MUDDLING THROUGH
It seems i'm in a quandary of a most perplexing sort.
I'm second guessing my enrire life without a firm retort.
I went fishing and I asked the fishermen, "What was his best way?"
"How about a tip or two," I never thought to ask the prey.
When I joined the football team I listened to my coach.
His game plans were solid, they gave a logical approach.
When I had a job to do, the tech manual was required.
If I'd asked what the airplane thought, I'm sure I'd soon be fired.
We take a different tact when love and romance are the aim.
We listen to the the other team, as if they'd throw the game.
We work to be the best we can to date a better class.
We listen to what the others say, and it bites us in the ass.
Now I'm even more confused, and I know not what to do.
I'll be myself, hope for the best, and somehow muddle through.
Little trinket gather on her nightstand.
Each holding powerful memories.
The cowbell decorated with colors,
from her once so dear football team.
It's always been louder than others,
showing through with a prideful beam.
The hand painted rock,
with the sun and white fluffed clouds,
serves as a key to a lock,
to a time her voice was outspoken and loud.
The blue rubber duck,
a dear friend gifted.
It reminds her of her luck,
because she couldn't have had a friend more fitted.
The small rubber bracelet, that a group had
made. She wishes to see them again.
The small doll with a big heart,
a pass love had given her.
She apologizes every night.
she holds these memories close,
For they are so dear to her heart.
She dreams with them near,
and she has no fears.
Read a book once
Folded the corners
To mark my progress.
It was sort of a
Wagon train read
Long, torturous,
A seemingly endless quest
For an unknown destination
Pictured only in the minds
Of others
Who
Sadly
Were only aggrandizing
What they were told.
The book I read
Had been chosen for me
By a deranged
English teacher/football coach
Before the era of the
Concussion Protocol.
The Book Report I wrote
Received an “A”
I believe because
I trashed the book
Question why it was assigned
As it was a tedious read
Containing statistical
As well as anecdotal
Documentation
Of its unreadability
Or more likely because
He was hung over
After the football team
Beat our traditional rival.
Hear Harry’s hysterical, startling scream.
Little spooky spiders made him run to the extreme.
It wasn’t a fairytale fantasy dream;
the cobwebs created a crazy football team.
Mother thought she’d heard their scary scheme,
so she planned to question the Queen.
I thought they were merely mean,
moving to our happy home, creating a scary scene.
I made a few mistakes or a dozen.
I didn't know 'bout birds and bees buzzin'.
Son, please listen to me.
It's the principle, see?
Forget the football team and my cousin.
there will be no Halloween this year as the pumpkins are...ORANGE...
Orange Marmalade is being taken off the shelves lest it lead to conflict in the checkout lines
Syracuse will not longer refer to their football team as the "Orangemen"
Orange NEHI will be banned, all references to it will be removed from literary history
Orange County will be re-named
Poets aren't concerned because it doesn't rhyme with anything
Hugged her from behind
She wore red lipstick number 9
Or was it plum?
I don’t know anymore
But I know her eyes
She was someone
So much better than me
I followed her everywhere
But her friends hated me
She told me to crash the slumber party
I held her hand under the sheets
The next day
She kissed my boyfriend
She told my secrets
She ate my brownie in the cafeteria
She told the school I was ugly
But I loved her
Cause she always spoke to me
Spit on me
Laughed at me
I brushed her hair
While she flirted with the football team
I carried her books
While she walked ahead of me
I drove her when she didn’t want to walk
I listened when she talked
I did her homework
Like she ordered me to do
I overheard her friends tell her to lure me in
But I went to the woods anyways that day
I wasn’t surprised when they jumped me
You stood there with your perfect hair
Drawing symbols on my face
They tied me to a tree
Laughing
They took turns stabbing
But you cut my hair
You took off my ring
You took my money
You snapped your purse
They chanted and screamed
They threw a burning flame
I watched you put on my ring
“Bye Becca”
Wow, you knew my name.
margin drops--
boxes of gifts pageantry
evening dawns nighty
drive on interstate
walking crossed some streets
telescopic lenses…
video lens trying see
stars in the skies
midnight dance prom
high school brawl
football team wins
game on
finished 1st place
weekend lounge
automobile accident crashes
smash
10/6/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. & Michael Block 2023©
The woeful Chicago Bears football team
Hibernated in caves this June to dream
Of winning their first game
But they exited tame ~
Green Bay Packers turned them into whipped cream
The grass is greener where you water it
By Michelle Morris
13/03/2022
The grass is greener where you water it
That's where it will keep on growing
It always seems so obvious
That we assume this sense of knowing
But often we forget
That the simplest actions count
By taking one step each day
We can move forward in our lives
The grass is greener where you water it
It's greener 'cos you did the work
You paid attention and made an effort
Put actions to your thoughts
So, don't be looking
So far to the other side
Thinking it'll be so much better
If you aren't prepared to pay the price
The grass is greener where you water it
Consistent action every day
It's lush and bright, and beautiful
Because you gave it your best play
Make the time and effort
Give it everything you've got
And one day you'll look back
And appreciate your growth
© Michelle Morris, 2022
"The grass is greener where you water it."
~ Aaron Rodgers, the quarterback of the Green Bay Packers football team. Quoted in a motivational communication from Reid Tracy at Hay House.
A short stout figure in the forward line of attack,
controlled with skill the darting ball on the green turf.
With the magnetic pair of magical legs like a wizard,
spearheaded the attacking formation across the field.
The opponent defenders had to invent new strategies
to foil his rhythmic moves with the ball toward goalpost,
he could make lyrical way outwitting all their attempts
to see the ball like lightning hit the net behind the bars.
The shining star of his country’s illustrious football team,
he led from the front to win many major tournaments.
A legend in his life time, he was the pride of Argentina,
the creator of poetry in motion, he was Maradona.
_______________
January 3, 2023
Contest : Poetry In Motion
Spinsored by : Matt Caliri
A brawly guy
A woman sighs
He gives a wink
It makes you think
He goes to the gym
At sports he'll always win
He often dates
And never waits
He goes online
Occasionally has wine
He's captain of the football team
The fans in the stand often scream
Admired by many
Offers are plenty
Valuable football team
elegant style, fruitful of result
with qualified administration
so a successful GROUP !
Beautiful San Francisco
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That beautiful city,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”
Those lovely trolley cars,
Make it so unique,
Nob Hill, a street we all know,
Fisherman’s Wharf, an interesting
Array of shops,
That famous Golden Gate Bridge,
My Dad told us he sailed by it
On his way to Korea,
During the Korean War,
My whole family got to see
San Francisco,
For my Dad, it was special,
Home to the 49ers football team,
Beautiful San Francisco,
In Northern California,
By the Bay,
There it is,
That Beautiful City,
It’s the city Tony Bennett
Sings of
“I Left My Heart in San Francisco”.
Celine Rose Mariotti
Ten days afloat in a very small boat
Since watching their aeroplane sink
When one of them died the rest took a vote
There was nothing to eat or to drink
One said we should eat him to keep us alive
There should be sufficient to fill us
If some bits are poison we may not survive
How do we know which bits won’t kill us
Harry said frankly I haven’t a clue
Perhaps this will do for a start
The town of my birth hints at what I should do
It’s Hertford so I’ll eat his heart
Len said there’s logic in your line of reason
So maybe I’ll sample a sliver
My home football team won the trophy this season
It’s Liverpool, I’ll eat his liver
What about you Tom, you look a bit sick
And Tom said I know that you’re mocking
I don’t like your system so how can I pick
When I live in a village called Cocking
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[Cocking is a village near Chichester, England]
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