Long Team player Poems
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Gentleman locks the door I hear
Click
The sound of it echoes in my ear
It’s time to begin, my interview…
”...come into site of me…”
A voice in the darkness calls
Silence becomes the walls and
He motions my move with a hand
Enticing sound of a leather band
”...panties on the desk…” he says next.
Sir, my firm nipples confess,
I carry not these unruly mess of
Misguided obstructions
In the codes of my dress.
Allow me please another course
To demonstrate a skill of choice…
I want, to come and work for you
Just a matter of time ‘til you’ll want me too
Execute the tasks of this interview…
A little cream in your latte ’s due, I notice.
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Darkly heals of pointed action
Saunter soft to a hard attraction
... it was said, to put the whips on
Chest over desk in a slight horizon
Spread like an eagle and facing the Sun
Inspired to oblige… is a team player, Bond.
Prying eyes on the intercom
Taking notes and recording songs
Nothing isn’t noticed, her eyes a grin
Lifting skirt and exposing skin
Fabric of her blouse so very thin
Refreshing foam against the rim
In a cup of desire filled to the brim…
”...do you type…” he asked again
Like a wild fire replies the Wind
88 plus words in the whisper of a mind.
Form:
DREAMS NOTWITHSTANDING RHYME
Shape a picture
Shape your dreams
Dreams catcher
Dreams chaser
Chaser is fast
Chaser is slow
Slow runner
Slow track
Track of the costs
Track of the times
Times to rise
Times to land
Land mines
Land white
White power
White magic
Magic tricks
Magic charm
Charm down the skies
Charm under the stars
Stars twinkle
Stars are blind
Blind to a lover's fault
Blind to justice poke
Poke him in the nose
Poke him in the ribs
Ribs of the lungs
Ribs that fool
Fool for you
Fool to believe
Believe in luck
Believe to God
God is good
God is love
Love at first sight
Love amidst war
War against disease
War against the odds
Odds of survival
Odds of winning
Winning ticket
Winning team
Team player
Team efforts
Efforts and time
Efforts that rhyme
Rhyme with chords
Rhyme that sounds
Sounds
Chords
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** down under the sky and down under ME
08:55 pm, August 26, 2015
Ever since the game of baseball had begun,
nothing excites the fans like a walk-off home run.
In the ninth inning with a tie score,
hit a home run and you don’t have to play anymore.
Perhaps the bullpen did not save the game.
Having a tie score after the ninth is a shame.
This is a common thing that is hardly a quirk.
Extra innings to play means additional work.
If a home team player homers for the local crowd,
the fans with elation will cheer quite loud.
Inning after inning without runs brings frustration.
However, the home team scoring brings jubilation.
To be the team’s latest hero
is the greatest joy any player will ever know.
Translating ideas through energetic muscles
and calculative minds
is his doing
knowledgeable tricks and wise options
converted to the physical for the honour and glory
is his aim.
The one at the top of the chain
possesses his own repertoire.
A personality with tactical onus
is the one and only expectation.
Catastrophic it is;
when such a charisma is tempered with
An effective philosophy gives him fame
but ambiguity in strategy wins the point
a winning atmosphere brings out his etiquette
a loss- he treats so diabolical.
Every attack is a litmus test
mental kunfu blended naturally
with physical dynamism in display
closing down angles, tight markings
speed injection, courage cultivation,
identity-showing formations with opponent-neutralizing weapons,
massive onslaught, defensive solidity and quick counters
all for a harvest of victory
coming from the equations of his thoughts
watered by distinctive motivational skills.
A team player who's always outside the line
The football Manager is he!
Used to be a team player
Took a protective stance
Learned they were advantage takers
as only I advanced
There I was lending my ear
left talking to myself
yet again I’m seeing clear
I have nobody else
All the things I’d do for others
are never done for me
yet still they would mutter
we all act mutually
Telling me we were brothers
and valued equally
Oh I’m touched (sarcastic) flutters
knowing I’ve only me
what’s a friend who doesn’t give
and then deserves a favour
talks of a life they do not live
and paints their friends a failure
To self centred for a chat
they simply say don’t worry
make out you overreact
silenced in a hurry
Or they’ll label you a liar
talking for attention
laugh and say you’re desperate dire
mocking your fabrication
Expecting others show interest
when they’ve something to say
simple things that cause them stress
they speak of everyday
They’ll tell the world that they are selfless
always giving their time and wisdom
how every friend they have is hopeless
needing help with each decision
and how they cannot give away
as much as they have given
when they are suffering today
wore out by all their giving
The hero seeking sympathy
who gives so much to others
even when they make believe
these stories of what suffers
as they have a desperate need
the validation heroes offer
but now for once selfishly
the hero runs for cover
Aren’t they just a worn out angel
with friends that don’t deserve them
sad pathetic lying scoundrels
tolerated though a burden
without ever appearing thankful
taking all they’re given
for you must be so truly mental
if you believe this angels vision
Never trust the person
who complains they give too much
be aware you’ve heard them
sound completely out of touch
Eighteen years ago, a Halloween 'morn
With eyes of baby blue, Iyla was born
She grew, we knew, she came from the best stock
Perfect pedigree, Neikirk and Peacock
Her nature's in Nature, Earth and water
She loves travel and all that it's taught her
San Miguel stay nine months she did venture
Wait what!?!?! A Tanzanian adventure
Now high school grad, college credit galore
Time to decide what is next and in store
True team player saving funds for first year
Fashion, business...or both? Find her career
Sweet Iyla! The world is out there for you!!
SO proud! 'Tis the fam loves you through and through
The height of science and the width of commerce
in my dwelling place they merge
with the ambassadors of understanding
giving me their pledge.
Capturing the seat of the wise
and sitting over it,
covering its edge
as I wear the garment of knowledge.
So what's next?
My hands are filled with gold
My pockets, heavy with silver
these make me the Diamond myths
and the greatest team player
to financial strength.
I've been owned and followed
and my shadow, replaced with good health
as I'm possessed and romanced
by wealth.
So what's next?
Occurrences and happenings, I'm the doer
Planting the seed of what's to happen next,
like a sower
with all authorities and rulership
placed lower
is the extent of my unbelievable power.
so what's next?
Acquiring all possible knowledge
accumulating unbelievable possessions
and becoming the greatest principality
the world has ever known
without positively touching a life
and making a soul smile
is going through a clothing store naked
and coming out naked
with everything in the world just strings.
So what's next?
DEATH!
Leaving behind all the attachments
as they drop in command of hades
vanity upon vanity;
all is vanity.
Why do others just remember
The bad things you do forever
One or two mistakes and you
Hear of them your lifetime through
But the good things you've accomplished
Seem to disappear and vanish
Without a trace of "good job"
Helping others is so hard
When you want to do what's right
But darkness covers up the light
Every time mistakes occur
Deeds of goodness are a blur
No thank you's for what you've done
Your kindness just goes undone
As your yelled at more and more
Your good faith walks out the door
Knocking to get right back in
When others need you once again
This roller coasters up and down
What is going to be found
Sweet voices to recognize
The times you have always tried
To help and be a team player
Or a mean voice that will slay ya
With harsh words that condenscend
When will this ride ever end
It's always a daily battle
Your nerves start to shake and rattle
With so much anticipation
Good times or bad aggravation
Will you be right on the top
Or take a fast and deep drop
To the bottom where you'll stay
Until you start to climb your way
Back out with one more good day
Where you want to always stay
all the work i do
all the sweat and tears i've shed
only to get to this moment of disappointment
not in how i do my work,
but the people who surround me
looking down on me as if i'm worthless
I am saddened by the disapproval of my peers
this is why i'm going to leave
start over in my life
branch out and explore my
career options
so when i'm gone
remember all the times
you counted on me to come through-
and i did
now who are you going to count on?
is it the people who are all about themselves?
their incentive and numbers?
are they the ones who are
going to go that extra mile
to make up for those who slack
hide in the isles and talk
is it the ones who take longer
breaks, because they don't
want to be there in the first place, but they want that paycheck or
is it the ones who are showed favoritism?
can say anything to their peers and
get away with everything, because they can do as they please
this was never my dream job to begin with
it bought my house, paid my bills,
but lacks so much more then what i want in life
i want to be respected, rely on on people
who i can trust
not those who sneer behind my back
is this a nightmare?
for now i'm going to sleep
when i wake will it be my reality?
is this how life is suppose to be?
so remember me when i'm gone
as a team player, because there is no I in TEAM
and this time around
I'll take one for the TEAM!
I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow,
The past year has been rolling sorrows.
My riches gone, my fame has waned,
And you that I loved, you died in pain.
I never thought that you would go,
At twenty-nine, cancer laid low
Those nervous days, the shaking chills
No doctor trained could cure your ills.
I notice more the cold, windy nights
I understand why some stop the fight.
This house of ours, no longer a home.
This team player, now on his own…
Remaining here amongst the past,
Is like living in a world of glass.
I have no job to lose myself in,
The fans have moved to the next big thing.
If we’d had kids there’d be a reason
To weather out this bitter season.
But they never came to us anyway,
I wonder then, what’s to make me stay?