when you do your best
to make me address
the reasons for my stress
and refuse to let me digress,
from the reality
that I am too blessed
to be emotionally distressed.
when you do your best
to be my strength
in those times of my duress
when you go to great lengths
to remind me not to forget
that when life throws me
a curve ball not to fret
be sure this too shall pass
it's simply another one
of life's tests.
when you do your best
and invest
time and energy
to more or less
give me a release
from feelings of unhappiness
by giving me words of
encouragement to digest.
when you do your best
to resurrect my happiness
it's easy to understand
why I LOVE YOU to death
because you are always there
to help me address
the foundation of my stress
and make me comprehend
God said
I'm too blessed to be stressed.
Just wanted to let you know
I appreciate you.
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I met with Mr. Eastwood for the first time with both of us, and I know he's savvy about people's character.
I would rate Clint as, par for the course as Pebble Beach is noted for, in due part to Bing Crosby's efforts, whereto the family carried the banner until AT&T, went the distance.
Clint was good, but he had an Ace, plain Joe-Clint ... had plain-Jane, along with her many SF Bay Airian invitees--zich hile, Mata Hari.
Where's William, Clint asks? (abrupts Derek's notable timing) Oh, you met William, he's like that pineapple they've invented across the bay.
It's not called that, besides, I heard you got fired. Reprimanded Jayney. William doesn't fire, yeah a reprimand would be in order, a character like you. Well, it wasn't him, it was Mr Lars. I knew it, William never fired anybody.
I agree Jane. Mr. Eastwood, William has a way of teaching somebody like throwing a curve ball. What do you mean by that, curve ball?
Well, he talked about the last hockey game's final scoring played out, while teaching me how to change the ink in our large front office machine--the hockey game lost to the copier.
Smile for the camera
You are about to take the picture
Which one?
The outstanding one
So I decided to smile,
This is just an eye opener
Open those eyes
This is just a curve ball
Bend with it
This is just a one way path
Formulate those sequences
You are about to finish that sentence,
Smile for the audiences
You are about to show them
What?
The truth
So I decided to acknowledge myself.
I'm mad as hell
I thought I had it in the bag
But this leftie groundswell
Throws in an unexpected snag.
The Media blab my name
Gorges on the outcome
They shout it's me you have to blame
To the beat of their usual drum.
DeSantis isn't helping
The guy needs worship at my shrine
I'm the one who did the selling
Kudos for his win should be all mine.
As to my wife her instincts proved so wrong
Dr Oz was clearly not a match
For a muddled guy who simply came on strong
And that unexpected win did snatch.
Another curve ball in my life
I'm sick and tired of all this tripe
While I'm great at handling strife
I so detest such lousy hype.
Still today's another day
My foes should know me well by now
I'd suggest they start to pray
As through their fields of hope I'll plow.
Run I will and watch me swing
I'm a winner through and through
My bark and bite will sorely sting
And if all fails, I'll simply sue.
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~
In life, we must protect ourselves
From harm, disease and pain,
With seat belts, sunblock, bug spray
And umbrellas for the rain.
Alarms give peace of mind in case
Some burglars are about
And wearing masks convinces us
The virus is kept out.
In many sports a helmet
Is required to be worn
And knee or elbow pads make sure
No ligaments are torn.
We pay insurance premiums
To head off a disaster
And save up for the future
Which, these days, keeps coming faster.
We plan and try to be prepared
For all we can expect,
But life may toss a curve ball
Against which we can’t protect.
the random residue of sunken shadows
retrieves an image of the light gone by
an effigy ashen faced and smouldering
glows tenderly upon the silhouette of time
yet another curve ball of molten assertion
distorts impressions on the transient mold
pinnacles opine to differ from ground zero
tapestries’ memories fragment figments
of imagination attempt to reassemble
the waning half-moon of false composure
serrated edges compress to bursting point
the vigil at closed gates of no return
defended by cross bows skulls targets
missed opportunities and flightless arrows
in anticipation of another haunted day
when sleep refrains from comfort
night stallions call for spurs and whip
a rodeo of mental injuries displays
with comfortless numbed precipitation
the viscous sweat of solutions out of reign
yet she gathers remnants of an outline
a contour of sanity clothed in disguise
puts another log on her ice-cold fire
sheds a frozen tear on course to exposition
grasps a tinder olive branch of feeble hope
decides to die at last and wishes to forget
01st August 2021
The silence is piercing, terrorism is imminent
Like waiting on the plate for the ball to be pitched
No idea of direction, speed or strength
On guard I wait, to cover my base
The curve ball from left is what to expect
The attack so severe, the defence so weak
Moments of fear, destruction and toture
My tears are a weapon
Strike one. I'm down nowhere to run
Face onslaught of what's about to take place
Strike two. I beg, yet on my knees
Time ticking by with anticipation high
Strike three. I'm out it's time to go
Strike me one, I chose pain
Strike me twice, I chose to save face
Strike me three times, I chose to walk on the path of safety
With chains and road blocks, it doesn't matter anymore
Atleast I ran with my half face
Strike me. Never again
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A cold crisp ten dollar bill was in play,
the teen’s responsibility today.
The thwart of a snowball fight.
Her father’s wages took flight.
With life’s curve ball, food money’s thrown away.
10/10/2020
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Each night the dream is the same, just the actors change. Sometimes in the middle of the scene. I yell cut but the only thing stopped is my part in this nocturnal show.
Tonight it seems the script is changed but an all star cast runs the stage. My only job is to play audience throw the roses shout "bravo!" Standing ovation, we know how it goes. But as I go to throw sweet smelling appreciation, the ending has changed this kiss between lovers has been changed to a kiss between romantic interest and rival for everything our hero wishes to be. Woah, woah, woah I cry, they can't hear me. The kiss is too passionate to let sounds penetrate its imaginary walls. Where's our hero? Where's the star of the show? He's out back smoking and weary of doing the same performance night in night out. It was his idea, all of this was his doing and his actions have caused this uncomfortable and unwanted ending. I stand in the rows of seats, bouquet waiting to be thrown, to shower the new happy couple with petals and fill their own world in a shade of beautiful red. I drop the flowers on the floor, I walk out the door. I wake up... tonight I just know the dream will be the same again.
A curve ball on laced marijuana
Asked mushroom clouds for instant Nirvana
Fainted in magic pursuit
Grew quite square straight on the root
Came down from constellation Tucana
30th August 2020
Tucana is a large faint constellation in the southern
hemisphere containing most of the Small Magellanic Cloud
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I speak jabberwocky for fun,
on occasion making up a silly word,
something strange and never heard .
A way to step into a make-believe world,
keeping secret codes within my mind,
they are a challenge to look up and find.
Throwing a curve ball to all readers
as Lewis Carroll wrote in his poem,
words covered with meaningless foam.
A spray of mysticism and delight,
paving the way to an unreal world
where language is tossed and sworld.
Sometimes spontaneity is the best,
For your entree into a particular quest
Too much thinking holds you back,
So does confidence if it is lacked
Is it fear that overrides a yes,
Or that we won’t do our best
So often the delay,
Is procrastination in a way
Not wanting to decide,
So the decision we set aside
Until later,
Or never
So instead consider to try,
By not asking why
Leave you inhibitions where they stand,
And proceed without a plan
The endorphin rush of letting go,
For there is no harm you know
Acting on a whim,
It’s good for her or him
Expanding ones comfort zone,
To have a curve ball thrown
At us to see,
Something not as we perceived
So challenge yourself to take a step,
Without expectation or regrets
For a spontaneous decision,
Will change your vision.
You are the Captain of your own destiny, so steer it well
You can achieve once you believe
The only person who has the keys to your future is you,
So be wise and walk towards the window of great opportunities.
Sweet words are like honey to the soul so distribute it freely
Life may throw you a curve ball once in awhile
Don't be afraid to catch one for every bad experience there is a lesson to be learn't.
Sleep is like medicine to the brain, it was created to revitalize you
Be confident and strong, stand firm and avoid all types of wrong
Climb every step of life with faith in knowing that through Jesus all things are possible.
God what a mess,
My head is spinning,
Each day more stress,
Am I still winning?
Wall street crashing,
The economy near stall,
The media’s constant bashing,
Pelosi’s new curve ball.
My plans are now in tatters,
Forestalled at every turn,
To do what really matters
Is all I truly yearn.
I’m gearing for a fight
The like they’ve never seen,
I use my mouth to bite
And care little if I’m mean.
I’ll tear each one to shreds,
Flail them side to side,
Get well into their heads,
Give them quite a ride.
Clearly they don’t know
The grief they have in store,
They’ll reap what they now sow,
It’s nothing short of war.
Like Bombers flying high
Releasing their payload,
Shells falling from the sky,
I’ll give them what they’re owed.
Cross me once
And risk my wrath,
Yours the choice
To take that path.
Cross me twice
And stay awake,
You’ve cast your dice,
What a mistake.
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