arrive
at five
oh my
bow tie
no jive
beehive
pink bows
white rose
slow dance
romance
can't miss
first kiss
embrace
first base
don't stop
doo-wop
sweet things
nothings
time flies
soft sighs
home plate
can't wait
you're out
don't pout
home late
first date
8th grade algebra class
Hyper chit chat from black-caped Louis
And his stringy long-haired buddy Richard
In the hallways before class they slap
The bare back necks of unsuspecting classmates
Stamping foreheads
Making the nuck nuck and whoop whoop of Larry Moe and Curly
That’s what they were re-enacting
With knees slipped under their tiny desks
As Mr. B has his back turned
Scratching formulas from his nails on the blackboard
When he pivots like a pitcher to boos
Lifts his toes to first base and baseball throws
The felt eraser full of all his mis-calculations
A lifetime of rage
Poof powder
Waffle imprint on Richard’s cheek
A cloud of chalk blonds his hair
Beards his performance grin
Richard has a look like when he’s seen his dad
Come home again and again and again
After happy hour
Leaps to his bedroom door
Holding the side of his face
“You can’t do that! You can’t do that!”
Out he disappears
Mr. B clasps his hands and fixes his face to his family
“Now for quiet.”
And we don’t dare say anything.
We all know Frilly Willy has a crush,
his face shows it with a big blush.
Red was painting his face,
hoping to get to first base.
With the man who drives the city bus.
Love and hate is like two trains heading in opposite directions.
It's a choice that you make with the miracle of freewill.
So I choose the train of thought of love.
And begin to question, how does one make love?
If one starts with kisses as the first base.
Would the process of applying lipstick be considered a kiss?
In that case my mouth would have missed the chance to be first.
What about eating a fruit of life with its sweet nectar?
In that case I would be last since mothers milk comes first.
If kisses produce love in my veins.
I would go for that over sour wine.
But what happens to love if it is over fermented?
Would I be overdosing on the bitter taste of medicines ?
You picked a fine time to leave me, Luis Gil,
with play-offs in progress, it’s quite a big deal.
I’m not keen on Slater -
a Bellinger-hater –
I need you on first base, to steal.
In ol’ Amarillo,
across from ‘My Pillow’,
in a Starbucks I put in my buds.
When Jake Tapper said it,
I checked it on Reddit:
needing comfort, I went for some suds.
But beer don’t cure hurtin’
- I’ve learned that for certain –
I ain’t found no substance that does.
And heading for glory
- they’ve got Trevor Story -
those Red Sox are laughin’ at us!
Finding your lost mittens in the school’s lost and found.
Playing with some puppies as they run and jump around.
Happiness on your first day at school in your new dress.
Your favorite swing when the bell rang for recess.
Thinking upon these things, a smile comes to your face.
When just before the ball got there, you reached first base.
Each one brought joy to your life, in its very own way.
Your experiences were exciting, each day.
It’s the life of a children engrossed in the folly,
Like the time you went downtown and rode the trolley.
Or sitting under a tree, your mind running free.
Thinking of places you’d go and all you would see.
You were always looking for a new place to go,
And every experience would help you to grow.
there is a young lass named Tracey
who always wears a solemn face
whenever asked why
she always replies
to keep the lusty lads from first base
Georgetown Highschool Fire Drill Today
On top--Georgetown's outdoor blackboards
Setup classmate's first-time meetup sort out
Schoolboys head out--henceforth buddy up one-on-one
Outside schoolyards baseball's first base
Schoolgirls show up--nearby football goalpost
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
My health and healing is my main concern,
All else is fairly addressed--and not key,
My patience requires my good return.
Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Glory be His name, as illness concedes,
Treatment and proper care will set me free.
An amicable life leads properly,
A blessed future will be my reward,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Well-kept focus, one mind, and one accord.
My faith is strong in Christ's saving Grace,
My good health is healing internally,
My health accompanies me to first base,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Goodbye old friend
You've been such a part of us all
Of every correct and incorrect call
A diamond for the girls
The boys made it to first base
Heroes were born here
Zeroes too
A place with many faces
The home of "The Brew Crew"
A Robin flew here
One ran like a Deer
Mollie, Rollie and Coop
All would cheer
Wallbangers and bombers
Dreams of the seams
Milwaukee, Wisconsin
In memories
You'll live in the hallows
Of a park with a dome
Remember you'll always have a plate
To call home
Fadoodling
Vo dee oh doe past first base
Ride the rail! Submarine race!
Rantum-scantum - all the way!
Fadoodling ~ Vo! Do!
Got tickets to the game tonight.
In Cardinal Red, it's pure delight.
With seats along the first base line,
It's sending chills down my spine.
Here he comes, Albert the Great!
His bat in hand, I just can't wait.
The crowd's electric, on their feet.
THE SWING! bat and ball did meet.
To Big Mac Land, it found it's place.
Around the bases he did race.
The team all waited at home plate.
Still his ego would not inflate.
One more record for the books.
All Redbird fans with joyful looks.
Go Crazy Folks! Jack would say.
It still rings true at Busch today.
When you fell to earth
did you bring death or life?
Were we first base or a rock too large to miss?
Dead planets are everywhere.
Fire and ice spin around
a deadly vortex
with nothing mild enough
to be just enough.
Did a dragons eye capture creation
a vision seen at its destruction?
If you killed the lumbering reptilians
who brought them forth?
Was it the fire and Ice?
Some say earth is much older than we think,
some say it is younger,
only a simple unicellular proto-being
of a simple-minded creator knew
but had no eyes to see.
There is no memory,
and if humanity is to be extinguished
by a loose space pebble
there will be no history either.
rivers flow
where water goes
stars abide
within our skies
birds fly
until wings go awry
dogs bark
at sounds in the dark
clouds form
before a storm
accidents can happen
when you play with dragons
hearts race
when they run to first base
those we trust
should not be the unjust
increasing fear
goes mouth to ear
self-deprecation
often causes vexation
very easy to deceive
when people want to believe
love blooms
creating new bridegrooms
enemy of the same
the process of change
random is
as randomness does
Spending a late autumn break
in the Scottish Borders countryside
though the climate then so cloudy
didn't deter as I got on my stride
Galashiels was our first base
staying at aq lovely accommodation
visited Sir Walter Scott's own home
stood in awe, such a poetic occasion
There was a wonderful tapestry
on display in Galashiels town
takes you through Scotland's history
such skill uplifts never to drown
We then moved on to Peebles Hydro
which eas a lovely hotel no doubt
with nice short walks way down
where River Tweed flows into town
The Scottish Borders are a treat
especially in autumn time of year
other highlights being Selkirk and Moffat
so many delights bring much cheer!
(Having spent a week in the Scottish Borders recently, just writing this piece about my experience of the highlights of this trip.)
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