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'Tis said that baseball is as American as turkey and punkin pie.
There's nothin' more excitin' than a triple play or a 'homer' on the fly!
Though somewhat distractin' from the game that I am diagnosin',
Are the peculiar mannerisms of the players that I find so engrossin'!
Some hand signals by the manager seem to be downright rude!
When he's nose-to-nose with the ump tryin' to stir up a feud,
He jaws and kicks the turf and dust all about the umpire's shins.
The ump poses with folded arms and just stands there and grins!
A matter that in some quarters is considered a lack of cultivation,
Is the players' chawin' bubble gum creatin' cascades of expectoration!
Spit is liberally used on the players' gloves, bats and hands.
For what purpose I reckon only a seasoned player understands!
The pitcher goes through strange gyrations as he settles on the mound.
He scratches here and there, adjusts his cap and gazes all around,
Then, communicates with the catcher with a subtle nod of his pate,
After they both concur on what tricky ball to deliver o'er the plate!
Before the batter steps up, he adjusts his gloves (into which he spits),
Fiddles with his helmet and bat, all, I suppose to garner better hits.
Maybe bubble gum and spit are necessary for the game - what do I know.
One thing is for sure - those fellers sure do put on a fantastic show!
And you dressed it up in extra distress...you masked me with happiness, but behind it, I felt lost and felt less like a human...a total mess...
Your ways tainted me like the ink of a tattoo under my shedding skin.
You left me to be for awhile in loneliness
You drugged me up with lies and fantasies from deep within...yet, I'd like to thank you for helping me out through thick and thin
But, baby, I won't be buying into your product of pleasure...to be honest, it was a waste of time and downright worthless...
(let's end it here)
All I can do is cherish our time for at the time it was to me priceless.
Nightmares perch in my brain like owls ooh ohh
The
fire within you
devours my hopeful
aspirations…I shiver
with freezing
hopelessness
Give me your heart
and let me fill it
with affectionate
bliss for eternity
Countless déjà vus
unleashes in my
brain
Don’t hang up the
phone – hang out
with me; don’t leave
me hanging in
downright distress
Why do you try to be
bring me down and
lift me up again?
We’re two peas in a
pod…we both yearn
for God’s healing
rain
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
making me taste
unfortunate appeal
and despair that's
beyond real - but
it's no big deal
*chorus*
Biting my fingers,
leaving scars of
shame…feeling this
shame without a
name…you hunt me
down like game…I
caught the cold in
my brokenhearted
soul of steel and
stone
I can’t be close to
you…you were the
ghosts of my past…I
loved you the most,
but I learned to
find the light at
the end of tunnel
I know…I can’t stand
living a life
without you by my
side…I live half a
life…you make me
feel whole again –
you’re my other half
and I feel empty
without your
touch…your warm
hands locking with
my own
Who’s waiting at my
front door – two
uninvited strangers
– Regret and
Remorse… I was lost,
but now I’m found –
I crumble
I crumble into sand
– I was once a
strong-willed,
unbreakable rock…but
now Tragedy has
proven me wrong all
the way
Don’t let the words
slip out of your
mouth and let there
be light! Envy
becomes serpentine
in my lost soul,
going out of control
– it’s tearing my
heart apart and it’s
too hard to
comprehend or bear
*chorus*
I hate to say this,
but from the bottom
of my heart, I knew
you were hiding
something from me –
maybe it’s not meant
to be revealed
today…tomorrow, I’m
expecting to have a
word with you if you
would humanely obey
and cooperate with
me without picking a
fight – ruining my
self-esteem
Two sources of light and life still abide.
Know that our God holds the Sun in the sky -
downright dependable, dazzling and dry.
Yet Sun's light at times, the clouds seem to hide,
Two sources of light and life still agree
deceit and denial draw down in part
curtains to cover the Son's place in my heart.
The Son's light is veiled by clouds formed in me.
Two sources of light and life still attest
to power from God, when doubts dim the spark.
His Son's light shines fast dispelling the dark,
Discipline is done, dominion addressed.
Two sources of light and life still alight
on doldrums of dread, dismay and disease.
It is God who holds on when the mind's light
says goodbye and awareness takes its ease.
22 Jan 2015
I can only conclude,
That you are suffering from temporary blindness ,
And that you will recover your eyesight,
Before you find yourself alone for real and for keeps.
I pray every day that the recovery will give you,
Insight into the fact,
That others are close by,
With the same needs as you,
The same headaches as you,
The same excuses as you,
And who need help just as much as you,
But still manage to recognise that there are others in the same boat,
And are frantically manning the pumps,
To keep us all afloat.
Not blindly rushing about,
Unaware of the damage they are doing,
To structural integrity,
Or the potential cost in time, money, and lives,
Their blindness can cause.
Looking forward to a time when you,
See us,
The way we see you,
As the alternative,
Is downright heart-breaking.
Flicker of ancient shadows playing with fire.
Crackle of light, fine spirited wind and chimes.
Infant’s lullaby, before the sea aspire.
Unfurling leaves, hunter green, sonorous climb.
Twinkling of eyes, brightening of poet’s inspire.
Christmas bow unwrapped, labyrinthine daytimes.
Wonder of a storm, rocking and rolling force.
A stupendous show, tree splits, a ship off course.
Peaks and valleys alight with touch, candlelight.
Flicker and sizzle, creaking, crashing of bed.
Crisscrossing to transcend remarkable height.
She whispers a moan; romantic fire, widespread.
Trunk bends, ceiling fan blowing a clash downright.
They’re like thunder and lightning. Oh what a night!
A storm, like a firepit, is stoked; flames are high.
All at once, all is calm. Cloud's singular sigh.
You sit and think of what could be
but not with any sense of glee.
The future looks all dull and dark
so, before long you lose life’s spark.
Soon stinking thinking starts to stress
and heavy feelings start to press.
Your mind becomes a muddled mess
and mental zest gets less and less.
You cannot sleep, you lie and weep
as self-pity over you sweep.
The mirror tells a terror tale
of pallid face and figure frail.
If this is you, then turn the tide,
Tis past the time to bide and hide.
Cry out for help, the silence end
seek out those who can help you mend.
The things you fear may never come
so, worrying is downright dumb.
It paralyzes, makes you numb,
it saps your strength and leaves you glum.
Your thoughts tremendous power hold
To scare you stiff or make you bold.
Don’t ever let your thoughts run wild,
but train them as a little child.
Don’t waste your watts with worrying
it drains and leaves you wearying.
Tend to thoughts that lift you up
and good outcomes will fill your cup.
Written By: D. Collins 1/13/24
There is this woman who often calls me father.
She is all that! And, an OG Daddy-Daughter.
As I am, she's not as agile as she used to be.
But, still in all, she's downright, dirty family.
Sometimes we have to reach back and give them props.
Show some love and honor in just being their Pops.
She used to be my Li'L Girl, but she ain't no more.
She's doing and thinking what ya'll ain't ready for.
A Spoogie is just a mixture of sugar and spice.
If you stir it like Gumbo, it always turns out nice.
I'm just showing some love for a beautiful, black woman.
Just like Angela Davis, no one ever sees you coming.
I suppose the prez is proud of his mealy-mouthed spokesman Carney.
('Carnies' are carnival touts famous for spewing a heap of blarney!)
I think I'm quite well-versed and understand the English language well
But when I hear his party-line spin on things, I get perturbed as hell!
Carney keeps spouting "No worries! Obamacare will not change a thing!"
That's lingo I comprehend, but, alas, that to which many gullible patsies cling!
Not surprising, it turns out to be piffle, fiddle-faddle and downright balderdash!
Alas, many folks are seeing sticker shock and their insurance coverage crash!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
This load is getting old,
I'm about to explode,
Erode into the landscape,
Escaping the feeling of being,
Seeing all that needs to be done,
Just to be able to have fun,
Conditioned by everyone around,
I learned not to make a sound,
I found other means to advance,
A profound experience,
Bound my existence,
Building resistance,
Each instance less significant,
Downright different,
Imprinting new perspectives,
Being selective of my choice,
Raising my inner voice,
Hoisting self esteem,
Confidence Gleaming,
As I'm streaming thoughts,
I fought hard to get here,
Bought into a lie for years,
Tears fill my eyes,
As I realize,
I orchestrated my own demise,
My prize hidden by a load I carry,
It's very hard to release,
I use to feel mostly grief,
Now I'm changing my belief.