Long Homerun Poems
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When Reality Hits A Homerun, Situations Get Real
Defending My Heart, I Refuse to Kneel
My Dragon, My Beast Please Help Me Heal
For The Rejection Was Not A Prescient Projection
Like a Tainted Injection
Creating Injuries to My Purported Soul
Damn Burnt Bridges, Forfeited Toll
Thank You For Teaching Me That Your Love Was Inconsistent
Causing a Galling Dent
Seeking Selfish Ambitions making My Feelings Irrelevant!
Went On Ahead and Ignored Telltale Signs
My Emotions Now Apathetic, Feelings Expatriated, Re-directed, Reassigned!
I Guess Life is Poetry, The Ups and Downs
My Story, My Song
Verses of What Could Have Been
In The Darkest Dark, In The Luminous Light
I Exist Somewhere In Between!
To God I am thankful for many gifts;
But none more than a creative mind,
And the hands which are the finest tool,
With abilities to create that I easily can find.
As a child I first learned to cherish
My God-given opposable thumb,
Knowing how versatile a device
It is for whacking a fortuitous homerun.
And stubby fingers were early to meet,
And with artistic freedom employ,
All the many vividly colored crayons
To make graphic forms and scenes to enjoy.
And off running into the world of nature,
My hands kept quite busy in work and play.
Without them I found that I couldn’t climb
Nor protect myself in the occasional fray.
My hands loved to tighten and repair my bike,
Seeming to be a mechanic of special training,
Taught by a higher intelligence unknown
For handling every task without complaining.
With maturity the hand becomes more adept,
A magical marvel for all creation to behold.
And in God’s world of many forms to grasp,
It becomes an unique gift worth more than gold.
Then you find there’s nothing your hands can’t do,
‘Cause God has made them in His special way,
With the same loving care you make toys for a child,
Who might find nothing any better for hours of play.
We need to show God that we feel very blessed,
That He was the architect of this precious treasure;
So that we may join with Him in majestic fashion,
Giving the world with fervent impact endless pleasure.
You can step up to the plate,
and hit that game winning homerun.
Everybody in the stands is cheering,
the newspaper says that your number one.
Or swing and miss and fall flat on your face,
while the other guy rides off with your dreams.
Your girlfriend tucked under one arm,
his pockets bursting at the seams.
Leaving you filled with shame and regret,
trying to find the bullets for your gun.
But remember there’s another game tomorrow,
no matter who it was that lost or won.
So keep on dreaming, planning, and scheming,
all the dreams that might never come true.
It might be happiness, it might be sorrow,
no one knows which is waiting at the end for you.
There is one thing we all have in common,
no matter if your life is filled with rain or filled with sun.
Ain’t nobody going to remember you,
when it’s all said and done.
They don’t know the joys
Of riding a grapevine in the woods
And they can’t make the noise
Made by kids in rural neighborhoods
They don’t know the joys
Of picking wildflowers for mother
Or playing with woodland toys
Sometimes not even with one another
Town children are a lonely sort
With only their relatives for support
They don’t know the joys
Of a piggyback ride across the lawn
Given by one of the boys
Before the bright flowers are gone
They don’t know the joys
Of running as fast as their pup
Or seeing the garden he destroys
After he gives a whooping yup
Town children aren’t so much fun
Some never even hit a homerun
They don’t know the joys
Of sitting out on the front porch
Without any need for poise
Simply because you have the urge
They don’t know the joys
Of waking up at the crack of dawn
Forgetful of all that annoys
Happily giving the sunshine a yawn
Town children don’t have a clue
What other children come through!
September 12, 2019
Town Children Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Themes rise with glory of the morning sun
Anxious to transcribe what mind has spun
Finding solace in beauty of words written
Thoughts fly on wings of eager inspiration
Heart triggers a rhythm full of creative fun
Anxious to transcribe what mind has spun
Wisdom flows in stanzas aiming perfection
Nature paints a canvas of scenic homerun
Heart triggers a rhythm full of creative fun
Birds fly carrying lines of artistic collection
Evening breeze sighs with poetic affection
Nature paints a canvas of scenic homerun
Love themes and romance quite a selection
Happiness reigns lines of joyous admiration
Evening breeze sighs with poetic affection
Celebrating the art creative spirit has won
Themes rise with glory of the morning sun
Happiness reigns lines of joyous admiration
Finding solace in beauty of words written
Placed 3rd
September 4, 2017
What inspires me to write poetry
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Surging like electricity to the esoteric abyss of my soul,
felt in all body parts, the flinching brought to the shoal.
Even the slightest stub of a toe, a beloved child in distress,
causes bile to roil and roll, the bowels of my heart in duress.
Likewise the agony of a pet - the suffering shrill, painful howl.
As a child I buried a silver dollar, his float to water’s top foul.
The automatic flinch - squeeze of fists, jaw, stomach, lady parts.
My brain disoriented, imaginative, culling others pain is a fine art.
The news of a small child hit by a homerun play, and the grab
Of the disintegrating player, dissolving into tears - a poignant stab.
Why do I linger so long, explaining at length my wearisome woe.
So you’ll grasp my afferent saturation and how my compassion grows.
5/30/2019
What Makes You Flinch Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julie Rodeheaver
Who will sponsor me The artist
For the artworks I would do
Will Defense machine the science
Weird wrong thing outdo
For what is devaluation
For what is Army doctrine
If to see with eyes of other
Rather I with my eyes 'd seen
Will machine admit it's wrongly
Will connecting stop the dots
Will it stop process of implants
Will it doubt we're bots
Will Machine Defense have values
Those and these that are true
Will it rightfully acknowledge
Will it sense and point pursue
Will it base demands of others
Will it dignity maintain
What should I do
What should I do
TO construct correctly main
Will it eligible be for dialogue
Will its secreteveness stop
If in all the operations
I am also kinda OP
There's no poems for the soldier
Soldier is about war
But what if that devaluation
Is for real our foe
War on systems
War on values
Wrongly values they define
Governemnt Agency exisiting
Issues for this sorta fine
Buisness frugal
Thus AI so
Take the jobs away from us
But in real scale the truth is
Jobs these kind aren't much fun
Senseless actions
AND enthropic
Quality of act we crave
Can we
Really
Reckon, can we
TO correct path the path pave
Sense and point
And the MEANING
Wanna play another inning?
I perormed the HOMERUN
Homeland Secuirty
Nothing really is IDEAL
And relative is Purity
Of this imperfect DIAMOND
My dear RAYMOND
*Image of Living Water by Pinterest.
O' Heaven Hear My Cry
The river struck nearby my ears,
A Lightning hit excites my fears,
Feeling blames worth; I am the one,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
O' thunder's rain runs over me,
Soaked to my bones, mentality,
Shrinking holding as waters run,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
I sensed myself fully immersed,
My innards feel as a cloudburst,
Bearing a shift-hitting homerun,
Holy Ghost, forgive Father, Son,
As tears drop freely, express I,
Heart's living water, confess I,
Water stain on my face well done,
Holy Ghost, forgave Father, Son,
2022 August 08 - REVISED
A KYRIELLE ABOUT WATER
~~Kim Rodrigues
RZ & HMS 8 syllables per 16 lines
BASEBALL IS ENTERTAINMENT
I LOVE PUTTING ON A SHOW
I GIVE IT MY BEST WIND-UP
LET THAT BASEBALL GO
SOMETHING ABOUT A STRIKE-OUT
A FEELING THAT THINGS WENT WELL
UNLIKE THE HOMERUN PITCH
WHERE IT FEELS THEY RANG MY BELL
I CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE
TO FACE THE BIGGEST NAMES IN THE GAME
I BUILT THAT REPUTATION
I HOPE THEY FEEL THE SAME
I KNOW I GET A LITTLE WILD
BUT, I'VE BEEN WORKING ON CONTROL
NO INTENTION TO BREAK AN ARM
JUST TO LET YOU KNOW
IT'S LIKE ONE ON ONE
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
BUT IF YOU TRY TO BUNT ON ME
I'LL NAIL YOU ON THE SPOT
YES I HAVE A FASTBALL
NINETY-FIVE AND UP
I KNOW YOU KNOW IT'S COMING
SO GIVE IT YOUR BEST CUT
I'VE BEEN WORKING ON MY CURVEBALL
IT MIGHT JUST BACK YOU DOWN
CONSIDER IT A CHALLENGE
TRY TAKE THAT PITCH DOWN TOWN
I LOVE MY JOB OUT ON THE MOUND
I LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL
I LOVE WHEN THE BATTER AT THE PLATE
CAN'T HIT MY BLAZING FASTBALL
I LOVE THE PLAYERS ON MY TEAM
WHO LOVE THE GAME OF BASEBALL
IT'S A THRILL WHEN BATTERS TAKE MY CHALLENGE
AND CAN'T STICK MY NASTY CURVEBALL
Can't change who you are.
Can change who you become.
I want the millions and then sum.
This ain't no Willie-Lump-Lump.
Ain't tryna be no bum.
Spit that bull **** out on a napkin like sum bubblegum.
Leave that ass stankin.
Sip on the drank, and.
Next day do it again, Realities only began.
Like this morning when the birds sung.
David Daquan, mommy won! "Mommy won"!
Still reaching for the sun,
Reciting to the drums.
God is my bullet proof vest,
"Can't be taken down with a gun"!
" I walk like this cause I'm cold l like that"!
"Stand like tho cause I'm strong where I'm at"!
This ain't no pitty pat,
Automatic homerun when I swing the bat.
Stay tryna sit fat.