Swish-Stuff?
they used the same
format as tradition basket ball
all the rules are the same
up until about 2001 in the nba
they use a concept were
three men on both team starts the game with a coin flip
"the roundos Monto" period is a 4;00 minute addition
that starts on the visiter side with the coinflip winner
with the ball.
all points are added to the regular game.
after the 4;00 period the game will start with a jump ball
in a game with alot of fouls the referee can take one point of the players
score. The concept is done to reintroduce the players and teams before the actaul game begans it is a fan and television interest idea that is used
to create the interest into the actual game ,sequenses and processes.
It's great because ateam can use playrs who are usaully benched
to showcase there talents.
the three on three aspect is unquie it allow to o learn and compare and discuss neaunce verses traditional concepts.
: planning, organizing, leading, and evaluatingCampogrande,Fallucca,Rulli
One:
Wake up slowly.
Admit it was never that deep.
Let your first word be hmmm.
Let your second be whatever.
Two:
Stretch, but not like you mean it.
Pop one joint, then stop.
You are not an overachiever.
You’re alive. That’s enough.
Three:
Brew something hot
and unnecessarily complicated.
Call it process.
Sip. Sigh.
Spill a little on purpose.
Four:
Reintroduce yourself
to color.
Start with gray.
Work up to a muted mustard.
No pressure.
Five:
Trust nothing that smiles too easily.
Except maybe dogs.
And one cashier
who says you’re all set
like she means it.
Six:
Throw out the list you made
of everyone who owes you.
Keep the one you made
of whom you survived—
remember who survived you.
Seven:
Don’t look for closure.
Just check your teeth for spinach
when you think you ate,
and get on with it.
So let me reintroduce myself as the poetic samurai as I cut through the tragic of life
As humanity embraces it's inner beast ,
And we became monsters of our own making
What you see is what you get ! Life is an illusion
And to see through the lenses of life you need a covenant eye
For all we see in this life is the evil that lives in the heart of men As brother guns down brothers
Our sisters seeking for money pleasure from these diabetes over grown men as boy friend so they diabetic income is insufficient of insulin to reduce the sugar income .
Like our men of God (prophesying the the unseen version) digging deeper for deep pockets sugar coated phrase of fraud
With heavy tithes on offer
Let me not run away from what we have become humanity has become more
Dangerous than the wild animals
So don't let me cut the truth into the lies we tell ourselves wen we go to sleep
We have become brain dead
Our brain cell will only comprehend money and sex
We betrayed kisses in exchange for selfies as
Desires become selfish
Teenage get sex before sex ads
As my thoughts constantly hit on paper to rewrite the past
Something’s happening, let’s call it sunrise, for now,
and summer vacation in Geneva, in umm.. 10 hours.
My heart-beat is spiking, like a flag or kite flying.
I’m leaving an empty room - making one last pass with a broom.
I’m stuffing my bag, with the last few things, for escape on aluminum wings.
My dreams, woven in bright, butterfly tapestries, are rolled and folded -
packed between urgent fantasies and harsh, time-sensitive practicalities.
I know you’re there, a quarter-world away, good news, pegasus awaits,
to streak gulf-stream high, over choppy oceans wide with mechanical fire,
its ice-cycle crystal contrail points, like cherub cupid's arrow, toward you.
Forget pixels, tech instruments, remote lifeline connections,
and prayer-like whispers over thin, criss-crossed wires.
I’m making my move, coming compass-needle true,
to press up close, reintroduce, extemporize and seduce.
.
.
music for this:
Someday by Sugar Ray
sunburn by almost monday
This Charming Man by The Smiths
Heaven by Los Lonely Boys
The garden is slowly reviving herself.
Waking up from her nightly slumber.
Showing her pinks, purples, yellows and greens.
Mariah the Merry Maid faces the sun.
Wondering whether she will need to water.
Will the dew be enough?
A reverent silence surrounds Mariah and her garden.
She takes a minute to reintroduce herself to daybreak.
Knowing daybreak will never disappoint.
The night shadows are quickly being erased by the sun.
The rays land on her back, encouraging and uplifting her.
It will be another fantastic day in Indiana.
coming down slowly
stop light welcome mat
negativity has no laxatives
minus sign forever constipated
wanna pick you up by making you get down
got some 40s rhythm and blues for you to vibe to
the pending divorce has you wanting to pull out your hair
poetic lefty to the rescue
coming down slowly
yellow light reluctant function
following the light to pure goodness
revived and revitalized thanks to a full eight hours of good sleep
wanna pick you up by making you get down
got some 70s gospel funk for you to get your praise on to with a kick
the longer than expected schooling for you banging your head against the wall
poetic lefty to the rescue
relax your wearied mind
allow me to reintroduce you to that unique smile of yours
i got the caesar salad prepared for you with the bleu cheese dressing that you cravy
i hooked you up with the ice cold bottled water as well
wanna pick you up by making you get down
you tell me to put on some nancy wilson
i catch your drift and the Sweet Spirit Queen's request
The triggering of an awakening
may not be so intense ;
Conceptually applied to a visual
may even appear exaggerated, yet
The minds eye searches the unknown,
Only to reintroduce itself, too Self....
Allow me to reintroduce myself –
Hello, I know it’s been a while.
Since we last met, alone.
Simultaneously, the odds capitulate.
The very epiphany of a victor, we are.
Allow me to reintroduce myself -
I know it’s been while, tell me how’ve been doing.
The reminder of past pain often gets in the way.
Of us.
The steel razor they hold tried to cut through your thick, thick scar.
Thick you are.
Thick are the brick walls
Comfortably numb with Mr. Floyd
But that’s just another void.
Vulnerability, it bleeds; yearning for truth.
Your truth.
Let me take you back to your truth.
Stand, don’t misunderstand
The demand is yours
Simply breathe.
Breath. In.
Exhale and sail.
Allow me to reintroduce myself –
Ride the waves with me.
You are brave.
Come out of your cave. It’s not too late.
Illuminate your Space.
Cosmos. Galaxies.
Full of wonder
Wonderful you are
Simultaneously, the odds capitulate.
The epiphany of victory, I am.
Hello my heart - allow me to reintroduce myself
One fateful day,
a lovelorn gentleman
walks into
a descending elevator
with a lady
with whom he finds
very attractive.
A once in a lifetime
opportunity!
A sliver of attraction
seemed palpable
from her end, too.
Pleasantries
were mumbled;,
the ice cracked
but didn't break.
Their smiles
were telling;
an augury
of what could've been.
The elevator parts
like Moses parted
The Red Sea,
and so did they.
Out she went,
walking far
out of sight,
but not out
of the man's mind.
What she said,
and what he heard
was a blur.
He's regretful
as the chance
to reintroduce
himself;
perhaps ignite
a spark of romance,
has passed him by.
Date written and posted: 06/27/2018
tears roll down your cheeks like pyramids of deflation
i never know how to fix it, so i choose to listen
what i discover are emotions that are oftentimes stranded in the rain of routine
we need to get the blood of our origin flowing again
knowing this, i reintroduce myself as that shy guy you met and fell in love with years ago
you, in return, let your hair down and put that same flower in your hair....on the left side
you then reintroduce yourself and we begin to playfully flirt and reveal new things about ourselves
it is somewhere in the heart of all the rediscovery that we begin to know each other again
the rain of routine stops when the TV is turned off and our ears are retuned in order to naturally and genuinely listen
our hearts begin to skip beats like jovial pebbles thrown from an inquisitive kid's hand
we renew and revitalize the love so tainted by the acidic stain of dissipation
laughter permeates the room in our minds like skyscrapers of inflation
The wolf is the ancestor of domesticated dog.
(Did you think we found our pets in prehistoric catalogue?)
That fact should be enough to make us tolerate the wolf
And to forgive his killing everything with a horn or hoof.
They keep eco-system in check by taking share of the big game.
But ranchers hate the wolves for sometimes taking prey that's tame.
They communicate with each other with howls and growls and barks and whines.
They kill and eat and then when saturated, another creature dines.
A wolf is not a grain eater, a wolf must have his meat.
If he is not allowed to kill, he and his family do not eat.
They have been exterminated from the most of this USA.
There are still some in Canada, Alaska, and parts of Northwest today.
Wolves live in large areas a contiguous habitat.
We're trying to reintroduce them and some folks do not like that.
Wolves keep big herds thinned and they take the old and lame.
Man shoots prize animals for the fun of it and calls his victims game.
Written 4/2/15
If I said you had a beautiful body
Would you hold it against me, sweet lady
What an opening line that would be
Guarantees you a slap, there matey
Why is it so hard for women to find men
That are sensitive, caring, and good-looking?
Because they usually already have boyfriends
Specially if they're also good at cooking
The difference between a husband and a dog
The dog still gets excited to see you
Sometimes I have to reintroduce myself
To my wife, “hi, we're married, we two!”
My birth certificate was a letter of apology
Dad got from the condom company
Let my mind wander and it didn't come back
That's no reason to get all uppity
The very worst time to have a heart attack
Is during a game of charades
Gotta hope you're really good at the game
And they call 911 before you fade
Okay here's one last giggle, hope you like it
Finally had to stop drinking because
Got tired of waking up in my car driving 90
Followed close behind by the fuzz
© Jack Ellison 2015
Nico Demus, yep good old Nico Demus. He was Jewish, fair I see.
Fair to say he was a stone roller, rolled stones.
Heresy can get one killed.
Guns are for protection mostly.
Best to have lots and never need them really, and ammo also. Yep.
Well, I just wanted to introduce , or actually to, reintroduce, Nico Demus.
It is my understanding some of you have read his story.
The dreams of our childhood
lay in the corner
lonely and cold.
The thoughts that we had played with
and their youthful promise
are growing old.
It seems we walk away
forgetting their face
we can't even remember their name.
We close our eyes
we lose our focus
and our lives are never the same.
Sometimes we get lucky
someone comes along
to reintroduce us to our heart.
Yes, I'm one of those lucky ones
you've brought back my sight my love,
now I'm finally ready to start.
Come on in boys have a seat
mama and "the boots" are back
You know the ones, those
thigh high red suede boots,
any others hangin around
are just imitations
You there, you remember the boots
I am sure, sorry about the broken
arm n all but you shouldn't of
stolen them, I know, I know you
just borrowed them,
Miss, with your new figure
the boots should look better than
eve on your, they make everyone
look good
Hey Pops, I know your took a turn
in them, behind closed doors of course
how was the fit, bit wobbly dancin around
in them were you,
Hey you new guys and gals
who are not familar with the
boots maybe I will just have to reintroduce
them, here, you'll get to know the place,
it is called The Inkwell"
Many of the old timers can tell
you all about it the table dancin
all sorts of gettin down things
Prancin, dancin to the song Honey Honey,
Santa's got a Brand New Bag Blues
that sort of thing, the stuffs that makes
ya laugh, makes ya want to come back
time after time
Hey, me n the boots gotta boggie but
check back now n again
me n the boots will be here, yeah were
back
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