My doctor warned me not to fall.
Should I give up on big league ball?
Fingertips etched and wrapped,
white knuckled, yet steadfast -
the journey never finished because
...there is no destination
except the next brick or perhaps
EGO?
What then, when there are no more
"electives"?
"Alexander wept, because there were
no more worlds to conquer".
So thus, the tendrils, naked and burdened,
circle back,
their vines and blossoms celebrated,
while the sacrificed - those who cling and die
go unnoticed...
Grand Puuuuba of the Wizards League
With his ebony cape, often did intrigue
He wore a charm that brought in good
Strange the cat was stiff like wood
He arched his back and felines sighed
Cross eyes for sure! A troll-monger cried.
I was terrified of the Grand Puuuuba
His ambiance was scary, his temper raw.
Other feline groupies followed him from town to town.
Many were easier than paper towels, one was a clown.
But Grand Puuuuba only had crossed eyes for me.
Halloween was the night for me to flee.
Covered deep in
Poison Ivy
A rash that spreads
and burns
Its toxic mass
left festering
With younger minds
to churn
What used to be
a noble cause
Malingers
in disease
Whose vines grow wild
to trap the dark …
That once were climbed
—to free
(The New Room: December, 2023)
Small stadium built in the late forties,
minor-league once, but has been left behind,
built with girders and backless, wooden seats,
a local relic of an older time.
The players look so young, barely can shave,
the pitching is rough and some balls are dropped,
a few have been drafted by big league names,
one has promise, at ninety-four was clocked.
Young kids run around, and between innings
some do wacky races upon the field,
but have fun even if they’re not ‘winning,’
and the high-fives from the players are real.
So far not a hit has yet cleared the wall,
but six bucks is still good for live baseball.
The patrons in the glory
with such nobel
esteem
gather as one
to form a great noble team
the make rules ofr the sports
the structures of the games
the dived to be officated
in these nobel bouts
The New Borough's
one team call's it self
the Other uses the Moniker
Of Madawaska to
decribe themselves
We together are holiest
no one is good
without us
each and every glory
Adhere to such beliefs
the patrons of our bouts
respect such belief's
the gather in spectacle
speak of who won
or beat
Ruh-Ruh the chants
the story the fans tell
oh ye oh nobel
patrons oh
then due tell
each challenge
and each obstacle
the officated game
cheerest the patron's
no one bout the same
oh ye that cheerest
oh ye that cheer
Saint Sabastian the Patron Saint of Wrestling
"bless ye in endurance"
the emblem on the trophy read.
class act
one hard to follow
more intriguing then
ah-bore
he thinks of all involved
when he performs
seen and unseen
his works are a class act
a showcase of talent
and sheer ability
it wouldn't suprise me if
millions of people would
support his effords of
acheiving his goals
the right guidance
and the right
people around him
will help him
in his success
his failures might
not be as long as his runs
if he's lucky
it wouldn't hurt to have the
right corner man
and the
right trainers
to keep him focused
and someone to
get him seen as
a contender
and maybe even a champion
His Cucoloris is made
from his own works
lets see what he can do with it
The Average Quarter's announce team queued in on
Champion Royal's debut! With B$ basso intro's
provided by IntroMedia
The Class Act in precision music!
A drowsiness that borders on fatigue:
some say I’m spending too much time at sea.
My boat’s a rail and seat and little more;
nineteen inch stick and web strap for an oar.
Engaging workout always buoy me;
I might as well get in another league!
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A Scupham stanza: 6 lines, isosyllabic, abccba rhyme scheme
Junior league
Army fatique
Build a store
Go to war
Make a collection
Get an infection
Put on airs
In cross hairs
Safe and sound
Boots on the ground
Price some clothes
Urine glows
Comfort zone
Combat zone
Get a bank loan
Airplane flown
Junior League
Army fatigue
Build a store
Go to war
Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Peter went to an Ivy League school
Now he writes on walls in latin so cool
Pete gets an A+
Not causing no fuss
No fuss no cussing just writing jewels
Clandestine meetings behind
closed doors
A Super League discussed
Not for the love of the game
Or even consultation taking the supporters or fan's or even
the actual player's views into consideration
As to the foreign overseas owners
what to them they purchased
was merely seemed just another
business acquisition
A Russian Oligarch , Arab Sheikh ,
American between the lot could
not get or figure out
That football though to you
may be nothing more than
a business acquisition
But to the fan's and the supporters
of that club
Is to them being bought their
first kit going to their first match
The connection between them
and their Dad
There town be that city
The colours of their chosen team
Their identity
As football to some is
Not a matter of life or death
It's far more important
Sprig of a League Full of Intrigue
Had appeared a sprig
Of its own being in league
full of frantic intrigue
Jim Horn
Where grown men and women, play to lose.
And worse, a globalist planet to light their fuse?
Where a vaccine will bring their freedoms back?
All day listening to the lying narrative of TV hacks.
Lies do not any great leader make!
74 million Americans robbed, by judges and those on the take.
There ain't no free anything, it's bait, you see?
You've traded your democracy in, to be a Commie country!
12-21-2020
A RECIPE FOR FUN
Author: Dennis Howe
February 2001
Take ten
seasoned ball players and throw
in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
Put the mix on a dirt field in the shape of a diamond
and add some green salad grass for color. To this, add
another ten seasoned ball players with a large pinch of leather
and aluminum. Raise the heat slowly to about 80 degrees, with a
few clouds for partial shade. No mud. Slight breeze, but no wind.
Add two pitchers of medium grit. Marinade some team spirit and
sportsmanship. Dice some Twinkies, sunflower seeds and chewing
gum. Sprinkle with water and soda pop to taste. With a yellow ball,
at game time, stir all these ingredients together with grounders,
foul balls, fly balls, base hits and home runs, and garnish with a
strike-out or two. Do not add sliding. Sugar, sweat, and verbal
spices can be chopped in at this point. Scoring is to taste and
recorded for future reference. Pour these flavored items
in to a large softball bowl, and then separate into
individual servings on Saturdays at Jaycee Park.
Finish with a handshake, pat on the
back, and a hearty..............
"see ya next week".
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