The score was even, nine to nine.
Coach said they were doing just fine.
The Ref tripped and fell,
released a fierce yell,
"Stick that puck where the sun don't shine!"
old pals mask the shock of new from view
future proofing what could emerge
from the veiled periphery
in eye's neutral corner
waiting for the ref
to call 'You're out!'
before bell
rings next
round,
'Times
Up'
the past casts doom
to overshadow the new
The hapless darkened hours approach,
The storm came from the backdoor.
The first cold drops of rain arrive,
Let’s seek shelter once more.
Why should we be afraid?
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
I’m not askin’ anything bright,
I’m not asking for more.
You gave me what we deemed is right,
I ask for nothin’ more.
Still, I’m afraid we’ll get wet.
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
Oh that the blessed calm would return,
You might ask for some more,
I’ll give you back what you deem right,
Whatever that may be,
I am afraid no more.
Ref Just hold my hand, Luv,
Just hold my hand.
I ask for nothing more, luv,
Just hold my hand,
As tight as you need.
Forward motion is caught by the ref,
obviously not following the maestro.
On the line of scrimmage ready to go,
too quick with that jump from their spot.
Barrels of ambition elbows will rub,
a return for a touchdown fill my quota!
Lighting up a Jumbotron with control,
like a boss threw a perfect spiral ball.
Sitting on my hands in the nosebleeds
entranced by every move they make.
All I want is a touchdown extravaganza,
so don’t get sloppy. No interceptions.
On the road or with an at home scenario?
Never doubt the power of the 12th man.
Anunnaki verses the Nephillians
up next....stay tuned in
action like never before!
Welcome back:
the combatants are in the ring!
A stalling tactiac by
Mussumotto
of the Annunaki.. all while
Vallis destractes
the ref!
Ring announcer two...Geniunus on his part
watch this...
chockblock!
the big guy is down.
Big guy all these guys are
huge!
A.#2.. Huge but this guy right
here can wrestle!
He can Move around in there
like
Bandez the Magnificent
he is one of the best tech wrestlers
active in the pro's
right now.
You don't have to
beleive me just watch!
Bandura is great too!
Chunking foul hook
backdrop!
this guy is specail!
I’ll be here right beside you
in the darkness when you call.
I’ll be the one who makes sure
that the last leaf doesn’t fall.
I’ll be here watching over you
though all others are gone.
I’ll be here though you’ve lost the strength
and will to carry on.
I know that it’s your darkest hour.
I know it’s hard to see.
I know because one time I faced
a darkest hour for me.
So, hold on tight to what you see -
that last leaf on the vine,
and I’ll go paint that masterpiece…
and then it is my time.
(Ref: Last Leaf by Oliver Henry)
Time to take care
Of health at home
Kitchen affair.
Full ref with goods
Fresh from green farm
From toil unfold.
Cook food ensure
Full pack belly
Smile glee heart.
Share table full
Mouth full true joy
Thank God we're bless.
shoulda ben rimes in timing, short of
I am bik meteor. a lit a bit of funning,
co lab adorashun with fella slurpers,
alfa betting by tossing in a bowl
or turning in a flying bed, as sheep
are worn out by leaps and counting,
running on sentences, perhaps
cross ref rencing guilty teens
and hanging dirty laundry
for all two see, hang ink on
lim or icks, as i transverse
the u and verse,
o go on u say and i shell
simmer in a pot, hoping
its the won of gold
but i dont want no
leper con and rain bow
or stoopid cupid to steal
my home in outer space,
so i scribble a crostic
Two people of equal weight
Strong muscles straining
Both suddenly subdued with spiteful hate
Hand and buzzer the winner ordaining
In truth the real sport
Is the judging of the referee
Here the fighters are in his court
And he moves like a boat across the sea
The fact is that he moves across the ring
Slithering and crawling
All waiting for the finial ding
Or the contestants still and sprawling
Striped shirt with logos on either sleeve
Sponsorship like the fighters in the match
Except his own body does he heave
And both rule breakers and winners does he catch
Sometimes moving on head and toes
So he can spot the smallest changes
All to see the joys and woes
And anger’s varied verbal ranges
So, put simply, this is his domain
With the expert eye of a professional chef
He goes through the most entertaining strain
Enjoy watching the ref
The bell rings out loudly, signals the start,
must earn my keep through the pugilist’s art,
my foe is a tall one, beats me in reach,
to get in close my trainer sought to teach,
where those long arms won’t do him any good,
but right now his jabs hit link planks of wood,
I bob and weave, and I duck some of them,
but he’s a trip-hammer, again and again.
Duck and dive in, swing straight for hit gut,
just missing his skull, and a nasty headbutt,
like old Marciano, I pound at his ribs,
to steal the man’s breath, like Mickey Ward did.
He grimaces, struggles, but doesn’t play tough,
just does the smart thing, and ties my arms up,
the ref break us up, both of us can breathe,
then jabs come again, my eye starts to bleed,
but I break the jab, and drive close on in,
the blood just the cost for getting near him;
a hard way to make a dollar, that’s true,
but what else is a man like me to do?
I’ve known all along that I ain’t that smart,
and always got by on muscle and heart.
Oh, new day will dawn
On us from above
Filled within
Agape Love
Because our God is loving and merciful
He will give light to those who live bountiful
In the dark and in deaths in dead of shadow hearts
He will guide us into the way of peace not lost
Lighting up the way
Always such sweet, sweet release this new day
ever so sweet AGAPE LOVE SWEET RELEASE
6/25/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
Ref. St Luke 178-79
Nice job, high wages
Nice car, nice house, ref full pack
Living a good life.
!51+alabaster
Bender Biscuit
Jab_rightcross
Gut Wrench-
Fleeing the hold.
ah-ooh
ah-ooh
chopin
reversed
big chopin
told me
there it is!
referre contact
stay out of the action
there the bell
the outside ref made the call!
we wanna see the other camera angle
the
Big Kualwhonah
looks to be
our winna!
Aint to many
satisfied fans here
according to these boo's
let go to the ringannoucer
for the decision
" i wish That Gal
from Kentuckey was her"
hold my saddle
trim my toenails
ye Hah! a snapping whip!
oh hardy, the soup
thick and meaty!
Dip my bread in the bowl!
Skim off the grease< I'm hungry"
"Boney better get to the table first"
"Aint no tip
cause it steaks in here !"
I thought to change one hair tonight
from white to black, atop my head.
It seemed a try would be alright
while lying here upon my bed.
I called out to the powers that be
in all their forms amidst the sky,
but nothing changed at all for me
though I had given my best try.
I guess it’s human nature
to control the things at hand.
To try and make sure everything
works out the way you planned.
We swear upon the heavens
and it brings down all the rain.
We swear upon the earth and find
it only leads to pain.
We swear upon our heads and find out
just how much we lack,
for we cannot so much as make...
one white hair turn to black.
... Ref Matthew 5:33-36
You sit there rocking,
no more people talking,
drifting with the wind across the grain.
It’s peaceful like you planned it.
No one make’s demands it’s
quiet now and every day’s the same.
It’s a shame
that something pure and free,
became a ball and chain tied to misery.
Like an island separate from the land,
the waters made you miss the life you planned.
So you sit there rocking,
the voices that once talked to you have all…
withered away.
Was it the hardness
or something in your veins
that never let hold the things you own?
Just like you sip black coffee
but hate the taste,
you block the world away
but hate to be alone.
Such a shame
that something meant to be,
blinded you to what you could have seen.
Now you know
what you were looking for
was just a winding road toward a closing door.
So sit there rocking
with no more people talking,
drifting with the grain...
whichever way the wind blows.
Ref: The Clover Tune, Mandolin Orange
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