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Premium Member Inky-Dinkys

Inky Dinkys

Here in our family – our own vocabulary
Skizzors cut fabric – lettucini in our salads;
Flutterbies in the garden – burple for purple;
Empires on first base – the Umpire strikes back;
Alfanso Bedoya – no stickin’ badgers;
Brepfast in the morning – linner for brunch;
Jimmy blue jeans in denim – round John the virgin;
Ba-cops for dinner – don’t tell the lambies;
Grasses for glasses – born in my mother’s ami;
Compartment apartments – what could be truer;
Fork chops for dinner – headlights for bugs!
Seeing my attle – with a little switch cheese;
Two-fers see the dentists – mouse-t… on hot dogs;
Frog thick as fog – a Nole for Noel;
Ergick for Eric – Sam-a-lama for Sam;
In our remembery
An expotiton to Pineapple Lake
To ski in Swoon valley
Or surf on Mt. Rabbits;
Don’t turn on the blinklers cause I hate to get wet;
For my appletite as I tuck my snooba-does in bed
I think I'll grab the last middleman cookie
Then throw out the trash into the Oscar Can;
Now it’s a co-ink-ca-dink we understand  
But my confuser – so baffled and slightly annored,
Just can't comprehend my mercy bo-ku
As it red lines each line of this crazy whimsy
And after this verse it needs a "stay-cation!"

Really, these crazy words have been coined, and used, in my family!


Premium Member Standing Tall

Salamander
Eating samples
of steak
Standing tall
While the owl on the branches chewing grapes
coffee mongrel shopping pit bull
dancing straight
Standing tall

Always wondered whose on first base
television my religion
has nothing to do with your hate
must be plastic because you're so dramatic
I can't relate
Standing tall

something bothering you
your chewing on your shoe
if you were an animal I would be you
Standing tall
even handed thrown baseballs
writing novels, spitting anvils at the walls
who an I to alter
Standing tall
Salamander
writing novels, spitting marbles in the hall
no encouragement just resentment
after all
standing tall

still coffee mongrels, shopping pit-bulls
dancing straight, still can't relate
all you wanna be is great
Mutual of Omaha, Woodman Tower, 30 Rockerfellow, Eiffel Tower
mirrors on the floors and walls...still
Standing Tall

03/05/15
written by James Edward Lee Sr.

Premium Member Spiritual Baseball

If I were to venture a sports analogy,
I'd say life most resembles baseball spiritually.
We spend eons preparing in the dugout,
Then nervously strut out to take our time at bat.

The rival coach directing our adversaries
Is the Father Of Lies and man's false philosophies.
His goal is to prevent us from reaching home plate safely.
His team's minions outnumber us near-infinitely.

The rival pitcher has icy practiced steel-like nerves,
And he's struck out many with foul spitballs and curves.
He pitches things like sloth, envy, greed, media idolatry,
Addictions, “Pro Choice”, perversions, **** and other immorality.

Our beloved Coach whispers to us from the dugout.
HE famously scored grand slams when HE went to bat.
If we listen to Our Coach, and with spirit swing fast and hard,
We'll knock those pitcher’s balls clean out of the yard.

HE knows we won’t always hit solid homers,
So HE doesn’t expect us to succeed just as loners.
We might on our swing just make it to first base,
But the team batters behind us can help us reach home base.

Even though the adversary’s minions outnumber us,
Only our choices will allow them to defeat us.
So with our Coach and team we must stand up,
When the Great Umpire of all calls “Batter Up!”.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Brothers

I awoke to a memory that asked to be felt through the emotions of 
An early rising seeing boys playing in the park without wondering
                  about the meaning of life because at that time life had no 
 meaning only to be lived and enjoyed in the moment
                   And I wondered
Was it better then as a tear climbed downward on the lines carved deeply in a 
face that had
          Seen so much and loved so fervently
                                 Those days when a sandlot became an arena and the ringing 
of laughter echoed
Through a neighborhood
Where there were skinned knees and sprained ankles but hearts were left
        Unharmed and the gladiators had not seen 13 yet
While skirts were still a reason for giggling and it was more important to reach 
first base from the hot corner than it was
                To acknowledge her smile because 
We were warriors with a common bond
                                                BROTHERS

Peanuts

my bowling
ball needs
to be buffed
i need to get
a strike

my baseball
needs spit
to throw a
three thrown
strike

you're
out in one
game but
in in another
so lets take a look

at our ball
games so
we properly
can keep
score

though we've
already mentioned
the ball of base
lets take another
look

first base
second base
and a home run
have always held
the ball in a sexual way

so now say
basketball where
it's sounding good
that i'm dribbling but
it's bad to double dribble

and scoring can
be a net or a hoop
even one or another
a rim shot but a dunk 
sinks the sunk deeper

then there's
football already
off to a great start
if you adore feet and
some terms seem to keep

the sport
agreeable
with a touch
down sounding
so soft and cuddly

and
instead
of inches they
talk in measurements
of yards while everyone 
seems to be going for the

goal 
line which
sounds fine but
lets look at another
that the world has now

embrassed
soccer which
sounds great from
the start just being named
suggestively that i simply can

and should
sock her hum
lets delve deeper
terminology tells all
so in soccer we must

get a goal
by which the
ball is moved by
a player's head or
by kicking with feet

sounds
rather bdsm
but then mine are
not them my eggs love
to slowly be licked to score
Form:


Signs

Walking onto the ball field and taking first base
As to my son I yield as short stop would be his place
Needing something to draw the base that wasn't there
In order to catch the ball and in keeping things fair

And as soon as I look down there it would lay
Laying in dirt so brown as spirit works in a different way
A pen knife of blue that I knew my father had sent
I already knew this was true and knew exactly what it meant

But as I look at the other side seeing what the name said
My eyes opened wide and wonder danced in my head
Angel was clearly written as like a giant tear in my eye
Yea and I was really smitten but didn't have time to cry

As soon my son would cry out that he wanted to trade places
Oh there should never be a doubt as to our own many graces
But in trading places before I can even turn around
A decade rosary in all it's graces is the first thing that I found 

Coincidence is what some say as many still don't believe
But with that rosary I pray for it is for those that I grieve 
I'm sure Angel was there with his very Catholic friend
But I'm also sure God used the pair in accomplishing this end
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member We Will Tell Each Other Everything

We Will Tell Each Other Everything
*
We will not keep anything from each other
We will not have secrets
We will not lie to each other
We want our friendship to take flight
and soar like an Eagle
*
Hey girl
What boy
Wanna go to the big cities
Ye...aah boy
Wanna go with me girl
Of course silly boy
Cool girl
Hey boy we will go to museums see musical shows
And walk in the park
Yea I'm with you girl
And ball games too boy
Cool girl I'm in the stands with you
*
We will not be afraid to ask questions of each other
We can talk about anything
The sky's the limit 
We will have a friendship that is 
Keen and heartfelt
*
Hey girl
What boy
I can run the bases faster than you girl
Of course boy you got longer legs
You can start at first base girl
Okay boy now my legs are a little longer...go
*
Wherever we go
We will take photos 
The photos will help us
When we travel Memory Lane
*
Let's climb that tree boy
I'm with you girl
I have a bird's eye view boy
Birds have the life girl
*
Hey boy I like to go high on the swings
I'm with ya girl
Hey girl I'm leaning back and looking up
Cool boy I'll do the same
*
We understand the fear and dread
When our world is empty of compassion and love 
With every fiber of our being
We want to help others 
*
Hey boy you can't keep me up here forever
Oh no girl and what are you going to do about it
Spit I will spit on you boy
Hey girl seesaws are supposed to be fun
*
Our spirited conversations 
Will follow college lectures on literature
An admired Directors new film
Attending the new play in town
* 
Hey boy do you want me to 
Buy you an ice cream soda
Girl is Babe Ruth the greatest
That is a yes boy
*
At the end of the day we are in each other's arms
We yearn to hold on forever and never let go
We will sit and talk about the Cosmos
And making the world a better place
*
Boy you are blowing into the straw
I like making bubbles girl
You are crazy boy
Crazy about you girl
*

Premium Member My Afterthought's My Goal

My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
My health and healing is my main concern,
All else is fairly addressed--and not key,
My patience requires my good return.

Good hopes and goodwill--righteousness succeeds,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Glory be His name, as illness concedes,
Treatment and proper care will set me free.

An amicable life leads properly,
A blessed future will be my reward,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Well-kept focus, one mind, and one accord.

My faith is strong in Christ's saving Grace,
My good health is healing internally,
My health accompanies me to first base,
My afterthought is my goal--precedes me,
Form: Quatern

Skipping School To Play Baseball

Skipping school to play baseball,
spending up all I got at the Mall;
having fun and laugh with girls
who love Coca Cola and burgers.

It's a day of fun for kids dripping with sweat,  
if I'm lucky to hit a home run, I will freak;
Mario runs for first base, he doesn't make it:
we lose the game, our team was way too weak.    

Now it's time for ice cream, we head for Carvel,
I spend all my saved money to pay for the bill;
I hope mom doesn't see the broken piggy jar:
she'll ground me, no playing on the monkey bar.

A red car pulls up the curb, it's ugly and clanky;
" Who's that lady with the straw hat? It's mom! "
" Come here, little brat; you're grounded,Tom!" 
I just turn pale and say sorry for playing hooky. 

Written on 5/17/2017
Form: Rhyme

Errata I

Erotic Errata
by Michael R. Burch

I didn’t mean to love you; if I did,
it came unbid-
en, and should’ve remained hid-
den!

***

Less Heroic Couplets: Marketing 101
by Michael R. Burch

Building her brand, she disrobes,
naked, except for her earlobes.

***

Negligibles
by Michael R. Burch

Show me your most intimate items of apparel;
begin with the hem of your quicksilver slip ...

***

Warming Her Pearls
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Warming her pearls,
her breasts gleam like constellations.
Her belly is a bit rotund ...
she might have stepped out of a Rubens.

***

Cover Girl
by Michael R. Burch

Cunning
at sunning
and dunning,
the stunning
young woman’s in the running
to be found nude on the cover
of some patronizing lover.

In this case the cover is a bed cover, where the enterprising young mistress is about to be covered herself.

***

First Base Freeze
by Michael R. Burch

I find your love unappealing
(no, make that appalling)
because you prefer kissing
then stalling.

***

Nun Fun Undone
by Michael R. Burch

for and after Richard Thomas Moore

Abbesses’
recesses
are not for excesses!

***

Less Heroic Couplets: Sex Hex
by Michael R. Burch

for and after Richard Thomas Moore

Love’s full of cute paradoxes
(and highly acute poxes).

Published by *Asses of Parnassus, Lighten Up Online* and *Poem Today*

***

Retro
by Michael R. Burch

Now, once again,
love’s a redundant pleasure,
as we laugh
at my childish fumblings
through the acres of your dress,
past your wily-wired brassiere,
through your panties’ pink billows
of thrill-piqued frills ...
Till I lay once again—panting redfaced
at your gayest lack of resistance,
and, later, at your milktongued
mewlings in the dark ...
When you were virginal,
sweet as eucalyptus,
we did not understand
the miracle of repentance,
and I took for granted
your obsessive distance ...
But now I am happily unbuttoning
that chaste dress,
unhitching that firm-latched bra,
tugging at those parachute-like panties—
the ones you would have gladly forgotten
had I not bought them in this year’s size.

Originally published by Erosha
Form: Rhyme

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