Best On The Ball Poems
Like the sun lights up the sky,
A little girl when she was born,
She snuggled right into our hearts
With heaven's sparkle in
Her eyes stole her papa's heart.
He became her nanny and cradled
Her to sleep, there was no bed
Comfortable enough,
but only in his loving arms
Until it was time for him to leave.
He was "mama" until she was two.
He would try to correct her;
"No, Papa."
She'd say, Mama with a smile.
He nourished her little mind with
Nursery rhymes and songs.
He taught her Math, English, and Spelling.
Taught her to ride her first tricycle,
To hold a baseball bat
And keep her eyes on the ball.
To kick and pass a soccer ball back and forth,
He cheered the loudest when she outran the boys.
Love between both of them unconditional.
She's now thirteen, with a smile that beams like sunshine
And eyes like stardust glistening, our greatest joys;
A garden scent where mums and sunflowers flow.
Having outgrew grandpa, it was grandmas turn;
Grandpa encouraged.
Her extra sunshine, giggles, laughter, and happiness
That come from deep inside when we shop
For party dresses, make-up, and
Once in a while a bookstore.
A photo-shoot on a footbridge or garden,
Lunches at Olive Garden or Gringo's for Mexican food,
And ice cold-fruity slushy drinks before going home.
She would text and still does to say,
You and grandpa or the best grandparents ever.
This little girl that that lights up the sky rules our hearts.
11/11/2019
insomnia night after night
restlessness tense & disturbed
lying awake the mind modifies
mutates
preceding delusional dreams
consciousness remains alert
creative and mindful words emerge
falling like puzzle pieces
perfectly clear
brain on the ball
title transparent
insomnia creates
another verse
and so it continues.. imagination
inspired though sleepless despair
bedside lamps beam gentle glow
ingenious words emerge and flow
finally...
morning light sets insomniacs free
another poem is shaped
fashioned—complete
elated euphoria
compulsive fixation
communicating
another verse
Copyright-- Kim van Breda
Its five in the morning, nervous, I give mom a call,
there is no time to waste, she says, "get on the ball".
In a hospital room, with a touch of her hand,
she whispers, "you can do this, to be a mother is grand."
One last push, and i behold her face,
so much beauty, i try to embrace.
Ten little fingers and ten little toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.
In a crowded auditorium, i'm gazing up at the stage,
they draw the curtains, a lovely ballerina, I quickly engage.
My eyes have never seen a more radiant sight,
than my own little girl, eloquently dancing with might.
In the hospital room I craddle a bundle of joy,
fives years later, the LORD gave me a boy.
Ten little fingers, and ten little toes.
I thank the good LORD, for his future he holds.
Sitting in the bleachers, as the scorching sun beats down,
wiping my forehead, i desperately look all around.
All the boys look the same with helments, and uniforms tight,
I spot my son's number, THATS MY BOY!, I recite.
In a cold sterile hospital room, I now sit by her side,
Mom you can do this, our baby will soon be a bride.
With a hint of a smile, and grace in her eyes,
I think she knew it was time for goodbyes.
Caressing her fingers and massaging her toes,
I thank the good LORD, for her future he holds.
With a red rose in my hand, a tear, and a smile,
the usher gallantly guides me down a flower filled aisle,
Today my sweet girl, becomes somebody's wife,
I pray for for their joy, and may love run a rife.
I stand at the curb as he gets on the bus,
holding back tears, i don't want to cause fuss.
I blow him a kiss, as the driver pulls away,
And into the armed forces, my son goes this day!
I enter the house, no children are home,
This must be it, empty nest syndrome!
I look to my husband for comfort this day,
bless his heart, he can't find words to convey.
I pick up the phone and hear my daughter cry, MOM!
He's coming too early, i fight to stay calm.
I pray; LORD, I want to be right by her side,
if that is not possible, get them through this, i cried.
Back at the hospital the most wonderful sight,
a dear little grandson, i cuddle real tight.
Holding on to my weary daughters hand,
I whisper, "my dear, TO BE A MOTHER IS GRAND!"
Written by Stacey Brown
Mothers Day 2018
I want to be a child again.
I want to skip down the glen, singing
Here We Go Gathering Nuts In May.
Holding Daddy's hand in mine.
I want to know I'm loved.
That someone is watching over me.
Bandaging cuts, kissing bruises better.
Making sure I have my tea.
I want to learn to swim again.
Ring A Ring A Rosie....we all fall down.
Until I learn to hold my breath.
Then doggie paddle...then float.
I'm free in the sea.
I want to play hide and seek.
Try not to giggle until I'm found.
To climb The Mount, then roll down.
To be back in school, with Miss Mc Cloon.
Learning my ABC's and Do Re Mee's.
I want mum to cuddle me.
Call me her "Wee Angel."
Dad to hoist me on his shoulders.
So I can see...360 degrees.
Wobbling on a grown up's bike.
Down the school lane.
Big brother Derek
holding on behind ,then
letting go....laughing,
as I glance behind....terrified.
If I could start again,
I would revel in it all.
Being grown up is no fun,
when little ones are getting tall.
and you are responsible for
keeping them on the ball.
I want to be a child again.
We can go for dinner and have a discussion,
a bit of mass debating when we're done masticating.
If you come and eject fluid situations,
give it hard with the exact impact you lay shown,
stand perfectly straight and strong when projecting,
you'll feel you can handle the hard times alone,
and spray the floor in awe and arouse.
Fire at will, keep comments coming,
come with them from different angles,
keep it coming together, back and forth,
give each other a hand to fluctuate a juicy content with flow,
always announce, "I'm gona command"
to one another before you fire away.
Start slow,
upping the beat and beating out the debate at a faster rate.
Go through the motions to get to fun fast pacing blast debating.
You will feel a great relief at the end of this intense group activity,
with powerful ejections, one or two oral pleasurers no doubt,
but mostly it's hands on,
so make sure your pen is in your hand,
your pen is out, and the pen is in the hands at all times.
If your pen is leaking in vain thus messy, we'll stop,
tissues are on tables, bins are behind you, clean up, put it in,
and when a new pen is handled in both hands,
showing you're ready, we'll whack on.
Keep your eye on the ball, good luck in this test to all,
give those judging the winner, a tough test to call,
because the headmasters mass debaters
go fast as a team mass debating.
Commit to the debate and show class of a master,
have a massive class debate.
Remember the pen is in your hand from start to finish,
don't lose grip, be on the ball,
enjoy your mass debating.
Work hard and mass debate as you play,
have fun.
Good luck.
Mass debate away.
The Seasonal family
of Mother Nature
and Father Time
When it comes to
a family reunion,
they are never far behind.
Winter, Spring, Summer
and Fall.
With her daughter
always on the ball.
Mother Nature’s
first born, Weather.
She is not as predictable
as we would like to think.
Weather may be
in the mood for
named hurricanes
or devastating tornadoes.
She'll place water spouts
over the ocean.
She may feel like a little
Wind, Rain, Sleet and Snow.
Weather has been known
to let a blizzard blow.
A drought in the desert
together goes well
with scorching heat,
and on some occasions
she has been known
to give us hail
in the middle of
a thunderstorm.
Just to let you know
Weather is always
on the go.
So boring were 1950's school reading primers --
See Dick. See Dick run. Run, Dick. Run, run, run.
See Jane. See Jane run. Run, Jane. Run, run, run. --
The status quo reigned. Schookids' futures' no fun
Then along came Dr. Suess' cat and changed all of that --
Sally and I and the fish jumped up and down on the ball
The cup and the plate, the spoon and the cake, all standing tall --
Who cares if later we watched all those cool things fall
By 1957, kids of all ages were moving and grooving a lot --
to Sam-I-am, Yertle the Turtle, and Marvin K. Mooney
the Vipper of Vipp and the Horton the Who driving us loony --
Poor timing, Sputnik 1: USA's finest now force-fed Science. O, ruined we!
Three things can fulfill your life
depending what's your real aim
not good to reach way too high
for you can't allow yourself to blame
Be good, there we shall start
to describe oneself as this good
is to be in a positive frame of mind
conveys this character be understood
Complications are not a good thing
keeping life simple is the game
being on the ball with a quick one-two
simply put brings you real fame
The loveliness of kindness is wordless
none can describe it as they should
to be kind is so lovely a character
brings a glow to be understood
These three lovely marks of a kind
wishing them for each human being
a lovely world that would bring
wish everyone would be always agreeing
(I've written this considering a philosophy of life.)
I worked towards this dream my whole lifetime
But it always seemed just out of my reach
The harder I tried to achieve it,
the further away it seemed to become
I was always told growing up
That I could be whatever I wanted to be
As long as I worked hard for it,
And kept my eye on the ball
No one tells you
No one prepares you for
what happens when you fail
The feeling of defeat, and loss.
That feeling of hopelessness
that seems to envelope you
Mind, body and soul.
I have fought so hard over the years
Tried and failed, just to pick myself up and try again.
Only to realize failure once more
How long do you ride this never ending Carousel?
constantly and consistently
Round and round,
only to end up in the same place you started.
Back to square one, over and over
When is enough, enough?
A day, a week, a month, a year?
When does one decide that
it is no longer feasible
To continue on this path?
To continue the ups and downs
on this roller-coaster of life?
You may even momentarily feel
that you actually are in control,
only to be holding on for dear life
within the next moment,
hoping and praying that you won’t
be ejected and thrown from
the false security of the car that is
barely being held upon the track.
One after the other,
time and time again
Failure after failure,
try after try
As I sit here once more,
after being thrown from
the proverbial horse
Trying to decide if
I should continue this
seemingly never-ending
spiral of failure.
I look back at all of
my attempts to succeed
that ended in failure
Never realizing the pattern
that was before me all along
I see those who have
supported me and had been
brought into my life at the
precise moment they were needed.
I see the places these attempts
took me and how each one
changed me in such a way that
I have become a better person
than I could’ve ever imagined.
I realize how each failure
caused me to become more
determined and more courageous
than I ever would have been
had I not experienced that failure.
So I guess it cannot be perceived
as a failure due to the good that
each experience has created.
I may not have reached
the goal that I have dreamed of
all of my life but what I got instead
is something greater,
something that goes beyond
all of my wildest dreams.
Won’t you stand with me for a little while?
I will walk a thousand miles to see you smile
Stand with me…
Stand with me, dear,
Stand with me if you want to
Stand with me,
Darling, stand with me and be you
Stand with me…
I thought all faith was lost and everything
Until I noticed I was found
Stand with me…
Our priceless love doesn’t cost anything
I am no longer gravity-bound
Stand with me…
Stand tall through it all
Stand with me…
Stray with me and free-fall
Stand with me…
Get on the ball and walk hope’s hall
Stand with me…
Don’t hit your fists against the wall
Be of good courage, my love
Treasure happiness from above
Stand with me…
We are spiraling and descending into nothingness
We are colliding and swirling into hopelessness
Stand with me…
But, don’t give up now
You got to win somehow
Stand with me…
Sometimes, we lose
But, that is all old news
Stand with me…
Be brave and take a bow
We are living in the now
We are rulers of our tranquil town
Mind-blown because we replaced our smiles with a negative frown
Don't give up
Just move forward
Stand with me...
Stand with me.....
I don't want to be on my own
I feel in distress when I'm alone
I'm by myself, wondering if you'll stand with me
Stay with me, stand by me, lean on me passionately
I may be slow
But I am on the ball
I just look first
For level ground
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I literally feel like I've lost it all
When I thought I was on the ball
I don't want to deal with anything at all
When I knew you were going to call
I don't want to spend my years alone
Without you by my side...on my own…
I will never fully recover the moment you left me in my lonesome tent
I will never fully remember the times we've squandered and spent
Believe in me and you'll clearly see
That happiness is meant to be...with me…
Relieve the sorrow of yesterday's dismay
Grieve not for me - no, oh no…not today
The shallow shadows consume me in the dead of night
The reflections in the water below us is shining bright
I apparently won everything somehow
But, yet I gained nothing - what now?
I’m cool, warmed up, loose. I’m gonna crack this ball straight down the fairway
all the way to the white post, clean and straight. Yeah.
I’m the king of the worm burners, oh, no, I’m the baddest Tiger of these
here woods. Ha ha, not bad, I launched that there rocket clean
into that oak, missed my forehead, missed my partner, never you mind.
I’m out on the fairway now.
I’m cool, warmed up, loose. Got my eye on the ball.
King of Zen. Just swing and … yeah. Okay.
I’m King of the beach blanket beee-ing go. Okayyy. No problem. Golf is about practice
and practice make perfect. Okay, closed my eyes there.
Splash? Splash it is.
Okay, I’m Chipping King, just smack that ball into that little ole hole.
God’s be with me. Whew.
I’m the man. Ain’t I the man? Blow me a-way!
It’s all won on the greens guys. Ain’t I the King? Didn’t I just chip right in? Ever see
anything like that before? MMMhmm. You on for five on the next hole?
I thought I would do a Rhyme in Rap.
Even though I find that kind of music Crap.
I am just a normal type of guy.
I wont forever ever lie.
Because that's not who I am.
I am a one woman man.
I have brown hair and deep blue eyes.
What you get with me is the beauty inside.
I wont hide my life from you I will tell only the truth.
I love all life all animals especially cats.
I don't go to a gym but I walk to stay healthy.
I may not be rich but in love I am wealthy.
What you see isn't what you get.
Because I am so much better than that.
I will rock your world because a boat is small..
While some may give you some?
I will always give you my all.
Life will be so much fun.
your back will never be against a wall.
For you my love I will always be on the ball.
You always take my breath away.
Make my heart pound faster.
Your the only one. I will always run after.
You are the goddess the queen of my life.
Maybe that's why so many men want you as a wife.
Your kisses are like heaven.
You are an angel without wings.
God made you to be all of the things.
That men want to cherish to honour to love.
The game was on, the ball preparing itself;
Meditation would help it to handle the force
Of the bat when it smacked.
Ball loved to fly, fast and furious, so a few bruises and minor pain, meant nothing to him.
Ball steeled himself as the pitch was thrown; what would the old bat do?
Ball flew as fast as he could…crack!
Bat hit his mark and ball sped on even faster
till he landed with a thud in a cushy leather bed but,
he wasn’t through yet.
Once again he was thrown;
time for revenge, he flew angrily on and
landed with an almost sickening thud.
Whompf! The crowd roared as he hit his target;
basking in the glory of cheers and applause.
He could hardly wait to fly again.