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One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.
It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like
Then it was my turn:
“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”
That threw her for a loop.
There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.
Can’t blame me.
Grandma is as proud as she can be!
Her Eddie~growing tall as his backyard tree.
He dons his classic St. Mary’s uniform.
Not wearing a freaky shirt with a unicorn!
Chemistry, world history and religion, too.
He is not learning trash from a WOKE school!
A multi-cultural school, he does attend!
To honor God, no flakey, government nonsense, on their knees to bend.
You are the sex you were born, twas God’s intention.
WOKE nonsense here, no, sorry, given no attention!
Nana sings and shouts:Alleluia!!
No CRT to ruin you!
Hurrah to his parents, to see he is learning in a safe, sane place.
He is a scholar, baseball player and to his family, no disgrace.
Only fifteen and grand six feet tall!
And be careful on the field, of his curve ball!
To me he is the future of this country, that is now confused and lost.
He has vision, principles that will make America great again, no matter
the cost!
You amazing boy, studying the Bible each day, I know with children like
you,
America will be safe, not become another lost Communist zoo!
Love you, Nana ***
8/9/2022
~2~
In a public washroom, can Kings ever be DEthroned?
When a cowboy moves to the city, is he DEranged?
Do photographers wishes sometimes DEvelop?
Are former famous models ever DEposed?
When a ship leave for the Caribbean, is it DEported?
Do lawyers sometimes sit on Defence?
When a man gets ready for bed, does he DEbrief?
If they drain the waterway around a castle, is it DEmoted?
When a male is castrated, is he DEmand?
When a scholar is sent back, is he DEgraded?
Can a lady of the streets ever be DElayed?
Do certain shampoos help you DEflect?
When a doctor withdraws a needle, is the patient DEjected?
Can a person survive without DEliver?
If you tear up an agreement, do you DEsign?
Can baseball player ever DEposition?
Ever seen a dog chasing DEtail?
If you lose your extra tire, do you DEspair?
Do manicurists sometimes DEfile
When a downpour stops, does it DEluge?
When a student leaves school, does he DEclassify?
Can someone's old clothing DEfray?
Does a coffin always contain a DElivered?
Can a movie star ever be DEfamed?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Form:
On April 26, 1992 a baby boy was born to parents that did not want him. The parents chose to not abort, instead of terminating his life in the womb, they gave him up for adoption. Adopted he was loved and had wonderful parents that cared and nurtured him through his upbringing. Because two wonderful human beings cared for this young man, he grew up to be a role model for other Kids, in a generation where Heroes are needed to be looked up to, in a dark world that we are living in today. This young man did not succumb to drugs, crime, or hate. He stood out like a beacon of light and hope for those less fortunate in those evil environments. He was an overcomer to say the least. The one in a million Lottery ticket winner, if you will. Sadly he could have been an aborted statistic but God had other plans for this young man. At 30 years old he was 6ft 7 inches tall, 282 lbs. He beat the world record for homeruns in a single season without using drugs, or steroids, he accomplished this with hard work and training, and dedication. He is on par to win one of Baseball's greatest Honors, the Triple Crown. He could be the greatest player to play baseball of all time, but more importantly the life he has led, overshadows his abilities as a baseball player. He is what Heroes are made of. It all started with a Couple's love to adopt. Yes, my friends, the Hero I am referring to is America's greatest baseball player Aaron Judge. The story doesn't end there. For there are Five Heroes here. They are the original parents that chose to spare his life and give him up for adoption. They are Patty and Wayne Judge who opened their homes and hearts to raise a lovely son for the world to appreciate and love. Aaron leads by example. In all of the darkness in this world, God gave us a Light to see and appreciate through Aaron Judge...
Michael Tor
Inspired by Don Baron's article.
Dedicated to all baseball fans,
Yankee fans, and my brother
Gus for his love of Baseball.
Lovely game : Baseball.
I'm not a baseball player -
But Indian game,
most similar to baseball
is named as Gilly - Danda.
The traditional
ancient bat- ball game :
Coordination
focussing to concentrate
hand-eye simultaneous .
Gilly-Danda : Nice !
Cricket -Baseball in fusion.
Played in my childhood -
Most favourite game of mine :
Got interested in Baseball.
Now I'm regular
watcher of the game Baseball
to enjoy in full.
I'm not at all sports- woman.
I never ventured to play.
A man with love… is a happy man to think of
But
A man with no woman to rely on
Is a man so lonely so dead and gone
A man with room and broad… is a shut in opened man turn cold
But
A man with no home to call his own
Is a man with few clothes poorly with no money and depends on loans
A man with friends is a lonely shatter man
But
A man with no enemies is one who runs from Freddy, Dick and Dan
Is just a man trapped behind two pool balls queue sticks and…
A man with no smile… is a man without laughter
But
A man with no face to express himself
Is a man who will be exposed to bedevilment
Think about it
Don’t just try to do without it
Just try to remember that
Without no smile it’s like a baseball player without his bat, glove and ball
A man with no smile
Is like a poorly ragged fatherless child
9/11/70
Written words by James Edward Lee © 1970
From Miss Bernice Godowski Creative Writing Class
North High School
Original written under the name of AKA"pen name"),pseudonym Michael Block
Sweet Heaven!
My weakness
is falling for
women with long hair.
Sweet Heaven!
My playboy's ways charm
them more than that handsome
baseball player
who's handsome
and winks without restraint.
My weakness spoils taste,
not its flavor, this fame
of an incredible lover
it's due to an irresistible need
to conquer and deceive, indeed;
I break naive and weak hearts,
I don't apologize to anyone.
it's the ego of the cruelest man
with the intention to win;
it's the habit of repentless trolls!
I shuffle cards
and watch players
with restless eyes
and restless fingers
they are learning to play
Game Queen:
a nightmare never seen;
they look around with dismay.
My weakness
is not falling for the woman
at the round table,
but to win and be their idol!
*NOTE: (Her name is actually pronounced Jo-anne)
My Aunt Joan, with dark sparkling eyes, was my FUN aunt!
The baby girl of her family (my mother was the eldest),
Joan and her husband Clifford lived in a small town 25 miles away.
I loved going there, especially being dropped off for a week in summer!
Aunt Joan’s husband Cliff was a teaser; I loved to see him
playing with Joan as they acted like flirty teens.
This I never saw between my own mother and my stepdad.
Joan would pile me and my sisters into her car
and take us to the grocery store for barbecue items and goodies -
the kinds of foods my mom would rarely buy for us.
Kraft macaroni and cheese she would fix for us– my favorite.
At night we horsed around, ate popcorn and saw movies.
I recall we even had a pillow fight one night!
Joan’s young son Chris played catch with me, and Uncle Cliff,
an amateur league baseball player, took us to see pro games.
Aunt Joan’s family moved out of state, so I hadn’t seen her -
not even at family reunions - since I left home too, nearly 50 years ago!
She’d got very sick after Cliff died, and she passed away this last May.
I pray she is reunited with dear Cliff. God bless my lovely Aunt Joan.
June 30, 2020 for Regina Riddle's In Loving Memory Poetry Contest
IN LOVING MEMORY of JOAN (Owens) Wolford 11/3/1939 to 5/13/2020
A tall baseball player with a bat, he knocks it clear
out of the park!
Whilst other boys sit so comfortably at their home,
he is a Varsity player, under bright lights, in the dark!
So goal-driven, a handsome senior, with his own car,
how responsible is he!
With a room full of trophies and shiny, ebullient, joy
filled, team memories.
I know all the practice times and games that brought
you such baseball success here.
Both losses and wins, now bring his parents, myself
And friends to their feet and loudly cheer!
You are a picture of a compassionate heart. brimming
with joy and fiery determination.
For in our family, quitters and excuses, just don’t
cut it, in this American nation!
Your parents, get much credit for sending you to a
private school, where you learned God’s laws.
To add to your busy schedule,you study the Bible
on your own, this puts me a state of awe!
Patriotism runs in our family with passion, and you
look forward to the November election and voting!
You have wanted to vote since age ten…a red, white
and blue heart….most worthy of notiing.
Our lovely town, just won’t be the same next year,
without your laughter, goodness, and bright smiles in it.
But dearest Grandson, God bless you, in your academic studies.
in college next year, I just know, you’ll be a scholarly hit!
I am so glad, that God in his goodness, gave you to our family,
and He will guard you in all your winsome ways.
Spread your goodness and happiness wherever you may go, as
we llght colorful candles with joy~ and no delay.
Happy Birthday, Grandson
A dedication to my beloved grandson.
Tall, witty, well-educated and then some!
9/1/2024
hey pete
by Michael R. Burch
hey pete,
it's baseball season
and the sun ascends the sky,
encouraging a schoolboy's dreams
of winter whizzing by;
go out, go out and catch it,
put it in a jar,
set it on a shelf
and then you'll be a Superstar.
When I was a boy, Pete Rose was my favorite baseball player; this poem is not a slam at him, but rather an ironic jab at the term "superstar." Keywords/Tags: Baseball, Season, Boy, Schoolboy, Schoolchild, Student, Scholar, Winter, Spring, Sun, Catch, Star, Superstar, Jar, Pete Rose, Reds, Cincinnati, Big Red Machine, America, Fantasy, Humor, Hyperbole, Irony, Sports
Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch
I married someone else’s fantasy;
she admired me despite my mutilations.
I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine.
I hid my face and changed its connotations.
And in the dark I danced—slight, Chaplinesque—
a metaphor myself. How could they know,
the undiscerning ones, that in the glow
of spotlights, sometimes love becomes burlesque?
Disfigured to my soul, I could not lose
or choose or name myself; I came to be
another of life’s odd dichotomies,
like Dickey’s Sheep Boy, Pan, or David Cruse:
as pale, as enigmatic. White, or black?
My color was a song, a changing track.