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It sure took me a while to get the hang of that bat.
The grip just wasn’t right.
With a friends’ help, I swung and hit;
probably, hundreds of times.
In the end, I felt that I could,
smack a mountain and send it sailing for yards,
with that bat.
Softball was a blast, when I was a teen;
Every swing of that bat; every ball that I smacked;
swelled my chest with pride.
A dusty slide into home base;
Jettisoned me into ego-space;
oh, it took awhile to come back down to earth.
There were, cheers from the bleachers
and the smell of popcorn,
hot dogs and soda pop permeated the air,
like a winter fog.
Perhaps it was those succulent scents, more than the cheers, that kept us winning.
Okay God You proved Your point
I am going to tell you now
That I am writing about the things I learned
about dealing with You
You like to do the opposite
Anytime I said I was going to do something
You did everything in Your power to make sure
it does not happen
Fine
Anytime I am haughty you bring me down to earth
That is just fine and dandy
Anytime I was so sure of something
You made sure that I am not so sure
That is just great
Anytime I am counting on something
You made sure that it falls apart
from under me
Well God You can do it all
Why don't You?
I am not going to count on
think of, believe in anything
Because there is nothing to believe
You have it
It's all Yours
And when You are ready
You can hand it to me
Whenever
I am going to play
I am not going to waste my time
So much bull s anyway
I am going
My mother is everthing to me and more
she would do anything for anyone
my mother is everything , i love her to the core
She is down to earth, she likes a laugh and crack
funny witty generous and keeps me on track
caring isn`t the word that i would chose to describe
it`s a unique gift she`s got,that i cannot prescribe
I just hope if i reach 73, i have half of her ways
`cos i would be a happy man and on my feet i`d stay
she`s active independant and even drives a car
i don`t know a woman that can span that far.
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Locating door D-75
Of a large colony on a drive,
At last close, ah D-74!
I must be right at destiny’s door.
But the next turns out B-68!!
What, lost at the very Pearly Gate?
So I felt midway through my poem—
Roots in air, hangs down to earth tree’s stem!
Old wisdom, the time turns when adverse,
I recalled oft-quoted holy verse
From Bhagavad-Gita’s holiest text
Talking of Tree of Life, but what next?
At wits’ end and left with not a clue,
You hope some divine help might rescue.
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Tongue-in-cheek sonnet |09.02.2022|
Poet’s note: a sonnet of sort set in anapaest meter.
Those city's snowfalls in January
come down to earth surprisingly...
to induce an ideal stillness,and make
with an impressive effect,
lovely sceneries to be instilled
inside the inquisitive and perceptive mind!
Fluffy and swirling snowflakes
give glitter and beauty
to lifeless and drooping trees
sheltering the holly's shrubs,
which are fearful of showing entirely
their frozen berries;
and who isn't happier than
a fumbling mockingbird...
vanquishing danger
and not being heard?
Hill tops are swarmed by teens
so confident and daring...
while sliding downhill
on snowboards delirously
and whenever they come to a stop:
they are shouts and cheers
so encouragingly;
imagine life without them:
neither joy or event
will be rembered by us,
who cherished the thrill
of those days when we laughed a lot!
The tallest pine trees,ever to grow,
attract birds needing shelter and more...
and to hear and see swift blue-jays humming
their harmonious and cheerful notes,
while fleeing brench to brench,
is so inspiring and heart-warming...
not ever lamenting winter's pinch,
rather celebrating life with gladness!
Those city's snowfalls in January
are unique,pretty and breatless
as we draw ourselves closer to Nature...
when tranquillity is there to conquer us;
and we lose ourselves into it with ardor...
to amend our neligence and feel serenity!
How can so many sweet people gather
In only one place at one time
What is it that draws them, money or fame
It's the friendships they all find
They're the nicest down to earth happy souls
Nothing but love in their hearts
So proud to be friends with these gentle folks
My days start to shine from the start
Surely owe it to all you P-Soup people
We chat almost every single day
Friends I've become with such gentle souls
You chase all the dark skies away
Without the Soup my days would be lost
In a sea of nothingness thoughts
About ugly stuff happening round the world
You keep my mood up on top
Thank you dear friends from deep in my soul
You give my life real meaning
First thing in the morning till late at night
The reason my face is beaming
I heard once of a story
They say, heaven has become hell
And all the beautiful angels fell
Down to Earth, with their broken wings
Now only a shell of what they used to be
But we humans were not meant to see
The heavenly until our souls flew free
Damned be those weak bodies we are in
I was never made to breathe
The breath that comes through her soft lips
Never to kiss, those heavenly white cheeks
That ignited to a hint of red, every time our eyes met
I was never meant to hold her gentle figure
In an embrace, for she was my souls mirror
Those rivers that flow on my face
Were lost in an empty race with the rhythm in my chest
That played a calm melody, until it had to depart
I saw an angel, she stole my heart
She made my life worth living, and her leaving made it hard
We weren’t meant to love one another, so she left me scarred
I am just another lonely man, lost in misery
Now heartless stuck in history
Writing these words of love, to the woman that dove me in misery
Royalty is not honesty
Your royal majesty
Then you think you
Are above and better
Cos they praise You
In front of you
You believe you've arrived
When you flash around
Those cash on the social media
Feeling like a god with matterial
Production that could fade away
So quick to vanity
We have seen alot like you brother
We know how badly so many ended up
So sit up and be wise cos
Royalty is not honesty
Royalty is not honesty
Mr supper star
Please calmdown
We have seen alot of your kinds
Displaying immorality is not new
In the media no more
So why do you want to kill
Your soul to what you can't afford
Why do you want to die young
Yes I know they told you
That the world Is yours
I knew they promise you heaven
On earth
No wonder you buried all your shames
And live in shadows
Pretending like a god
Yet down to earth like a serpent
You are hurt you are sad
Yet to the world you are a supper star
Everyone take a photo of you
But no one could take the photo
Of your dark heart
Cos you smile all the time
Despite you know very well
You are dying each time pass
The night is down on you
Cos truly now you understand that their
Royalty is not honesty
So jubilant they are, so divinely they sing...
they have gathered around their earthly King;
we can hear the cow and the donkey breathing,
their breath will keep Mary's beautiful baby warm without shivering;
come to the manger, see the glorious King wrapped in plain clothing!
His place of birth should have been Heaven,
nearer His father who for Mankind's sake
sent Him down to earth to redeem all from sin;
huddled shepherds on the hill are fully awake
they partake in the glory that the Heavens have revealed,
and taking that bright road, they sing and praise their Lord.
Many dark towns they go through, but the big star,
won't reach Bethlehem yet; right behind three weary kings
on draped camels slowly follow, they came very far
to visit the divine child who has no riches but humble things.
How happy they are to have found Him soundly asleep
and kneeling they offer Him the most precious gifts!
The bearded shepherd has brought a bleating sheep,
the little boy a wooden toy and the wool weaver soft quilts.
No cold sky was ever filled with deep silence and rare splendor,
gaze far, it has more stars for us to adore through the chilliest air;
no hymns ever sung are more joyful, such calmness they stir!
Yes, the glory that the Heavens have revealed has the finest décor!
Written on 12/ 26/ 2016
Broken mirrors litter my path
And out of the cracks seeps my blood
Soaking in puddles of my tears
And twisted tendrils slither out
Reaching towards a tormented sky
Where I lay on the puffiest cloud
My face is gaunt and a sickly white
I lost my identity
Finding only distorted representations
In what others thought of me
For years I grew like a balloon
Without even realizing
And now the tendrils grab me
Bringing me back down to Earth
And the struggle is so real
Most days I feel empty inside
And I've got nobody in which to confide
So I cry myself to sleep
Hoping if I lose the weight
I'll accept myself
But it's never been that simple
Because of my lazy eye
So I shatter mirrors
Splitting my knuckles open
I'm dead inside
Wondering if I ever felt alive
And now I've lost my comfort foods
So there's no distraction from the agony
I'm lost inside my thoughts
Possibly a prisoner
All I wanted was to feel beautiful
But these shattered mirrors paint a different picture
If only one could see into my soul
Maybe they'd find something beautiful
Maybe a man worthy of love and adulation
So I fight hunger and depression
Just to find a fraction of that inner beauty
So I can plaster it over my outer ugly
It's all I have to live for
Even if I'll never be perfect
I'm losing the fat