Short Volleys Poems

sunny summertime
an exciting pitcher stands
on the baseball mound
~
summertime sunny
exciting players volleys
the white volleyball


7/26/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©...

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Barbed volleys 
Wound my heart.
Sieved and torn,
Crippled beyond repair.

I crawl,
Seeking  condonation,
For what I know not,
Content with scars.

Would that they disappear
Without trace,
To start afresh;
But barbs suppurate!...

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“Playing tennis without a net,”
  perhaps Robert Frost was right

Free Verse serves with no return,
  day volleys into night

One long shot into the darkness,
  an open end divide

Its message fades, an echo dim
  —with silence to collide

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)...

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To write poetry on the battlefield…
  intrepid from the heart

Its words to cover scars and wounds
  grief peeling back like bark

Each verse fired like a rifle shot
  with bayonet attached

All volleys sharp and to the point
   the blood spilled—turning black

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)...

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Pitcher deals.
Center snaps. 
Forward volleys.
Captain kneels.
Wing traps.
Road team rallies.
Runner steals.
Driver laps.
Bookies watch at O'Malleys.
Coach jaws.
Goalie paws.
Mothers pray.
Midfielder moans.
Winners eat macaroons.
Fathers look less gray.

Refs tally the time left
'Til the moon rises.
Fans leave, bereft,
Searching for further surprises....

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Fine if not 
I did 
It spoketh into mine own bloody ears
Mate
Bo
Blood E
Smoking timbers in the hatch 
Touchdown 
Says he 
With the wise head
And the big ol balls
Jewish smile 
Racist!
White well-meaning and poor taste of sense
Brilliant!

I heard it
The knuckled pause
The smoke and mirrors 
I heard the tutelary 
I looked up and grinned 
With semen falling in volleys 
Oh God
What has become 
Of me...

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