You wear a chest protector and a clicker,
and while I don't mean to bicker,
a whole new world could come into view.
I say this confidentially to you,
in the hopes you get my gist,
and visit an optometrist.
Spreading across a pan so fleet -
what can stop it but the heat
so it won't get any flatter?
Those are my thoughts
on pancake batter.
Steps up to the plate
Skinny Legs picks up his baseball bat
He points beyond the outfield
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Up down turn around pick a pan a bowl or two
turn a pock
turn a plum
spin baked in
Swirl the spoon, mix a pie batter to make a treat for you
Stop blocking all the opportunities that make it your way. Don't let your fear dictate your fate. That, you should be the one to create.
You have made plenty of unwise decisions, some that caused you pain. So one day you decided to build a shield that practices keep away. In batting off the "bad" and protecting your heart, you somewhere along the way managed to push anything worth a damn from getting closer to your, deep parts.
You thought you had it covered, you truly had no doubt. I see you had one thing covered; your ego and let me tell you ouch. You now see the damage you caused trying to be safe. You actually thought what you dodged would not come back and try to have it's day?
I never meant to block our long-awaited amends, my stupid ego had feelings and some were just too bent. I now have learned a lesson, and this one truly stings. I guess I have to show up and face whatever the universe flings.
Keep in mind just because it pitches you don't always have to bat. I sometimes watch the bs, as it blows over and then that's that.
Where the batter swings, if he hits the ball homerun
Why the batter hits the ball when it goes far outside the park homerun?
4/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
I post on the Soup for all to see
and am no angel nor claim to be.
I am kind and all that
but carry a big bat
so beware how you remember me.
If baseball were life and
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place your brain goes to die.
Of all positions and spaces of Play,
I prefer to be out in Left Field.
There's no place Home.
(Always keep the ball on your eye.)
The new Mc Spicy is born
Can i have non vanilla non milk milkshake
shaken vertically then horizontal then metaphorically
Why isn't there a kft-Kentucky fried turkey
----------------------------------- -------------tofu
whatever bloats your flats
So the better bitter batter wants a better bitter bat
But the better bitter batter baker wants to break his cat
'Cause the badder batter baker bakes the better batter's bats
While the better batter's biggest brother balks at all of that.
So the bitter batter's brother bakes a bitter batter bite
with the better bats of butter and the baker's bitter kite
and the bitter better baker breaks the badder baker's bike
So the badder batter baker and the better baker fight.
So the bitter bakers battle, bitter batter now abounds
And the better bitter batter hears these bitter battle sounds
Now the better batter's bitter, no solution can be found.
So the bitter better batter bats both bakers to the ground.
Pancake Batter Bessie
She makes flapjacks so fine
Avoiding corn syrup
With Tabasco, liver and onions sublime.
We try to stop her
But she is obtrusive and a ghost
Where we make our own batter
We hide it with our toast.
For Bessie will take that batter
And add extra stuff galore.
Peanut butter and sausage
Corn, pickles, oranges and more.
Bessie empties our pantries in the middle of the night
And grills up inventive pancakes that fill every counter in sight.
Our mother has asked her to stay out of her kitchen.
Pancake Batter Bessy’s creative juices can’t for they are always itch’n.
forgive when
we first meet
if i've a har
don
it's just
that
i've been
waiting
not in
tree time
but
couldn't
wait so
i'm would
Baseball
On call
Took bat
Look out
Struck out
11/27/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2019
From outfield judging eyes await your plight,
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven.
Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled...
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like blood boiled, fever'd swing loyal,
now away to skies, all eyes on prized swat.
Faithfully she watched from merciful stands,
clouds roll away from fancy, fated rush.
His chance to meet life, alone in her hands,
though startled by a bat's powerful crush.
Will you strike true in life's bewilder'g plan,
carried on shoulders of heavenly fans?
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