It can even be misconstrued as ... A.I.
Mayhaps 'Creation', hm ... read it again.
I know Adam was chosen to lead off in that direction and all those after him--and nobody said stop, not even after the planet Mars, a name attributed a deity.
Jerusalem grant stemmed
Bethlehem be condemned
What kind of God He is
having no teachers His
hm?
The shores of Galilee
sea Peter faith fell he
Galilee be Dead Sea
Peter sunk not to be
A Calvinist earn claim
Horeb like Sinai same
Divergence flanks said he
East West faces they'd be
Eden's Garden not His
we post-label purpose
God name no Earth places
Termed from human races
A GREATER LOVE
A greater love, a holy kiss,
one like the lyrics:
i feel the earth move under my feet
i feel the sky come tumbling down, tumbling down****
the Spirit of God, his breath —
knocks you to your knees.
there is no greater thing than this.
anguished hands bleed
in torturous black and blues,
never expectant of good news.
faith parts hands, rises them like balloons,
takes the lead off our muddy boots.
we are free to seek, free to move
and praise takes us higher and higher.
heavy-hearted Peter, denied Jesus three times
and three times “no greater friend than this”
asks Peter, “Do you love me?”
we so want to know we’re loved.
agape-love, a higher love —
a holy kiss.
Baseball and beer and a beautiful woman
Baseball and beer
and a beautiful woman
Tonight, such a
wonderful date
Two teams are playing,
while one love we're sharing,
who cares who is up
at the plate
Her team gets a hit
and I can't help but smile,
seeing the look
on her face
The batter starts running,
he hopes for a single
while I begin rounding
first base
Holding her tight,
as we kiss between pitches,
keeping an eye
on the score
I slide into second,
my heart quickly beating
here with the one
I adore
"Stee-rike, you're out!"
I can hear the ump yelling,
the shortstop just went
down in three
I pull her in close
all the while I am thinking,
I'm glad he's not
yelling at me
Now to third base,
oh her skin soft and tender,
the infield, the lights
up above
I can see home,
as I lead off a little,
then dart in a sprint
to her love
Crossing home plate
is a magical feeling,
breathless the two
of us cheer
A beautiful woman,
an evening of baseball,
and let's not forget
about beer
** Note: The Astros won the game**
For the National Pastime poetry contest
Sponsored by: Phillip Garcia
RICKEY HENDERSON
IS ELITE
HE DID IT ALL
ON HIS OWN TWO FEET
RICKEY'S WELL KNOWN
FOR STOLEN BASES
LEAD OFF HOMERS
AGAINST THE ACES
SILVER SLUGGER
GOLDEN GLOVE
A TALENTED ATHLETE
AND CUT ABOVE
HE HOLDS THE RECORD
FOR STOLEN BASES
ACCOMPLISHED THIS FEAT
BY VISITING PLACES
3,000 HITS
AMONG NINE DIFFERENT TEAMS
TIME RUNS PAST
OR SO IT SEEMS
RICKEY'S THE BEST
THAT'S WHAT RICKEY WOULD SAY
AS LONG AS HE DOESN'T
HAVE TO FACE RYAN TODAY
ON SECOND THOUGHT
RICKEY LOVES THE THRILL
IF HE STRIKES RICKEY OUT
RICKEY LIVES UP TO THE BILL
AUGUST, 89
ON THE 22ND DAY
RICKEY BECAME RYAN'S
5,000TH K
TO QUOTE THE ALL STAR
AND SERIES MVP
"HE GAVE ME NO CHANCE"
"HE JUST BLEW IT BY ME"
MY HEART HAS BEEN BROKEN, SHATTERED LIKE GLASS
MY SOUL HAS BEEN MISS GUIDED LEAD OFF ITS PATH
EACH NEW LESSON BECOMES HARDER TO LEARN
LOVE IS A FLAME OF FIRE, STAND TOO CLOSE, AND YOU'LL GET BURNED
THE DOORS THAT FREE ME EMOTIONALLY THEY REMAIN CLOSE
YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE GARDEN OF THE WILTED ROSE
EACH PETAL IS A MEMORY SLOWLY FADING TO BLACK
THE PAIN CONSTANTLY REMINDS ME WHERE YOU'RE AT
JUST A THOUGHT OF YOU WAGES A WAR IN MY MIND
HEARTACHE HAS BEEN AMONG US SINCE THE DAWN OF TIME!
Lost in haze,floating in endless absence of body.
Awaken in direct sight of pearl white gates.
Lead off to visions of my mothers' face.
She calls''Reach for me baby.''
Longing for her hand,my stance of no control slips.
I fall into darkness.
Lifting up in bed,I shiver cold from sweat.
If not real?My tears would not exist.
The Stream Of Consciousness Contest.....
sponsored by...Debbi Guzzi
written by..Kacey Greenlee
kaceymike29
The stance of the batter
the pitcher like a hungry hawk eying it's prey
keenly with roving eyes checking those on base
the sun beats down,smells and sounds fill the air
the pitcher begins to prepare
he doesn't seem to notice
the sizable lead off the player on first has taken
some root for the coming instance
some try to warn of the impending danger
wait
the wind up begins
the player on first has already said his farewell
the moment seems to pause
so many eyes focused
the pitcher turns to react
the player slides
we all anticipate different scenarios
my friend,my friend
what a game
Words are always flowing through my mind like a poison
Down my spine
You slip your hand
Purely physical
Then in my brain
Your touch
Gives me shivers
Something you can’t touch
I’m pretty much untouchable
Subliminal
not imminent
limited to touch
I hate you so much
bastard draggin me down
But only so far
Do I fall
Till I rise up again
Stronger than before
Words flowin thro me
Like a potion meant for motion
Can’t stop the movin
Once things get groovin
And we get lovin
Gotta keep on
goin
The untouchable won’t go to waste
What the eyes can see
Glory comes of these things
You’re afraid to be weaker
But that’s what you are
So I guess you’re just afraid
No one can lead off my path
I’m too strong for you to slave me
Slave me in your mind
You’ll never have me for real.
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