
Har ball pay tum haarna
Dilbar jani ao cricket khailain
Mein karun balling tum batting
Yara mara kar lo setting.
Note.Setting is the key to bond.
Lesson.Humility is must.
FORTIES CHILD
Freezing slides
on sheets of ice
Balaclavsa snug
Finger mitts
snow-balling bold,
Playtime in the cold.
Satchels,desks
with lift-up lids
Pen nibs
& inkwells
Five-stones conkers
in the yard
before
the lesson bell
repost from 2007
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