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Handshakes and hugs and “it’s been a long time” kisses
Meeting the husbands and the Mrs.
Pictures being shown of kids and grandkids
Some of the men with no hair on their lids
From Paris, France and other faraway places
Reunite friends wearing older faces
Singing a chorus of “I remember you”
Even on occasion when they really haven’t a clue
Varsity jackets fitting a bit too tight
Remembering the days we were Alter Knights
Yearbooks that through the years have survived
Passed around so old memories can be revived
Thirty-five years in the blink of an eye
Some tears being shed for the few who have died
Congratulations to the Kettering Alter Class of ‘76
Many happy returns is my 35 year reunion wish
A tall baseball player with a bat, he knocks it clear
out of the park!
Whilst other boys sit so comfortably at their home,
he is a Varsity player, under bright lights, in the dark!
So goal-driven, a handsome senior, with his own car,
how responsible is he!
With a room full of trophies and shiny, ebullient, joy
filled, team memories.
I know all the practice times and games that brought
you such baseball success here.
Both losses and wins, now bring his parents, myself
And friends to their feet and loudly cheer!
You are a picture of a compassionate heart. brimming
with joy and fiery determination.
For in our family, quitters and excuses, just don’t
cut it, in this American nation!
Your parents, get much credit for sending you to a
private school, where you learned God’s laws.
To add to your busy schedule,you study the Bible
on your own, this puts me a state of awe!
Patriotism runs in our family with passion, and you
look forward to the November election and voting!
You have wanted to vote since age ten…a red, white
and blue heart….most worthy of notiing.
Our lovely town, just won’t be the same next year,
without your laughter, goodness, and bright smiles in it.
But dearest Grandson, God bless you, in your academic studies.
in college next year, I just know, you’ll be a scholarly hit!
I am so glad, that God in his goodness, gave you to our family,
and He will guard you in all your winsome ways.
Spread your goodness and happiness wherever you may go, as
we llght colorful candles with joy~ and no delay.
Happy Birthday, Grandson
A dedication to my beloved grandson.
Tall, witty, well-educated and then some!
9/1/2024
She was a beautiful girl
Dark and plush like her dad,
I held her in my hands,
Smiling was she, the eldest
Of my sister's motherhood.
She has grown up now,
She is a woman,
A fool with dirty cash has caught her,
It was her younger sister first,
Now safely hidden at varsity,
Thug is brainless with money,
A few ciders and grills,
My niece has a worm in head,
She cannot see beyond
The shrinking horizon of lynx money.
My little girl,
Stop that enterprise,
There is no reality in it,
It is an unjust, shameful relationship.
Who are you to tell me that?
You are not my father!
Little niece,
Have you ever seen your father?
As a kid, I had a brilliant plan—
Become a dentist! Be The Man!
White coat, big bucks, drills that whir...
Then I saw my cousin’s clinic—Brrr!
The smell alone could curl your soul,
I noped right out, no toothy goal.
Next up: Baseball! I had the swing!
A Little League semi-almost-king.
Parents cheered like I was Babe,
Though I mostly warmed the bench in shade.
Scouts? None came. (Shocking, I know.)
So I let that dream... quietly go.
Then hoop dreams rose in high school halls—
I could dribble, pass, and almost ball.
Varsity? I gave it a shot,
But turns out, talent—I had not.
Coach picked others, and I stayed sane,
Dodged early fame, and homework pain.
At last, I thought, “Let’s try the brain!”
Books, not balls, would be my lane.
Still played for fun, just not the pros,
(Except in dreams, where anything goes).
Years rolled on, life found its groove,
My hands got steady, found their move.
Not on a bat, nor tossing a ball—
But fixing bones from big to small.
From fractured dreams to fractured hips,
I made my peace with life’s quick flips.
An orthopedic doc I came to be—
Not rich from teeth, but hey—it’s dad’s son!
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
Why the long face, son? Did someone die?
Aw, Dad. I flunked my math exam
Did you do your level best, son?
I did, Dad. I studied so hard for the test
You know that's all I ask of you, son
And everything is always for the best. Right, Dad?...
What's up, son? Are those tears streaming down your cheeks?
Aw, Dad. I didn't make the varsity basketball team
Did you try your level best, son?
You know I did, Dad. I trained so hard last summer
That's all I can ask of you, my son
And everything is always for the best, Dad...
Is everything ok, son? You look like you saw a ghost
I did lousy on the law boards, Dad
Did you do your level best, son?
I don't know, Dad. I thought I did. But--
--But everything is always for the best, son. You know that by now.
You're right, Dad. Everything is always for the best...
Dad, you're not here with me on this Earth anymore
But your words live on inside me, and
They are of great comfort to me now, Dad
And you were right. Everything is always for the best--
I flunked the math exam because I was not meant
to be a statistician or a computer programmer
I didn't make the varsity team because I was not
cut out to be a great basketball player
I did lousy on the law boards because I never
really wanted to be a lawyer, not in my heart...
I'm a part-time poet now, Dad. That's right
My wonderful poetic friends and I are busy, busy
We create tempting, tasty dishes of Poetry Soup
~ And hereby serve up today's soup de jour, Dad
Everything really and truly is always for the best
February 11, 2019
Entry in "Repetition" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Watching the Debaters
Addendum 2 – The Varsity
By Franklin Price
8/7/2015
This round a media fiasco
For me to write in verse
Presentation of the top ten
Was much different than the first
As always the moderators
Slanted the show their way
Immediately quite evident
That they had come to play
The stating of the questions
And to whom they were addressed
A water boarding process
But only few confessed
Candidates mostly held their own
Whether liking it or not
I think they showed us who they were
And what it is they've got
If they got together
Yes that's all the seventeen
Without the help of media
To see which way to lean
And honestly discussed
What this country really needs
Without all of the TV talk
And the hyber spacing feeds
Would find it's not about them
Mirrored fairest in the land
It's about this country's people
The real players in the band
So this is my opinion
There was not a victor's fist to pump
Only one who looked quite foolish
And that was Mister Trump
~~ A Grandmother’s Memoirs~~
God, did indeed, more than bless me with jeweled, precious memories.
And a family living so near. That’s no small thing, these days, when you only see family, once a year!
I held my grandson since a babe, I fed and changed him everyday, while his parents worked to secure a future for them all.
I had the joy of seeing him taste his first drop of rain.
I watched him grow and master the piano.
And the best was ……he learned the Bible. He still studies it each day.
He made movies on my iPad, such a creative a child and pleasant tyke, he was!
A barrel of laughs he always was.
I cried when he had to go school, but picking him up daily, was my pleasure and the golden rule.
I have all his McDonalds toys, race cars, soldiers that still wait for him. But in my heart grieving for days long gone.
A Little Leaguer since age six!
Then Tournament baseball. I saw him less and less.
Sixteen years so quickly passed. I want them back, but they live on, in my heart’s chamber beating in the velvet folds of the night.
Now, he travels the states, and to improve pitching ….
He shall never know, how my hours, breaths
days, years, he made so enriching!
He just made the Junior Varsity Basebell Team.
Edward, my six foot, tall grandson-king!
2/9/2023
EAGLES ENCOUNTER
Mi was doing my nite rounds..
then was a student at a local varsity
when i had an encounter with them eagles
they offer me peace...salaams..
but they were really trying
to appear nonthreatening
one of them asked mi a weird question
...how did you do it..
i perceived they were alluding
to the gift of sight..
dilly dallying around but they are..
all ears..i mention the fall..
suddenly there by my side scaring mi
or is it intimidating..
...what do you know of it...
only what you tell me..i replied
impatient eagles.. hard stances taken..
run to the USA even there floods
overtake thee..
and operative cleantone caps you..
The eagles aren't that bad
and they blend well with mortals..
This is Africa and immortals
walkin around aiint no big deal
we roll our eyes.. turn a blind eye..
We aint like them Americans
who have an obsession for the..
weird.. weird stuff of life..
miracles so rare in their land
they have to invent superheros
down here weird is the norm
and every one is given rite of passage
for this is tanateru.. this is gods acre..
and immortals have a rite of way
its the mortals who live down here..
you should watch out for...
the eagles land and leave
at times they snatch
the chicks from the hen..
and hubby rooster..
they don't bother us much
even kids don't fear them..
for they like to fly high..
and if i was an angel
wouldn't i protect them day and nite...
and if i were a bomb... i would never
explode..for the eagles landed-
and none was too wise...
Lewis k Nyaga,
KIRINYAGA FREE STATE..
This tale of my greatest performance
many may think insufficient and small.
I learned a lesson: Don't give in to chance;
if you want something, give it your all!
This tale occurred way back in seventh grade,
when everything is either do or die.
I led cheers in sixth at another school,
and was one of those chosen to now try.
The jury was the high school Varsity.
The competition: lovely Jannance,
who won EVERYTHING so easily
we other three stood barely a chance.
I would act like a cheerleader should be:
peppy, happy, and be sure to yell loud.
Jannance went first and softly spoke the cheer
She wouldn't be heard above any crowd.
Well, I cheered like there were no tomorrows,
and, later that day, I learned I had won.
A lesson I've kept through smiles and sorrows:
We can leap hurdles in life's distance run!
May 12, 2022
The Greatest Performance of my Life Poetry Contest
by JCB Brul
A First Place