Sweet Heaven!
My weakness
is falling for
women with long hair.
Sweet Heaven!
My playboy's ways charm
them more than that handsome
baseball player
who's handsome
and winks without restraint.
My weakness spoils taste,
not its flavor, this fame
of an incredible lover
it's due to an irresistible need
to conquer and deceive, indeed;
I break naive and weak hearts,
I don't apologize to anyone.
it's the ego of the cruelest man
with the intention to win;
it's the habit of repentless trolls!
I shuffle cards
and watch players
with restless eyes
and restless fingers
they are learning to play
Game Queen:
a nightmare never seen;
they look around with dismay.
My weakness
is not falling for the woman
at the round table,
but to win and be their idol!
Lovely game : Baseball.
I'm not a baseball player -
But Indian game,
most similar to baseball
is named as Gilly - Danda.
The traditional
ancient bat- ball game :
Coordination
focussing to concentrate
hand-eye simultaneous .
Gilly-Danda : Nice !
Cricket -Baseball in fusion.
Played in my childhood -
Most favourite game of mine :
Got interested in Baseball.
Now I'm regular
watcher of the game Baseball
to enjoy in full.
I'm not at all sports- woman.
I never ventured to play.
Sweet Heaven,
my weakness
is falling for women with long hair,
sweet Heaven,
my Playboy's ways
charm them more than that
sey baseball player,
who winks without restraint!
My weakness spoils
smoothness, not its strong flavor;
this fame of an incredible lover
is due to an irresistible need
to conquer and deceive indeed;
I break weak and naive hearts,
I don't apologize to anyone,
it's the ego of the cruelest men
with the intention to win;
it's the habit of guiltless trolls!
I shuffle cards and watch players
with restless eyes
and trembling fingers,
they're learning to play
Game Queen;
a nightmare never seen,
they look around with dismay!
My weakness is not falling
for the women at the table,
but to win big and be their idol!
A baseball player, name of Kyle Tucker
Ever hear of him? – Neither had I
Just inked a $240 million contract
~ setting off quite the hue and cry
Baseball player, a childhood dream;
Clearly seen was the chosen team.
Accounting , decidedly a plan "B".
A journalist was acceptable plan "C".
It's vague sometimes what we will be.
May we never be left hanging up a tree
Without a plan, a stand, or even a desire.
May there reside in each of us a God given fire
To love HIM, becoming like Him, belonging to Him.
Between God and us, pursuing such is a sacred bond.
With Him, we can execute the assigned mission.
Whether the call is preaching, teaching, or administration,
There is fulfillment when we make the decision
To surrender to the call and receive the consecration.
“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
One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.
It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like
Then it was my turn:
“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”
That threw her for a loop.
There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.
Can’t blame me.
Grandma is as proud as she can be!
Her Eddie~growing tall as his backyard tree.
He dons his classic St. Mary’s uniform.
Not wearing a freaky shirt with a unicorn!
Chemistry, world history and religion, too.
He is not learning trash from a WOKE school!
A multi-cultural school, he does attend!
To honor God, no flakey, government nonsense, on their knees to bend.
You are the sex you were born, twas God’s intention.
WOKE nonsense here, no, sorry, given no attention!
Nana sings and shouts:Alleluia!!
No CRT to ruin you!
Hurrah to his parents, to see he is learning in a safe, sane place.
He is a scholar, baseball player and to his family, no disgrace.
Only fifteen and grand six feet tall!
And be careful on the field, of his curve ball!
To me he is the future of this country, that is now confused and lost.
He has vision, principles that will make America great again, no matter
the cost!
You amazing boy, studying the Bible each day, I know with children like
you,
America will be safe, not become another lost Communist zoo!
Love you, Nana ***
8/9/2022
~2~
Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Country music can be fun!
Charlie Pride, kissed angel.
Can’t you just hear, Johnny,
Coming from your Tv?
Cold Cold Heart sung by Hank.
Countless artists,in field,
Co write on USA
10/19/2020
Contest: Pleiades 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
These are Some famous Country Music singers.
They’re many more. I just mentioned these artists in my poem.
Hiram "Hank" Williams (September 17, 1923 – January 1, 1953) was an American singer-songwriter and musician.
John R. Cash (born J. R. Cash; February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003) was an American singer, songwriter, musician, and actor.
Charley Frank Pride (born March 18, 1934) is an American singer, musician, guitarist, business owner, and former professional baseball player.
A man with love… is a happy man to think of
But
A man with no woman to rely on
Is a man so lonely so dead and gone
A man with room and broad… is a shut in opened man turn cold
But
A man with no home to call his own
Is a man with few clothes poorly with no money and depends on loans
A man with friends is a lonely shatter man
But
A man with no enemies is one who runs from Freddy, Dick and Dan
Is just a man trapped behind two pool balls queue sticks and…
A man with no smile… is a man without laughter
But
A man with no face to express himself
Is a man who will be exposed to bedevilment
Think about it
Don’t just try to do without it
Just try to remember that
Without no smile it’s like a baseball player without his bat, glove and ball
A man with no smile
Is like a poorly ragged fatherless child
9/11/70
Written words by James Edward Lee © 1970
From Miss Bernice Godowski Creative Writing Class
North High School
Original written under the name of AKA"pen name"),pseudonym Michael Block
He was my prince,I fell in love with him,
Tall and handsome, and muscular.
His handshake when I met him,
Warm and strong, lasting forever in my memory.
He has beautiful blue eyes and when he smiles you could see
his dimples.
I could see him as a great baseball player.
His silver gray hair aligning his handsomeness.
A prince in disguise, tall and elegant.
Loves skiing, sports is his second nature,
I loved his hug and kiss when I gave him some of my art work.
The day we met God was destined to make us friends,
When he is away I miss him until he is back again.
Summer is here and Autumn is not far away,
I dream of walking with him to the conservation area.
What a miracle from God , may our friendship continue,
As god allows day by day to the evening hours.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
We weren't privy to Part I
(Just parents were invited)
But Part II was arranged so
No one extra would feel slighted.
The children came up to the stage
In pairs as every teacher
Announced their names and what
They'd like to be, a charming feature.
From astronaut to ninja,
Princess, baseball player, vet,
Even architect (our Henry),
Most will change their minds, I'd bet.
But you never know exactly what
The future holds in store.
Will Henry's blueprints be the ones
We've all been waiting for?
That crossed my mind and then the children
Sang a little tune
And somehow pre-school's over...
Just a little bit too soon.
As she approached the public bench
that wooden miserable affair,
sizzling below the the summer sun,
withered, peeling and unkempt,
she reckoned that five-letter word
and all the meanings it could stir
had it been another soul thinking about it.
Had this fair lady been a judge,
she could immediately recall
the very day she took the bench
to glower over every wrong.
A baseball player would abhore
the mere sight of one in case
his bottom was all warm and slack
by sitting on one in each game.
A metal worker would think work
A gymnast would start working out
A miner would dig a wide ledge
A backbenching MP aspires for the front.
Yet she is but a gilted girl
sitting each noon on this same bench
he once had said he'd go away
no longer loving her to stay.
There once was a baseball player named Pete.
Who was the most famous man of one feat
In swinging at bad balls
he drew many cat call.
For in striking out he'd often repeat.
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