Short Ball Is In Your Court Poems

The ball is in your court, 
People need your support....

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I can’t get in the game~if you keep the ball on your side of the court...

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Rolling ball in a football court, passing from one to other
Fouling some with dribbling skill, bouncing well, flying slow and fast
Ball of time, oh! passing by, hit at time will celebrate best....

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At a time of conflict of interest 
Between you and other parties 
Allow the other to decide 
You will be his choice 
For your recognition
For his satisfaction 
Ball is in your court now
To play on...

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Your eyes have grown tired
hunting the fox and owl
You no longer hear peace
when the ball is in your court
Pay attention to yourself
The fields have grown trees
you walk bare footed on sandy loams
As the World seizes and falls on itself
The voices stand 40 seashells away
Wanting to walk on water
Are you taken in by their promises...

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Life has lots of give and take;
That’s just where it’s at.
If you ask for favors
Then expect in no time flat,
You’ll find the ball back in your court – 
A simple tit for tat.

Those we’re close to are exempt.
Then a welcome mat
Is always waiting there for you;
No need for standing pat.
But in every other case,
The norm is tit for tat....

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A lot of expectations as you grow older
Some of them you see coming
While most are jaw-dropping
And without permission walk into you

It is ironic the way people now see you
Can you do it? Is now a thing of the past
The words “no” is now very pesky
So you can’t help but say yes

When you are pushed against the wall
You have nothing but the wall at your face
So tall and sturdy, you just keep looking up
But surprisingly you always get to the top...

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Summers a plenty passed away, years later, father fate makes us meet again.
How different you are? I have changed too; yet the bond is still maintained.
'Winnie Cooper' you were, in my childhood; while I pretended to be 'Kevin'. 
Eons later now, I feel it once more; but alas! The gods had a different view.
Two paths ahead which one to choose, a dilemma it is for you to chew
All I can do - is to confess my love, and pass the ball along to you, to cue....

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I am sitting on my porch thinking about how everything feels muggy; I feel sticky. It is July sauna. Everything outside has stopped moving. Suddenly I jump almost out of my skin. A wasp has landed on my hand; the ball is in his court now. Whatever he has to tell me I will listen to as long as he spares my life.


                            wasp lands on my hand
                    my heartbeat stops in my throat
                                good point i tell him...

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