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I have attempted to capture my favorite major league baseball players in this little shape poem of home plate. Included are (in no particular order):
Say Hey Willie Mays Walter Johnson (Big Train)
Randy Johnson (The Big Unit) Babe Ruth (The Sultan Of Swat)
Tony Gwynn Jimmie Foxx
Ted Williams Maury Wills
Stan “The Man” Musial Johnny Bench
Ken Griffey Jr Greg Maddox
Henry Aaron Lou Gehrig
Roberto Clemente Ty Cobb
Satchell Paige Ernie Banks
Rickey Henderson Carl Yastrzemski (Yaz)
Trevor Hoffman Albert Pujols
Gibson (Bob and Josh) Honus Wagner
Rogers Hornsby Cal Ripken
Robinson (Jackie, Frank and Brooks)
Some favorites I had to leave out…
Christy Mathewson Warren Spahn
Sandy Koufax Tom Seaver
Mickey Mantle Rod Carew
Joe Morgan Ozzie Smith
Mariano Rivera Miguel Cabrera
Pedro Martinez Ichiro Suzuki
David Ortiz Jose Altuve
I’d love to see your faves mentioned in the comments section!
written 24 Aug 2020
I was excited to go to college a couple of months ago
I wanted to meet new friends and go with the flow
I was also so nervous and speechless at the same time
But, I knew singing was my talent and choir is so sublime
I stepped foot on campus at PCC one sunny afternoon
I was wearing a confident, yet sheepish smile, wiping off the sweat from my brow
I probably looked like a fool who lost his wisdom so soon
I’m afraid I’ll have to sing my best and run the extra mile somehow
I walked into class at last – fear faded away into the past
I looked around the classroom full of happy-go-lucky students – life is one huge test
I waited patiently for the teacher and he arrived so fast
Most likely, I didn’t look my best, but I tried to look presentable and leave out all the rest
I assumed that I belonged in the bass section…hopefully, my voice leans that direction
I was holding on to my backpack till I put it under the black chair
I saw my sister on the girls’ side, looking calm and reserved …I was, well, an exception
But, thankfully, I was good enough at hiding my shyness just a hair
Then…the teacher put us into our four sections and we happily accepted it
I was right all along – I did belong in the bass group fortunately
He picked out group leaders and I met eye to eye with him – he seemed legit
He introduced himself to me in a kind manner and smiled in a jiffy
We became friends fast and he taught me how to sing out more – he made me feel like fresh morning dew
He also taught me how to read music more effectively and accurately
His name is Ronald Spriggs and he hung out with my sister and I – we had so much fun and had so much to look forward to
He complimented my voice, so that I can feel comfortable and encouraged me
Lastly, he invited us to a Wednesday night karaoke event
Our cousin was there!
It was awesome – I was surprised how our night went
We lived life without a care…
Our cousin was shocked to see us and gave us a big hug
Ronald, me and my sister sang our hearts out afterwards
Before that, he ate a meal and carried with him a glass mug
Finally, we sang together in harmony like gracious birds
I'm a heartless bit-- you say
Getting my way every day
But I do not call this livin'
With the chances you were givin'
How many times did I hear
I am sorry with a tear
In your eyes so I don't leave
Always making me believe
You will try and do more
So I don't leave out the door
I beg and plead, saying please
Open up and talk to me
But your silent and emotions
Stay inside while my devotion
Starts to fade less when you lie
Saying you'll get help and try
To respect, listen and do
More for helping me and you
Make this relationship last longer
But something is really wrong here
With each week and year that passes
I'm seeing through X-Ray glasses
The hollowness in your heart
That is tearing us apart
When I ask you what is wrong
You say nothing's going on
And everything is just fine
Lines I've heard too many times
I want truth and honesty
That's the only way I'll be
Willing to give in and bend
One more chance, but in the end
I will be heartless and cruel
If you use me like a fool
You'll see then my way I'll get
When I take the kids and let
You be alone with no one
While I'm enjoying life and fun
There was a young girl, who
was often put in many boxes.
She was put into a box by
family members. Because she
was a bit shy and awkward.
Resulting in the box of feeling
like an outcast. Life was hard
and she got treated differently
because she wasn’t pretty
enough or thin enough.
Resulting in a box of low
self-esteem.
When she went to school she
got put into another box. And
she had trouble focusing and
paying attention. Going to
school was so much of a
struggle that she would
often daydream. Her box
was her mind, due to the
fact that she didn’t learn
like other people.
When she would write she would
often leave out words. She felt
so dumb. Years later she found
out that she had a learning
disability. What saved her is she
could always write a good story.
Although it was not grammatically
correct.
Her life changed when she found
writing. That girl started to believe
in herself more. Although she
continues to struggle with how
she learns that young lady will
not be confined to any box.
She will break down any box
that she finds herself in.
Whether it’s feeling like an
outcast, having low esteem,
or feeling dumb. Feeling in-
competent originated In
her mind.
04/27/2023
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Sponsor: Constance La France
A tribute to Malcolm
Malcolm Jamal Warner
Was his name
Heaven sure did gain
An angel on earth
Now he's up in the skywatching over us
To us, he was the big brother we always wanted, you know
He was Theo from the Cosby show
He was an all-around outstanding guy
We never questioned why
He was so genuine and would give
He is the true definition of May the life you live
Speak volumes
And it did
He was our television brother , doctor, and friend
It's tragic how his life had to come to an end.
But I will tell you something
In the midst of his death
He was living
Out his dreams
Enjoying his self
Living , loving , loving, and living
Malcolm, thanks for the gift that keeps on giving
He was more than an actor
Yes, you know it
He was a musician, and let's not leave out a poet
He speaks , he spoke , and has spoken ??
The real
He just wanted to give, give back, and he did
So selfless, not selfish ,
King, you did
You did good deeds
You planted hope in others to let them succeed
A rare person who stamped his legacy on this earth
You impacted us all
Yes, you did
Thanks
For helping us paint
Better tomorrow's
Even when we are going through sorrows
We all are on borrowed time
So Malcolm, you did fine , you did well
You completed your mission
You excelled
Thanks for being the calmness before a storm
Thanks for being the Gentle giant
That meant no one no harm
A great husband , a great dad , a great friend
A great person who wanted everyone to win
You got your wings, and so much more
The angels open the gates
Thanks for being one of the greats
You paved the way
Salute you did
This is my tribute to the one we all loved
Malcolm rest in power with all of our love
Written by Concetta Hardnett
07/25/2025
OF WE AND THEY/EVEN US AND THEM! *
In the beginning
We were the architects
Of God’s designed world;
Then came them—
The devastating forces
Of its Garden Of Eden
Decline:-
We were the flowers
And fruits of the Garden;
Then they became
The slithering and coiling
Slime of disobedience
And disrespect:-
We were chosen
To teach cross bearing
With the Bearer thereof;
Then they—save Mark—
Tried to leave out
Our Simon Of Cyrene hue:-
As you read, my children,
Listen to these 83+ years
Old screaming words:
We must know that ourstory here,
Did not begin with their slavery!
They’re just lyingly implicated this,
In their fecal canvassing
Of their diuretic history:-
While we remain
The crucified oppressed,
And they, the crucifiers,
Realize our Ancestors
Ensured that we would be
Today’s resurrected ones;
Overcoming and ascending,
Memorial total liberation:-
Thus, it be between them
And us, in waning oppression
And waxing liberation;
We ascending the mountaintop,
Not as children of Sisyphus,
But, the ebony-hued of the Liberator:-
I picked up Grandma’s recipe book the other day…the one she made just for me…written in her own hand and filled with my favorite recipes.
On the first page of my cookbook…these words…always waiting for me…
‘It’s easy to be a good cook’ she wrote, ‘just follow the recipe!’
As I leafed through the pages in Grandma’s recipe book…hopping from recipe to recipe…I realized I was also leafing through pages of my memory.
I feel blessed to have Grandma’s recipes…blessed she taught me how to cook…
and blessed for the one recipe…she didn’t have write down in my book.
It was her recipe for living…this one I know by heart…
so I will never leave out an ingredient…never forget a part…
Find some moments every day…she taught…to enjoy this life you’re living…
discover the pleasures in a smile and the comfort of forgiving.
Take a walk in silence…you don’t have to travel very far…
to witness the beauty of the trees…or the wonder of the stars.
Laugh and play and work with your heart…your soul…your mind…
and never miss an opportunity to be gentle…to be kind
Stop and smell the flowers…play with babies…marvel at rainbows in the sky…
and always save room after every meal…for a cookie…or some pie.
I’ve memorized her recipe for living…it’s the road in life I took…
and when I’m hungry for a cookie or a pie…no problem…
I have Grandma’s recipe book.
Knowing how to live and what to cook have always been easy for me…
all I have to do is follow Grandma’s recipe.
How can I be there for you
If I am here for you
I can't be ever present
Yet I'm presented to you
How can our truths be flawless
If we sometimes leave out the Father
May God help us, God help us
I pray for you wish I could embrace those pains away
Inhaling into me my spirit take them all away
How is loneliness so powerful
With silent so loud
How can a Heart of Love
Embrace the pride and stubborn child
Not too easy yet I'm here for you
In the torrent rains like a wind shattering the window panes
Emptying to me your negativity so that you may be free
Not too easy yet I'm here for you
Sometimes misgivings yet I'm here for you
Made a vow to be here for you
Was glad have this overwhelming help for you
A co helper not of benefactor yet I pray for you wish I could embrace those pains away
Inhale those bad memories sweating them out away from your very being
Wish I could co save the Day
Asking our Father to be here always
It's not about me it's Him I say
Allotting me to coexist
Must be love because I digress
In a feeling of need makes us sometime hard to breathe
In this I believe
How can I be there for you
If I am here for you
I can't be ever present
Yet I'm presented to you
How can our truths be flawless
If we sometimes leave out the Father
May God help us, God help us
I pray for you wish I could embrace those pains away
Inhaling into me my spirit take them all away
Any traumas rebuke dramas
No discords
Nothing but blessed hope, peace and love
Helpers one to anotherIt's not about me it's Him I say
Allotting me to coexist
Must be love because I digress
In a feeling of need makes us sometime hard to breathe
In this I believe
5/15/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023©
Black and white motives, it was simple;
The camera rolled before words came,
an adventure played on screen;
Technicolor breathed even more energy
into that delicious cinema magic;
It was all about the best way to tell a tale.
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
As it chased what the dollars dictated
slowly the red carpet flames faded;
It didn’t matter who was creative
no chances were going to be taken;
Art locked out of every studio door
exchanged for recycled reboots;
No risk in more of a sure thing;
Now we are left with creativity dying;
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell..
Work places know to keep off of topics
that are known to impede their business;
The film industry is not exempt from this.
Create the most compelling product,
leave out their allegiances keep their art.
Bring back all the ‘Happily ever after.’
Once upon a time Hollywood had a story to tell.
Halloween night is supposed to be scary
Peopled by spooks and goblins, most of them hairy
But where I come from it's quite festive and merry
Sugarplums dancing, accompanied by faeries
Then there's the time-honored custom of trick-or-treating
'Course, as any trick-or-treater will tell you, it's all in the eating
But where I'm from we dispense with the preliminaries
Just one thing on our itinerary -- confectioneries
Now as to the matter of witches on broomsticks, cackling high overhead
And the spirits and ghosts that allegedly rise up from the dead
We don't subcribe to that spooky nonsense
What we do is burn incense and sniff frankincense
Not to leave out the garish jack-o-lanterns' macabre grins
The eerie haunted houses with their swinging skeletons
Sorry to disappoint you, but we simply dispense with that stuff
~ In our nudist colony, where tradition's remade in the buff
October 23, 2018