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The things I Wouldn’t Give
The things I wouldn’t give for you to be here with me,
This beautiful autumn,
To fill the silence with your sweet, sweet voice,
Speaking over nothing that really matters,
All that does is that you’re with me,
The things I wouldn’t give to be in your arms,
This frozen winter,
No one here to warm my hands but you,
To share a mug of hot cocoa,
Chocolate stains your upper lip,
Flirtatious giggles all around,
Both of us under one blanket,
The things I wouldn’t give to hold your hands,
The following spring,
Even as the animals look for a mate,
You can watch the tulips grow with me,
With it, grows my love for you,
The things I wouldn’t give to gaze into your eyes,
When the summer finally comes,
The days so long, lazy, and lucid,
We can play ball, and go to the beach,
Build sand castles,
Our hands covered in sand,
Yet interlaced together,
And all that matters,
Is that I’m holding your hands,
And looking into your eyes,
The things I wouldn’t give
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
I woke up this morning,
Believe me, I was ready to play.
For those of you
Who are unaware
Today's a gargantuan day.
Electrifying excitement
Alive and in the air.
There's nothing else quite like it
For anyone to compare.
Pine tar, rosin fragrance
And that of fresh cut grass.
The end of the baseball season
Has now come to pass.
Magnificent sound when a baseball
Contact’s a baseball bat.
Completing a walk-off homer
With a doffing of the cap.
The AL meets the NL
In world serious matter.
The loser goes home all alone
Disgraced and completely shattered.
Don't think for a moment
It was all fun and games.
It was a tough and very long season.
Even heartbreaking pain.
There was plenty of travel
Cold and heat.
Upset victories and
Humiliating defeat.
Baserunning blunders
Pitches gone wild.
Tears of joy
While others cried like a child.
Playing for a championship
Is tougher than seems.
Now it has come this
Living a baseball dream.
There were 30 teams that started
Now there are only 2 teams left.
Now we're going to crown the one
Who proves to be the best.
God bless America
Home of the brave and free.
Many gave up everything
For this game..you..and me.
Stand up and remember
Those who have departed.
It's the best of seven series
So let's get this party started.
Let's play ball!
Spring’s Salute
Somewhere
beneath the icy crust
a diamond awaits.
The laboring March sun
thins the crust
a layer at a time
sharpening
the edges
of crystal facets
unveiling
the faded sparkle
of old smiles.
April winds
waft earthen scent
of joy
summon
the hope
of passing clouds
sprinkling color
across diamond’s
green.
Silence lifts
upraised on shouts
of Spring
soft soil
awaits the touch
of happy feet
flags bask
slow dancing
in the sun
salute Spring’s
halcyon call
,,,PLAY BALL,,,
©3/17/2017
submitted to SPRING TIME – Poetry contest
I trusted you-that was stupid!
I was just a kid- you were so stupid!
What's love got to do with it!
I was just a kid.
I was just a kid...how dare you!
Think of me that way-how dare you!
Look at me that way-how dare you!
Touch me that way- how dare you!
You were always dressed in white. (I looked up to you)
You took away my pride. (I looked up to you)
So go on now, do your show of prayers.
Let's see if someone cares.
Every day you taught me well,
Reading, writing and to spell.
Why not teach me to do good?
And YOU do only what you should!
You helped me to climb rocks,
even to put on my socks.
You were like my big brother,
You said "Don't tell your mother".
You taught me to play ball,
Helped me make the team.
Helped me through it all,
You took away my self esteem.
I remember well, that look in your eyes,
Why don't you pick on someone else, your own size!
Only God can help me now, with all my rage,
Find someone else to play with, your own age.
Some people don't believe it, some even blame me too
But God will be the final judge, between me and you.
January 15,2013 revised October 6,2015
Larry and his Sheep Dog Scruffy
Are together always on the road
Larry has knowledge of gardening
So he is well known by all
Larry has a huge van
So he packs what tools he needs
Even brings his lawn chair
As well his dog Scruffy and beer
He works from house to house
His dog Scruffy keeps him company
When the gardening is done
Larry and Scruffy play ball
When Larry's job is done
They play ball together
They are company for each other
Larry my gardener sits on my deck
He is a gnome sits in a lawn chair
His hat is red pointy on top
His beard is long and white
Green jacket,blue pants
the boots he wears is black
Scruffy is a two tone color
Lit grey and white in color
With a bright pink tongue
Scruffy is my statue dog
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.
The grass is green on the field today.
Another baseball season is under way.
“Play ball” is what the umpires will say.
We all cheer for “THE” team of our choice.
It is a favorite “GAME” throughout the nation.
The stands are composed “OF " many a resounding voice.
We give our “BASEBALL” heroes a standing ovation.
The month of April “IS” the beginning of the season.
Spring training games were “PLAYED” before the start.
The teams are banking “ON " going all the way.
To make it through “A” long season, you’ve got to have heart.
Players, lets take the “FIELD” and play ball today.
I gave this poem nine lines to signify the nine innings in a typical baseball game.
Robert Pettit for the “Middle of the Road” contest
Sponsored by H Garvey Daniel Esq.
“Want to play ball?” cackle of witch.
Play’n cards dispersed on pew.
Who knew this is the day they’d pay;
Their church doors close for good.
A knock at window breaks; no bat.
Hot blob of monster ball
is hurled, a hit - an eight feet orb
attacks in Devon moor.
The smoke and sulphur fills the air;
A vanishing neat trick.
T’other ball smashes window glass.
Who’s the show for? The church?
The time is nigh, nestled in now -
Century regardless.
The flames of hell might visit you.
You’ve faith to hide in church?
“…Can a person hide in secret places where I cannot see him?”
…”Do I not fill the heavens and the earth? …”
—Jeremiah 23:24 CSB (portions)
No creature is hidden from Him, but all things are naked and exposed to the eyes of Him to whom we must give an account.
—Hebrews 4:13 CSB
Leftism is tyranny,
with no respect for rights,
say a thing against them
you’ll be cancelled that night,
since free speech isn’t useful
if it goes against them,
all while claiming ‘compassion’
to confuse stupid men.
They seek to take your weapons,
cold logic to their thoughts,
knowing if you are disarmed
then all hope will be lost,
Like all dictators past
they’ve come to realize
you can’t be marched to the camps
if you can make them die.
No respect for property,
some say it don’t exist!
Since, if they own everything,
again you can’t resist.
No respect for voting,
with fraud at every turn,
defening the country
with their ballot-printer,
flooding us with aliens
to vote illegally,
bribing those same people
with our cash endlessly,
not caring that this kills
the voices of us all,
don’t want to represent
free souls that won’t play ball.
The very idea of rights
they scoff at all the time,
says they all come from the state,
an idea quite malign,
if rights come from the state
then they were never rights,
rights can’t be taken away,
if they try you have to fight.
They reject the notion
some things are beyond man,
this always leads to tyrants,
since they don’t understand
that without higher powers,
and fear of being judged,
corrupt men think they are Gods,
which leaves everyone f-cked.