Long Ball Poems
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bouncing to be held
fury tiny ball of fur
screeching in yelps
how can one so tiny
explode into a mountain of joy
tail wagging as fast as the humming bird flies
hurt expression of worry in tiny dot eyes
wanting only to be held and lick my face
and dance dance around and round all over the place
silly little black dog
silly little black dog
jumps ten feet high
jumps so high you swear he flies
when you hold this tiny ticking bomb
your hug soothes him into calm
its hard to believe when we first met
he ran away afraid and unkept
but one day he sniffed my hand
and somehow we both understand
the dog picked me to be his man
and i accept him is my true little friend
He walks in the court like he is one of a kind,
Is he someone different of a human mankind?
He is smart, cozy but a little bit naughty.
He is newly stud guy who seem to be so catchy.
He got those things that every girl wants,
They can’t just see it because he’s playing too nuts.
If he only knew that he has that crazy good thing,
Girls and he will be all so ready to sing.
I remember how he plays piano,
He sang sweetly in microphone solo.
I remember how he let that ball game ended.
He made the one last go shot tremendously bended.
He is never uncool in all sorts of situation,
He hangs up with gals and guys with same range of action.
That guy has no idea how much he has in his life,
That so called X Factor and guts is so close to his great life
Form:
Upon his favored pillow, curled up tight
he sleeps through happy hours without a stir,
tail wrapped around and paws tucked out of sight,
beneath his purring ball of gray-striped fur.
Awake, he fills my hours with happiness—
he pats my cheek with his soft gentle paw
when closely held and purrs with my caress,
while loving gold-green eyes leave me in awe.
Outside, when called, he runs into my arms;
more like a pup, he shows deep loyalty.
My Charlie, so endowed with loving charms…
a special, blessed creature sent to me.
Such tender love for him I feel inside.
His love for me can never be denied.
Sandra M. Haight
~3rd Place~
Contest: Pets
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Judged 11/29/2014
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: Furry Friend
Sponsor: Royal T.
Judged: 05/06/2016
Sun is seen a flaming ball in the sky,
Darting down pointed spears of smarting beams.
Horrid heat waves, from the smoked earth, rise high.
For drops of water, the thirsty earth screams.
The waterlogged piece of land has gone dry.
The soil is arid and left cracked and parched.
Drying crops have made farmers sadly sigh.
The once lush green meadows are lying scorched.
Sun's heat, like a spiteful scorpion’s sting,
Burns, damaging the flesh and the bared skin.
The fiery tongues of humid summer fling,
Licking up the last residue of green.
The dry leaves under the feet whine and moan
Etna seethes, birds and beasts, for water groan!
(Written to the rhythm of "The Things that I Love", if you want to sing along!)
Eating black licorice and cake with thick frosting!
Not doing so many things too exhausting.
Trying out ice creams in flavors galore!
I’m always doing the things I adore.
Viewing good dramas that make my heart flutter.
Watching those movies with popcorn and butter.
Finding myself in a huge discount store!
I’m always doing the things I adore.
When it’s Christmas or my birthday,
That’s the best of all!
I always feel happy and now you know why:
Because I think life’s a ball!
Petting a kitty, curled up warm and cozy.
Doing my e-mails or writing a poesy.
Wave-running, sunbathing, down by a shore.
I’m always doing the things I adore.
Seeing God’s wonders - like sunsets and flowers.
Looking at paintings or reading for hours.
Dancing and laughing, and oh, so much more. . .
I’m always doing the things I adore!
When it’s Christmas or my birthday,
That’s the best of all.
I always feel happy and now you know why:
Because I think life’s a ball. Yes, life is just a ball!
For the Happy Days Poetry Contest of Nayda Ivette Negron
Hark! The birds are driving me crazy
so lazy, to get up and fly with them
whirling my lasso finger ‘round
their wings, pulling them into my heart
a dart straight through, you never know when
hits you between the eyes, spirals spin
heartbroken; and the birds are driving me wild
winsome and carefree in the sunny breeze
whilst i soak in my pity, my heart squeezed
not my fault
not my plunge
that old feeling
of responsibility
it lingers
i’m in its clutches
it’s eating me for lunch
it’s for the birds
their leftover crumbs
tweeting, “remember this feeling…”
i want to speedily run, rolled into a ball
like a bug, hide in a dark corner
it’s fun, to be on the web
the birdsong sweetly, softly, gently
stays, it stays, never rushing off
like falling leaves
it is not my rule
but i’m on the staff paper
the notes squeezing
not pleasing
i must pray
and hope
that it doesn’t all fall
apart
the birds have stopped
morning’s over
morning glory
in
surrender
I watched my son at his soccer game
Run away from the soccer ball;
I watched my son strike out four times
In his game of Little League baseball;
I watched my son at his football game
Sitting still on the end of the bench;
I watched my son dribble the ball off his foot
Helping the other team, the game to clench.
I watched my son at the holiday chorus
Never move his lips when the class did sing;
I watched my son at the school assembly
Not get an award for anything;
I watched my son at the science fair
Display a project that came out wrong;
I watched my son at his piano recital
Play a totally unrecognizable song.
I wake up every morning and thank the Lord
For making me such a proud Pop;
That boy of mine, wouldn’t you know,
Is a regular chip off the old man’s block.
Blue laugher dancing across her face
saving her from embarrassing grace.
Another night in Jack’s Corner Bar
leaving her torturous thoughts afar.
Dirty dancing a nightly affair
concealing truths in neon glare.
Cheap, gaudy jewels sparkling in glow
disguising secrets no one must know.
Angel caught in inelegant fall
once the virtuous belle of the ball.
A dark heart deceived her naiveté.
She fights to keep the demons at bay.
Another round with a double back
barely takes off the chill of attack.
Blue laughter returns to empty eyes,
cloaking sadness in a veiled disguise.
Loud tunes, cheap liquor, thrills on the floor.
Meaningful conversation a bore.
Her dreams for the future tossed aside.
No husband, children, never a bride.
“Bartender, another. Make it two!”
Easy to forget with mind askew.
Nights full of nothing and nevermore.
Relationships harder than before.
More common these nights she spends alone.
Not the sweet belle as she was once known.
Alone and lonely in her despair.
Options were few when emotions lay bare.
Blue laughter faded and disappeared.
Her heart dead, her reputation smeared.
A future uncertain with lost hope.
She was failure, not ready to cope.
Music thumping through her throbbing head
replaying the hurtful words he’d said.
She deserves better than she will get.
Nothing left in her glass but regret.
Let us sit and talk about all the injustices of the world
And how it affects us, and every young boy and girl.
We have created a world of insecurities and doubts.
Is this what life is all about?
The education is failing them, but not so much from the school
But because we have changed all the rules.
We have created an “I don’t give a damn “attitude
For all the young to see, this includes wars, slavery, and poverty.
How can they grow? When they’re surrounded by all of this!
Isn’t there something that we missed?
Is it the fact that we are supposed to set the example?
Of what is right and wrong, and make this world for them
“Just “and “strong “.
People have left their homelands to come here for a better life
Now they have to think twice!
We are creating the same things they tried to escape from!
What has this country become?
Government buildings are shutting down
And on the “Obama care “republicans frown.
The only solution that I can see is have the children run the countries.
Most children don’t know about bigotry and hate
Let’s keep their minds fresh before it’s too late.
They must not be exposed to the evils of the land
And shown the brotherhood of love that they understand.
Children will bicker and argue like all of us do
But they don’t hold a grudge and follow thru.
They may not know about finances and the bottom line
But they’ll learn it, given time.
They do know how to BARTER and it is
So much easier and not that much harder.
They say: I have a yo-yo and you have a top
Let’s exchange it and call it “even Stevens “or
“I HAVE A BALL AND YOU HAVE A BAT “
Let’s go to the park and play.
HOW ABOUT THAT!
They may have the answers to the problems that we seek
Cause as we get older, our minds get weak
We just see things in black and white, while they
See things that they know are right.
I am a cat, at home I’m Ollie
But fellow cats know real name
“Intrepid Vic”, I dig that, golly
Grey tiger, finest at his game
I am the boss around here
Them humans lacking any wit
In house of mine they live, oh dear
We take up space in even split
They’re sort of fun to be around
I’m free to roam, eat and sleep
They give me hugs, but I may frown
No mucho fondling or I leap!
There’s plenty do around the castle
Lick milk, meow and preen myself
To tug on curtain’s bushy tassel
And jump to kitchens’ highest shelf
To scratch the pole, chase own tail
Lay on keyboard when daddy writes
And have a drink without fail
I love the dripping faucet pipes
This cat hates bathing with a passion
The tongue is all you need, capeeche?
A counter walk is still in fashion
As diet of livers and the fish
Be engine to the cat-drawn carriage
Kids want to have for their doll
I play good sport, so I can manage
Paw dinner meat and have a ball!
To walk around, rubbing lightly
Against the people and the turfs
Affection? Nay, we rather rightly
Stake claim to lands, you naive serfs
The backyard run is fun and game
Chase birds and squirrels sans result
Stop screaming your approval, dame
I brought you mouse, not insult!
The fight with neighbors’ cat is tricky
We hate each other, what a schmuck
And stray feline escapes the quickie
Love interest gone, I’m out of luck
Then watch TV about tabbies
High time to purr enjoying snack
Dive into fishbowl acting grabby
Ascend the tree for doggie pack
Kids drive me crazy with a laser
I drive them nuts by hiding mum
Love being family’s hell-raiser
At times I’m meek but never dumb
A blade of grass to treat a sickness
Do know exactly what I need
And have that fur to show for slickness
“Meow the kitties!” is my creed
To plan a day some quiet time
I need in total solitude
Slink into curve ball for bedtime
Wake humans early for my food
This life’s intense and full of peril
And so much fun, it’s cats’ delight
Plans for tomorrow? They are feral
I have to sleep on them tonight
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