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'Twas an emotional movie portraying the saga of a loveable chump.
'Twas about a hapless lad by the curious name of Forrest Gump!
He overcame handicaps that from birth were to be his plight,
And it seemed that everything he did, eventually turned out right!
He acted bravely when he saved the life of Lieutenant Dan.
From that point, a lifetime of devotion and friendship began!
Naive though he was, somehow Forrest always achieved,
Notable, of course, was the Medal of Honor he received!
Alas, he was wounded in a somewhat delicate place!
But he accepted this and other reverses with amazing grace!
When Forrest became wealthy from his shrimp boat enterprise,
He gave Bubba's Momma a generous check, much to her surprise!
His life turned out pretty well, after all was said and done.
He married his first love, Jenny, who gave him a little son!
He'd heard an axiom his Momma taught since he lay in a bassinette:
"Life is like a box of chocolates - you never know what you'll get!"
Gump's role was handled masterfully by Tom Hanks of movie fame,
And it heaped upon his brow well-deserved honors and acclaim!
Mister Hanks will be long remembered for his remarkable role,
And the attributes of the indomitable American spirit it did extol!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Amy Green's "Choose One - Have Fun" Contest - July 2010
What I Gave?
I gave….nothing??
Time, and patience, and
a love of “The Game’.
She gave everything,
heart, strength, resolve,
to play “The Game”.
She is special,
handicapped, disabled,
and six years old.
Me, not so special,
did not wish to see,
her handicaps, keep her
from “The Game”.
She stood, bat in hand,
seemingly unable
to hit the ball.
I stood, confused,
befuddled when she said:
“you have to sing the song.”
“What song” I asked.
“The Baseball Song” she answered.
I looked around
seeking help when
her mother shouted
“Take Me Out to The Ball Game.”
I sang! She Hit!
The love of “The Game”
etched itself upon another heart.
“The Game” will always be grateful
to her, for her, for
What She Gave.
John G. Lawless
6/30/2014
This game of golf as is this life,
Played all life, perfect still can't be,
Ever reminding of one’s wife,
Put on pedestal, upon tee,
Handicaps, roughs, bogies stay rife,
And played as if on edge of knife!
Easy to start, hard to finish,
And harder ever to master,
Followed like an unfulfilled wish,
Always one stroke from disaster,
As in life, handicaps bridge gap,
Eagles two, birdies claim one clap.
What rage be this game every age,
As many highs as there be lows,
A game ever on players grows,
Ageless be this sport in image—
To my liking a bit high brow,
Pricey clubs, carts, caddies in tow.
And if ye think you the ball drive,
Beware of game that drives you naïve,
This game of greens, good to relax,
Greener still goes envied player,
And greatest of a leveller,
Pro or novice likes it like sex.
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Reflections | 01.10.04 |
Thinking of the bay that daily gush
From our ray on this lengthy voyage.
This at first wasn't envisage to be created,
For our calculator has failed us in haste.
Yes in haste it has failed us.
Despite the mountains of conferences and aluta,
Which has taken ocean from our skin.
In smart cerebral, they lay us still in their cave.
Not that warning hasn't been placed on us.
Yet in anticipation for liberation, our drums made close.
Ominira inira, ominira inira.
Was the statement that could have stopped us,
In falling prey of their menace.
October first I hail you and celebrate your wisdom.
Through ages and generations we shall sing your praise.
How have you come to place this yoke on our neck?
You're curse in all the days of the year.
Oh you're bless in realisation of our foolishness.
Thank you for making us to know our doom.
Foetus wey come out with pupu no go be person.
Na blood dem go be for dem no wait for their period.
To hell with those that have made this call for us.
Not for our good, but for their belly in praise.
We sing their praise, yes we will daily sing.
That no sooner than their Masters left,
That their missions clearly known.
The essence of Reformation was laid to rest.
After the birth of oloibiri our glory slain.
Now like handicaps we depend on our neighbours.
Yes we're handicaps, yet in wealth our loan daily grows.
Greatly dear Divine
On you our hope and the generations to come do lay.
You own the heart of Kings and chiefs
And control same to your satisfaction.
We pray you to touch our hearts and our leaders.
For in this lane we're, our Jesus may come soon.
Make for us leaders that will obey you.
Not as those in 2015 that deceit is their clothes.
Hope we thought they'd give but blames they through.
We've done this, yes we've done it.
Aso ko ba omoye mo, omoye tirin roro woja.
We have done this, yes we know our wrong
Our hope is In for total liberation from this slavery
Before we become Samaria of this generation.
© olorunleke olorode.
DIARY OF BOYS TO MEN
WHEN WE BECAME A MAN:
Entrant into the promise land of adulthood
Where the wanderings cease and building begins
Where that unstable thing in us solidifies
Where the irresponsible become committed
Where you rise up to confront enemies,
Subdue territories and attain property by conquest
Because the worrier has now become the warrior
The promise land is where we keep our promises-in-hand,
To ourselves, to our wives and to our seeds,
Where our words can be blindly trusted
Because God keeps His promises over His gods!
WHEN WE SORT FOR EDUCATION:
Despite his handicaps, David rose to the top
Somehow, he learned about responsibility
In those fields while alone with God
So, give me responsibilities else I die
If not now, the inevitable death of the tomorrow
Not the timely death of 120 apportion to human
RESPONSIBILITY AND BOLDNESS:
Give me a lamb and I will rescue her
From the Lion and the Bear in the woods
Decisiveness and quick action is in the promise land
In this land, manhood requires leadership
And leadership requires commitment to lead
Only way to be fit a man coming from the boyhood journey --
Be a god after God's own heart,
You will be separated so you can be operated on and certified.
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2017.
8, A Trait Higher than Nature
Every Year Sing "Hallel" on July "11's",
A Stroke Grew Tall, Into My Life's Elm,
Prior, in 2005, Our Chassna Dance!
Now, Our Foot "Pattie Cake" is Seldom.
8 Denotes Transcendence,
Judaism is Not in the Natural Realm,
No Nature's Laws Correspondence,
"Ayn Ode Milvado" has the Helm!
"Rise Above Our Nature" Ascendance,
Assorted "Odd Bod'" Handicaps, "Jell 'Em!"
In Sum, Obstacles Aren't Iron, Look Askance,
Serve Hashem "B'Simcha", Attitude "Quells 'Em!"
Never Say Never nor "Defeatist Chants",
Transcend the Adverse, Surprise Them,
Purim "MeSheloach Manos" to Enemy Stances,
Make Friends, Try to Opponents Stem!
You'll Get Disbelieving Glances,
Shrug Them Off, Saying "Amen & Ahem!",
Sincerely Sing "What Are the Chances?",
Keep Trouble Off Balance, "Tzoros" Amend!
"More of You is Emerging!" Barbara Announces,
I Ask Myself "Is This the Coma's End?"
My Wife & I, One Another Enhances,
Marital Bliss, We Each Other Send!
For all intents and purposes, when speaking of bearing crosses, we think of the literal cross of Christ with a proverbial reference to suffering.
Having so said, life gifts us with crosses whether or not we deserved or warranted them. We may build defenses, immunities, and tolerances, but none of such will completely void the crosses we face.
Illnesses, diseases, handicaps, losses, rejections, birth defects. We bear our crosses in different ways. Some of us are strong and by God's Grace are able to bear under and carry the load. There are those who refuse to fight when they fall and lie in defeat.
Bearing under does not meant we always smile saying, 'Praise the Lord'. Some become 'losers before they even fall, because they have no faith for their crosses. A story is told of a heavy weight champion fighter who was knocked down more than any other fighter in history. He was able to be a champion because 'he always got up'.
110321PSCtest, This Or That, Vol 8, Edward Ibeh Title chosen: 'A Cross To Bear'
I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night,
where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts,
obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette smoke in the room,
and we laugh blue, like ink spilled on a dirty table.
I swallow the silence like a bitter shot,
place spring in my steps, like a season crucified on the pyre of colors,
we find ourselves in the sea of rediscovery,
where weeping brushes shed their tears on leaves,
and frowning clouds mock the horoscope of coming days.
You propose a love-test to me, like a diagnosis of a weary heart,
a surgeon of emotions searching through the darkness of the soul,
and a concert in two begins softly,
a symphony of love with rebellious strands and stellar amalgams,
when you smell of stars and drawings come to life on the dusty sidewalk.
We invent seasons, my breath becomes freckles in the rhythm of love,
a tangram of mad silences, a puzzle of existence,
each piece of tranquility fitting into the chaos of the everyday, like a lost day.
The spiriverse carries us into a world of psychospirituality in verses,
a universe breathing and living through each harsh rhyme,
lessons flow like venom sold at life's corners,
thoughts like iron filings sneaking into the night,
a radio suspending its melody at the corner of silence's mouth,
lights struggling to break free, words parked at destiny's traffic light,
where is the congruence in a world where death is the color of chestnuts?
Dreaming becomes a refuge in the realm of revelation,
Nefertiti chases us through the desert with helium thoughts,
the galaxy sleeps in an octave of love,
let me love you to the depths,
let's step out of our comfort zone,
running through subtleties and handicaps,
seeking our place in a universe for just us two,
a universe waiting to be discovered in every verse of brutal reality.
8, A Trait Higher than Nature
Every Year Sing "Hallel" on July "11's",
A Stroke Grew Tall, Into My Life's Elm,
Prior, in 2005, Our Chassuna Dance!
Now, Our Foot "Pattie Cake" is Seldom.
8 Denotes Transcendence,
Judaism is Not in the Natural Realm,
No Nature's Laws Correspondence,
"Ayn Ode Milvado" has the Helm!
"Rise Above Our Nature" Ascendance,
Assorted "Odd Bod'" Handicaps, "Jell 'Em!"
In Sum, Obstacles Aren't Iron, Look Askance,
Serve Hashem "B'Simcha", Attitude "Quells 'Em!"
Never Say Never nor "Defeatist Chants",
Transcend the Adverse, Surprise Them,
Purim "MeSheloach Manos" to Enemy Stances,
Make Friends, Try to Opponents Stem!
You'll Get Disbelieving Glances,
Shrug Them Off, Saying "Amen & Ahem!",
Sincerely Sing "What Are the Chances?",
Keep Trouble Off Balance, "Tzoros" Amend!
"More of You is Emerging!" Barbara Announces,
I Ask Myself "Is This the Coma's End?"
My Wife & I, One Another Enhances,
Marital Bliss, We Each Other Send!
So often felt without a word
many handicaps come in at one time
nerves, stress, tight throat, breathless
these things gripped causing false rhyme
Panic signs make one lose control
being under its grip I fall to lose
no word you feel can be said
thinks I'd be better on a cruise
Strive through life to find calmness
knowing this is the elusive jewel
one wonders can it ever be found?
not like one's spirit needing renewal
There comes a time to consider
that there's no more I can do
just got to leave it in God's hand
His sovereign purpose will come true
Being speechless without a word
so often this was my plight
but be thankful it's not all the time
in my dark tunnel, there's some light
(Thinking about a time I was rendered speechless which in fact has happened a few times in my life, so this is my experience of these times.)