Best Ball Rolling Poems
A blind date
sprung on two unwary victims.
He turned up early in suit and tie
obviously uncomfortable with
a situation beyond his comfort zone.
She showed up on time
dressed in an elegant clean cut dress
wearing high heels and
a subtle touch of perfume,
oozing confidence, yet
carrying herself with class.
An introductory handshake,
soft and coarse, gentle and firm,
set the ball rolling.
Over dinner he unwound
falling for her smooth soft voice
and witty sense of humour.
Later they danced, striking a balance
between grace and slight awkwardness
merging with ease when slow music played.
Reluctantly the date came to an end,
but not before plans were made to meet again.
Who could have guessed that
burlap would compliment satin so well!
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Contest: Burlap and Satin
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen
© 22nd March 2018
Pick them at random, the best way to start.
The very old or very young are the easiest to part,
With the info you need to get the ball rolling.
You scare them at first and then start cajoling.
By gaining their trust and becoming their friend,
You'll get access to funds and accounts without end.
Tell them their computer's been hacked by a scammer,
Or they owe for back taxes, will be locked in the slammer.
But you're there to help and make everything right.
For a small monthly fee it will all be alright.
Once you get those numbers then you are home free,
And it's pay day already for you and for me.
** SCENES FROM HOME **
The curtain wafts on an open-window’s breezing air, like liquid
Blue in the room, bringing beauty with magic’s tracing
The woman with her still raining, trickling water-streams
Over her calf as she lifts her leg out of the bath
Above the call, “Daughter!” to the girl running outside, her
Tresses and turquoise skirt flying up in a lunging wind
As a red squirrel leaps onto a chipping-painted windowsill
To dig all through a neglected flowerbox, while he’s squawked at
By a blackbird, bowing over her nest, keeping watch
Nearby where there emanates the enchanting sound of piano
Nocturnes that the son (in rolled-up shirtsleeves) nicely plays
While a ping-pong ball rolling, clacks across the cellar floor,
Beguilling the cat into a frenzied attempt to seize her prey
At the hallway’s end, Grandma asks a mirror about her appearance.
“Is there a flower fairy to bring a blooming loveliness to my age?”
Mirror, ready to answer, “Just look! Radiance grows inside every day.”
But, the answer on-coming, found Grandma, chin-on-hand, fast asleep.
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(c) sally young eslinger 7/14-15/2023
Thanks be to God—-
What has to be done must be done
Lazing around just will not pay
Grab hold of yourself and move on
Do what you have to do today
Despite the mood you may be in
Know time and tide wait for no one
Get busy, start the ball rolling
If not, you will be overrun
Hold on and sustain the effort
Though you may not feel to do so
Stand firmly for no matter what
Be assured success will follow
A pleasant evening
Romantic streets in Paris
Killed, done in cold blood
Picture as warzone
Music stops and ball rolling
A nightmares in live
The death in Paris
Fire with assault rifle
France close its borders
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A definition of evil: Goodness absence - No compassion
Are some people born without heart and becomes obsessed with the power of evil ?
Fear and crying
Gurgling stream of hate
My pain for the world
Give me your hand
Always by your side
14.11.2015 A-L Andresen :)
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The Three Islands Sleep!
Sleep, sleep, the islands asleep!
Sleep while the winds blow on her face,
On her trees, and on her mountains and hills,
Sleep when the thieves dressed in suit come in,
Like the befuddled man sleeps in his own vomit,
Or like the overworked farmer, who in his bed creeps.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep with unclosed eyes, like he who can’t sleep,
Sleeps to the sound of alarm, the fight for her life, and her sea,
Sleeps, when the red crimson blood from her vain shed,
Like anesthesia in flesh, make it numb, feel no pain,
Or like the brain hypnotized, would not think for itself.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep when the foreigners come, move her out of her bed,
From the kitchen, living room, on the trees she sojourns,
Sleeps, though her offspring bewail, for some bread and a rest,
For schoolmasters that left, with no school nor recess,
And the peril and risk that play daily on the streets.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep, the three of them sleep, when they empower the fiendish,
To keep the ball rolling, the robbing and defrauding,
When the ballots that are twisted, in their hands feel no different,
Sleep when the liars can lead them, but the truth doesn't reach them,
Or when death sentence upon them, they hear, neither see their grave ending.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sleep!
Sleep when the corrupt one comes, with false hope to promote,
Like better jobs, new buildings, profuse gifts are given,
Sleeps like the reefs and the cays in the deep,
When the hurricane sweeps, still they all in deep sleep.
Sleep! Sleep! The islands sound a sleep!
Sleep! Sleep! The three of them sleep, when rain water falls and seeps,
Seeps through their pores, deep down in their souls water leaks,
With thorns, wild trees and tall bush growing from underneath,
The Cassava, plantain, watermelon, sweet potato, food produced choked and killed,
Like invaders our land destroy, but we sit and daydream, since our islands sound asleep.
Sleep! Sleep! The three islands asleep!
Say it loud if that is what thrills you
Say it twice if that is what you don’t want
Say it loud if that is what brings discomfort in you
Cough it out if that will make you feel better
Run it fast if that will take you to your destiny
Step it up if that will take you higher
Dream it big if that’s what feels to be real
Fight it back if that’s what jeopardizes your peace
Give it time if that’s what worth your wait
Pay attention if that’s what you need to understand
Dress it smart if that’s what suits you
Paint it colorful if that’s what brightens you
Push it hard if that’s what you want to achieve
Keep on trying if that’s what fails you
Keep the ball rolling if you aim to reach the net
Goal scorers are those who keep on playing
Possess intelligence to be an intellectual
Be content to be constant but never let the contend
To keep you out of consistent.
Take you position but don’t use it as a possession.
Fly high if you believe that the sky is the limit.
Connect if you want to be collected
Don’t be a captor if you want to captivate.
Stay out of captive so you can be the captain
Be a commander to avoid being a demander.
Civilized is a way better than being a civilian
Hop to host high the classic but be gradual to cut the cost to graduate with gratitude.
Crave not to see yourself in the grave before you create life that will lend you in higher grade.
Be bold to hold the high volts that keep the cold away from the world of your own.
Be vital to visualize the visible visions that will
Violate the violence that victimize the victory of your vigorous success.
Defy to be dependent in order to deposit
The devotion that will deplete the negative emotions in you.
Stand still your integral being to give integrity that intact the instrumental mind you are installed in.
Know that nothing can change the chances that challenges the champion that chairs the chambers of your character
Be ready to cherish the charismatic chapter with champagne that will cheer up the chemistry in you to charm forever
Her heart swells with ecstacy
When he plays basketball in scorching heat
Dodges the ball here and there
With a sly smile dwelling everywhere
Before scoring the goal, he lifts his head
Throws a glance where she with everyone, treads
Drunk, deep blue but cosmic cross eyes
And she colours love in them
Her heart pounds with misdirected love
He jumps and goals and her heart go wild
For he: a stretched Straw lands back on the court....
Like a ball rolling far and wide
Game resumes and to shed his sweat..
He flips his shirt up and low
A scare-crow figure peeps through belly
Then a daring crow comes, sit and poops on his head
He is all bones and; flesh of a pound or two
But she sees six packs flashing her eyes
And her heart swells with ecstasy
Near the end he pours water on his face
With his head high and his eyes closed
The grey shirt turns black with water and sweat
And her heart gets high with adrenaline fret
The water drops find their way out of the black silk tides;
With black lice as passesngers on-board
One nook of supposedly voluptuous lips
Hangs upward, baring sidelines of his dental scheme
A days old seed there; stuck in-between
Sows directly in the soft soil of her heart
And she can't see seed's surrounding black sea,
As her heart swells with blind love and ecstasy
Attention's gone
Doesn't seem like there's anything going on.
Sitting around
Trying to find something to fill this time I've found.
Frustrations show
I could've been more productive today, I know.
But instead
I think I'll spend the rest of the day in bed.
Who needs motivation when there's nothing else to do?
Where's the inspiration when there's nothing driving you?
I guess the lack of time my friend, is really not the issue.
It's figuring how to get the ball rolling to get to the things that will ensue.
In the midst of boredom; I'm in its throes
I'll twiddle my fingers and tap my toes
The village was nestled on the coast by itself, as if God had put it there all alone, on a shelf.
The residents were isolated just like the town, and universally uninformed from the top on down.
It was no longer a lavish seaside resort, gone were the badminton and racquetball courts.
It was a mere shell of its former glory and wonder, as if a great storm had come and tore it asunder.
And in the village an old man remembered when he was a boy,
how he played with wooden sticks, Lincoln logs, tinker toys.
Then came toys made of plastic so shiny and new.
There were so many you could tear one up, and replace it with two.
And that was just the tip of an iceberg of stuff
that has grown bigger and bigger cause it's never enough.
When the little boy grew up he bought his first car
that could outrun the men who wore the tin stars.
He was hooked on the speed and the style and the flash.
What a bargain he thought to get so much for so little cash.
Back then very few cared if cars damaged the planet;
they were fast, looked good and were a great chick magnet!
Soon the young man got married and in the blink of an eye,
the grandkids have him thinking about that uneven sky.
The one that lets too many sun's rays come in.
the one that has worn the polar ice sheets too thin
The one that won't let him leave this earth as he found it,
with food and water for all and God's halo around it.
Now he worries and frets, what can one person do,
that could make any difference in this environmental snafu?
Then a light bulb came on in his troubled mind.
I will get the ball rolling and lots of people will follow and find,
that the earth is too fragile to treat just any old way,
then maybe, just maybe the whole village will make everyday Earth Day.
How does a man meet a gorgeous woman
So it doesn't seem he's out on the make
If she smiles, that gets the the old ball rolling
Take it slow with each step you take
Start with talking about the fun you're having
Then ask her if she's having fun too
Imagine your arms wrapped around this beauty
And kissing this sweet babaloo
Duck if she tries to hit you with a chair
And screams bloody murder out loud
Probably misread this sweet lassie's signals
Best to disappear in the crowd
Problem arises if she follows you home
Yelling a bunch of very naughty words
Pretend you don't know this very strange lady
As her blows make your vision blurred
No one promised success the first try
Eventually you're bound to hit pay dirt
You'll wonder forever why it took so long
As she coyly takes off her skirt!!!
© Jack Ellison 2015
Hello there, beautiful woman behind the piano.
Would you please play a melody I’m sure you know?
To this crowd here tonight, I’m in the mood to sing.
The lyrics I convey should have a familiar ring.
With this bourbon and soda, I cannot drown my sorrow.
I want to describe how I feel. Let’s give it a go.
I have to tell you that my lady and I are through.
Her departure from the scene has made me so blue.
Alas, my partner has proven to be untrue.
You are so marvelously talented at what you do.
Let your dexterous fingers glide across each key.
We will get the ball rolling with the familiar tune “Misty”.
president hope & change grows more corrupt to the
core,
as most figureheads do when they are fed a few more
years of
power &
with his hope & change comes
the new BRAIN Initiative,
whose puppet master,
the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA),
paints a pretty picture for the public,
saying that the Department of Defense will be able to
simply scan the brains of suspected terrorists,
instead of torturing them,
in order to get what information they want
so that we will all be
“protected.”
are you looking forward to having your own brain
scanned?
are you looking forward to being dragged in by the cops
who found you with the drones,
that will use the new brain scanning technology
that slid neath’ the public radar
with dreams of “curing brain disorders like autism,
epilepsy, traumatic brain injury, schizophrenia and
Alzheimer’s?”
to congress president hope & change goes,
to get the $100 million,
to get the ball rolling,
to ensure that as this empire continues to decline &
the gap between the rich & the poor continues to
grow,
that there will be yet another way to **** with those
who haven’t got a thing---
to the podium he goes
to be a good lil’ puppet,
to do the bidding of those who paid his way,
just like he said he would.
(the thought police are coming)
Honour through labour is the ultimate goal
Achievement’s prefect sending an alert at every pause
Regulating inactivity to give idleness no chance
Demand is great and the stake is high
Whether through the hands and sweat of the skin
Or through mental strain and thorough thinking
Regular stress is the propeller to its engine, but
Keep the ball rolling in a controlled speed
In the long run, the effect will begin to show
Narrow is the gap left, success is no more far
Goals and targets met, fulfillment the new crown
Nothing was found when they let out the two hounds
They went running after her charging and chasing
frothing abound
Like a ball rolling on the ground was Ms. Round
She made a loud sound and was caught and bound
She kicked the gravel and began to unravel all wound
And as she frowned her hat fell off her crown
Out tumbled lots of pounds that built quite a mound
Made to sit out all day under a very hot sun
As she roasted in the heat and browned
Crying and screaming out loud, in her tears she
drowned!
25.4.22