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MINNESOTA OG
by BambiLynn'14
We need to bring some OG back to the game
They say only playas change, the games stays the same
But that ain't true, and it smells bad too
I've watched and thought and come up w this notion
Staying true to me is failing thug devotion
OG principles need to get back in track
Stop violence and hate, bring respect, g.p., and true hustling back!
All this hatin and violence can hit the door
Let's define what OLD SCHOOL GANGSTAS stood for
There was standards and rules for all OG
And to fit in the circle, you had to be...
True to the game w caliber and class
Not recognizing popcorn, gorilla, gutter, or trash
No one took from their home to invest in the game (insane)
You put your all in your home then hustled to come up or keep yo standard of living the same
The game kept severe poverty out of the life
Especially for kids whose dads walked out on their wife
Back then the only out was to play ball
Working only for a few gifted and tall
OG's didn't hate, had each other's backs
Supporting and competeing a little in building stacks
No pulling guns If one in the circle did wrong or violated
It was worse when OG's shut them out into starvation
Paying in shame, and being left out and without
Teaching a lesson instead of ending lives is better without doubt
Violence puts everything in the spotlight
Stopping all hustle, all money, having to set it down out if sight
When you take a life, you end yours too
Original purpose defeated, no life, no money you fool
When our own turns on itself~something's terribly wrong
Bring some OG back is the point of this song
Treat one another with love and respect
Deaths only a heartbeat away, on that you can bet
Stop all this killing and hate, have each other's back
Burning your own bridges isn't the right fight or attack
No hustle or game should be how you live
Or the legacy passed down to your kids with nothing to give
It should only be used as needed to come up and do more
Making things better for our families, not killing them to even the score
Don't take from the kids, settling for gutter and trash
Be true to you and the game, with caliber and class
Do what you do to come up, but keep growing past the game
Fight to be better, not each other, keep home and family sane
Halloween Night with a Twist that’s inspired by the Legend of Halloween.
I dare you to watch this spooky video until the very end—you might find yourself tiptoeing around every corner!
Did you spot any familiar fairy tale or classic story characters?
PS - No Humans or animals were harmed in the making of this video LOL.
Halloween Night – A Musical Video
Step Ever so light
(Step Ever so light)
Into this treacherous night
(Into this treacherous night)
Creatures that abandon the day
Come out to play
(Creatures that abandon the day)
Come out to play)
Step Ever so light ~ Step ever so light
Hear those Chill winds howl
(Hear those Chill winds howl)
To the hoot of an owl
(To the hoot of an owl)
The pale moon flickers
(The pale moon flickers)
On black cats and bats,
(On black cats and bats)
While shadows dance softly
On old crooked hats.
There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Step Ever so light, Ever so light
(There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light)
Into the Halloween night
That blatantly steals your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall.
The Universal teachings
For they fail to recall
Into the Halloween night
That steals your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall.
The Universal teachings
They fail to recall
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh
Step Ever so light
It’ll steal your soul,
With shadows creeping
darkness takes control.
To play ball they crawl
In the moon’s eerie thrall,
The Universal teachings
For they fail to recall
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh ~ Oh
Step Ever so light
Into this treacherous night
Creatures that abandon the day
Come out to play
Step Ever so light ~ Ever so light.
Hear those chill wind howl
To the hoot of an owl
The pale moon flickers
On black cats and bats,
While shadows dance softly
On old crooked hats.
There is corruption at play
In this treacherous night
Line of inquiry from Unseeking Seeker:
"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
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Ahhh, Spontaneity! How wonderful it is.
It separates adults from children more often than not.
It’s that magical quality which often seems to me
that some people in their older age simply have forgot!
Spontaneity . . . Maybe it’s the essence of authenticity
when you can be yourself and say exactly what you think.
Maturity can keep us from being much too blunt,
yet spontaneity can be subtle like a winsome wink.
Spontaneity . . .Imagine yourself when young.
How easily you laughed; how happily you simply played.
Sadly, it’s not that way for kids from homes of terror,
yet I hope that most of us recall impulsiveness we once displayed.
Did you hop onto your bike, riding anywhere without a care?
Did you ever jump into a pond where tadpoles swam -
trying to catch them while cupping them in your small hands?
Did you grab an apple off a neighbor’s tree, then have to scram?
Did you play with tiny cars or trucks, causing them to crash?
Did you pretend your doll was you and then converse
with your best friend’s dolly as if that doll were her?
Did you make up little plays you never did rehearse?
I did all those things and more. It was a different time.
I could run, play ball, and all through town I’d roam
with friends or siblings. How we laughed and had such fun.
It was not till darkness fell we even would go home.
Today kids have to be more careful, yet I see them play
showing imagination like when as a child I did.
Were you like me, and do you ever dream about today
those fascinating things that you dreamed of as a kid?
Unfortunately as adults, we have a lot of rules.
Rule are necessary, but we must not let
the rigidity of them replace the joy of having fun.
The inner child in all of us we must not forget.
Spontaneity . . . Reclaim what you may have lost.
Calm your mind; lighten up; laugh and smile more.
Embrace creative thinking; be as honest as you can.
The child inside of you is one you never should ignore!
When you look at cancel culture,
and what it has become today,
you can’t help but look back and think
it didn’t use to be this way.
Free speech was once more respected,
people allowed to say their peace,
half the lefties who want us gone
once said the people should speak free!
So why is it that they do this,
what has made them seek to repress?
There’s several reasons, each worthy
of examination, redress.
The politicians are simple,
they see it as a useful tool
to rid themselves of annoying
people who think the pols are fools.
Like all the tyrants of the past
they love making souls ‘disappear,’
and any thing that helps them out
they will indulge in with great cheer.
their kind has always been this way,
The founders knew that pols were sh-t,
but they can’t use tools unless we
let the jerks get away with it.
And we know that the corporate types
just go along to get along,
fearing so much to get bad press
they don’t care if their acts are wrong.
So in bed with the government
they’ll cower and do as they’re told,
so afraid of losing money
that they don’t dare anything bold.
They think twitter is the real world,
and shrink back from shrieking harpies,
afraid that if they don’t play ball
they’ll lose out on the ESG.
Ignoring the big audience
that is waiting for them out there,
openly calling us bad names
to convince the crazies ‘they care.’
Then there’s the weak majority
who never grew out of high school,
they bit their tongue and say the words
out of fear they might not look ‘cool.’
That they would appear out-of-place
from what the news preaches to them,
fearing what other people think,
scared that they might lose all their friends.
These people don’t cancel themselves,
they just try to keep their heads down,
but when someone’s life is ruined
these types are nowhere to be found.
They do not bother to speak out
even when they think it’s wrong,
they rationalize the evil,
because in truth, they’re not that strong.
willing to give up all their rights,
then go make excuses for that,
they’re feeding the alligator
hoping that in will eat them last...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
So exciting, I'm next, I'm next
My turn up to swing, make that bat sing
Don't think it gets any better than that
Your chance at a home run to bring
Oh No, they're switching pitchers
She must be that NEW girl at school
I have no conception or Clue... of her technique
Wonder if those well defined muscular arms
are any indication... That little girl don't appear weak
Silently sweating in the dug out,
listening to all my peers frantically shout,
"That girls throw is like a tornado invader,
It's been told she clocks off all the radar!"
Her last season was historically undefeated
All the batters were left feeling depleted
Every rival team ultimately conceded
I'm starting to feel a 'lil cheated
"You there, Your UP", shouts the ump
"Make sure to secure your Cup
as you approach the mound,
been told this little girls throw is faster
than the speed of sound,
"She'll leave you writhing
in awful pain upon the ground!"
The catchers mask is fastened in place
Perspiration beads break out on my face
My team mates expect me to place
How can I lose to a girl, with grace
I'll never be able to show my face
"Play Ball", is called, "Strike One"
This suddenly doesn't feel like fun
Muffled shouts within the crowd
"You suck", is all I hear quite Loud
Her team cheers effervescently proud
In a split second, Whiz," Strike Two"
Our catcher falls back from the thrust
Up in the air is his shoe, pretty sure I am threw
If I don't hit the next one, it's a definite bust
I think I even heard my grandmother cuss
This last shot at bat will determine the game
The scores are tied, no innings remain
My palms are sweaty upon the bat as I get ready
Oddly, I think that girl is pretty, as I hold my bat steady
As the crowd is chanting, my breath heavily panting
In the fastest whoosh I've ever Seen,
" Strike Three"
That pretty girl is now The towns Baseball Queen
Yup, So it's a tie, and I'm not exactly sure why
But at the pizza party tonight that shall follow
After a big gulp and unusual pride swallow
I'm gonna ask that pretty girl to Marry Me !
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress
Another day of carnage
In the USA
Little children
Eight, nine, ten and eleven years old,
Their life cut short,
By a mad person
With an automatic rifle
What will we all do?
Every week
More innocent people are
Victims of violent shootings,
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress
Children died at Sandyhook in Newtown, Connecticut,
Innocent babies,
Only five or six years old,
Never to celebrate another birthday,
To hug their Mom and Dad,
To watch TV,
Go to a ball game,
Go see a movie,
All over forever,
Now the same for
These children in Uvalde, Texas,
Never to play ball again,
Or learn to dance,
Or play a musical instrument,
Or wait for Santa Claus,
All over forever,
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress,
People in Buffalo going about
Their lives,
Doing their grocery shopping,
Even planning for a birthday party,
But a madmen came
And now they’re gone forever,
Innocent people in a movie theater
In Denver, Colorado,
Murdered by an insane gunman,
High-school students in Florida,
A Congregation at a Taiwanese church
In California,
Enjoying their luncheon,
A deranged gunman
Came to their church
With a gun,
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress,
We don’t like to think mean thoughts,
But if it were someone dear to them,
A law would have been passed already,
But
We the People
The Average Joe and Lucy,
The teacher, the secretary, the store worker,
The hairdresser, the carpenter, the librarian,
The aviation engineer, the truck driver,
The fireman, the policeman,
The dentist, the doctor,
The veterinarian,
The writer,
The singer,
The actor,
The artist,
And the plumber,
The electrician,
The salesman,
The garbageman too,
No matter if you
Are white, black, Hispanic,
Asian, or Native American Indian,
We the People
Don’t seem to count anymore
Where is the Congress?
The Thoughtless, Heartless, Do-Nothing Congress
We the People
We the People
We the People
We the People
We the People
Celine Rose Mariotti
The aches and pain I fill on my feet, is of wear and tear felt way down deep,
from birth till today, I never seen them this way,
two things that moved me the most, two things I thought were gross,
they've been there in the cold of winter, frost bit and splintered,
exposed to the summer heat, never once did I cover my feet,
brought me home drunk and a mess, climbed the mountains and life's little tests,
they carried me off to my first and last day of school, went with me every time we moved,
was there when I walked miles for my first kiss, even there when I missed,
helped me stand when I took a fall, for them being there I couldn't crawl,
they took me to great heights and times, was even there when I committed a crime,
held me up as I watched my children be born, & moms funeral as I morned,
helped me teach my son to play ball, to tell him hold your head up stand tall,
they helped me lift my baby girl, to hold her point and show her the world,
they carried me to all of there events, never once did I fill the dents,
the scares,the bruising, never once did they indicate the misusing,
they've been cut, dry and poked, yet stood me up every time never once did they revoke,
now years later I fill them cry out in pain, when I stand I fill the strain,
I hear them as they crack, I fill them when I sit and relax,
in life there is so many things that help you move on, love,friendship, even a song,
not till were old do we see, that through time we couldn't do it with out feet,
they were there when we took our first step, walked and crept,
they helped us skip,jump,and run, to my feet I owe you this one,
"Life's been great, fun, romantic, hart wrenching, darkened and sweet,
as it comes to and end I can say I did it all on my own two feet."
man, I wonder what I could write about my hands: )?
>Playing games with tennis balls?
Men, playing games with tennis balls!
Earn far too much dough.
In the game of tennis you know.
Some male players are now acting tough.
Saying they aren’t paid enough.
For playing games with balls not too rough.
Now they say they want more pay.
Than women, who with their balls do play.
Dragon, that last line sounds not right.
Might be read wrong, on first sight.
Guess someone will soon complain tonight.
We’ll blame it on AI, that’s right.
I’m glad they’ve all got the same dough.
When winning Wimbledon you know.
I still feel sorry for all them balls.
When served so fast into the air.
That’s the thing, I don’t think’s fair.
Why is it when men play ball games?
They insult women so.
Them that play tennis, with those tennis balls.
Some men really do you know.
If women should with those tennis balls play.
Men should never complain anyway.
For when women serve those balls so.
Men can volley them back you know.
Women may not be as strong as men.
In all sport games they play.
But neither do they throw tantrums.
If match points, don’t go their way.
I’m not a keen tennis viewer, that I must declare.
As I watch those poor tennis balls, whizzing through the air.
I had a job explaining that, to my friend Planet Nine.
He thought they were small planets, being hit for fore.
I said that was another sport, best we do ignore.
I wish all sports ball game prizes, were at least the same.
Played on a fair smooth plain
Not on a plane that flies so high.
You can’t play those ball games, in the sky.
So come on you men, do play fair.
Pay all prize money equally so there.
When women play, ball games with you.
They can be on equal pay too.
What else can I really say?
As I play with balls every day.
But as a poet, I don’t play swell.
Nor am I paid as blinking well.
Well done Dragon and you Spellchecker, sorry but we will have to divide the royalties with Planet Nine. Why? That simple he is bigger than us. Bye everybody. Stanley (The mad Author)<
Form:
"His Name is Calciatore"
His name is Calciatore
he loves to follow me
from room to room
he’s exceptionally
well groomed
even handsome,
one might say,
he can be quite serious
yet, he loves it
when I flirt
shamelessly with him,
day after day,
"Love will have its way", they say
it’s always “play ball”
with him, when I say this,
he grins, always leaning in
with a big wet kiss, he licks his lips
ever the true romantic
he is,
definitely,
with this, I agree
always barking
his hirsute opinions
back at me, alone or
with others in the room,
translated, in short,
he thinks, I’m a loon,
a bit like Tin Tin
but a bird
with this, taken
all in good humour,
enough is never
enough
I cannot help
but to laugh
and agree, more
and more, a little bit,
I let out his lead;
loosened up
he understands
implicitly,
who holds the reigns
sometimes,
he croons off key,
off leash, he has me
on my knees
smooching
his ears, his soft spot
with this, he always
agrees
stalking never enters
his frame, although
he loves the chase
he loves the game
He’s a character
this much is true
he loves to lick scoops
of melting L’Amour
from my never-ending bowl
of raspberry ice cream
this tickles his whiskers
he always wants more
of course, naturally,
I'm soft like
warm marshmallow
I give in,
you see
hopeless in love,
absolutely,
no discipline;
warm telepathy
is our own language
d’amour, he's always alert
always on cue, wanting more
when we turn
in for the night
before I turn off
the lights,
with his eyes
he says,
"I Love You",
then,
he confesses,
with his eyes,
before I walk out
the door -
his real name
is Blue.
later I hear
him snore;
such is Love
content, I smile,
a little laugh follows,
then I sleep;
when I wake
next morning,
there he is pronto,
lying beside me
back for more,
he takes the lead
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Baseball Legend, Joe Black
Pitcher for the BROOKLYN DODGERS
Played on the team with Jackie Robinson
In fact, Mr. Black and Mr. Robinson were room mates
Mr. Black was also a former Corporate VP at Greyhound Bus Lines
He worked at the former Corporate Headquarters in Phoenix, Arizona
That is where I met him, and he became my Mentor and Hero
Mr. Black had given me two books of Afro-American Achievers
The book appropriately titled, “THEY ACHIEVED SO CAN YOU”
My Mentor was an Achiever being a mover and Shaker
Foundation established
As a Teenager back then was fascination.
I was surrounded by encouragement being blessed in getting wisdom from an all-time great
Mr. Black helped me realize in my own possibilities and to focus on accomplishing my very own
It consisted of believing in myself and enforced purpose
During the Teenage years, you don’t think on establishing, but failure and doubt runs through the mind
Through experience cutting through the hard knocks is where I was establishing myself
However, I often wondered, but thought in the principles given by Mr. Joe Black
I was the Achiever within.
Mr. Black’s words were my floor plan having an agenda
He saw my capabilities with assurance and no blockade
I am reflecting back on history quality fact in being guided in doing and knowing
Playball for me is playing the game and staying in the game in making strides
in what would become victory
Playball to me means having courage and stand out in being determined
There’s no can’t nor won’t, but shouts of encouragement in fulfill
Mr. Joe Black is deceased and died when he was in his 70’s, but his motto lives within me being his legacy
I have my own legacy in follow what I did, and you can too
Every try is an effort and believing in knowing you can
Thank You Mr. Joe Black for being my Mentor and showing my purpose in life in assurance of my own breakthroughs
Play ball