As the wind cascades out in a frenzy motion
Nephophilia, a thudder crave
Exclamation is a sudden urge
Since soft cotton candies switches to pastels and iridescents
Looking up close
Still immeasurably far
The old regime of sunrise and sunsets finna come up to horizon
where moons and suns collide
stars surrounding them
blues and whites around them
casting shadow of white daisies
So small and wrecked
spurting a yelp of joy, when a cold breeze wheezed out
In blues and whites
they gleam
As a boon to the demure daisies
It is eternal
Feverishly eternal
When they run about in adorbs
It is mushiness and sweetness scattered all over in the morn
This is where I am, in this season
the season to hold upon these clouds
to hold as tight as it gotta be
This season is everlasting
this season to swim the length of the sky
Just for the blues and whites
Just for the blues and whites...
Snow falls and day light dims
As the snow get so thick that it covers my Rims.
As the sun goes down we play around,
Snowball fights and as the day loses light.
CLOUDS
AS WHITE AS THE SNOW
CAPTIVATING AS THE SHOW
WHITE AS MY SNOW
My son Kevin is a fine young man
With a positive attitude and the motto “yes I can”!
His energy is amazing and there’s no challenge too great
Results oriented like his mom, he’s a winner out the gate
Anything mechanical a piece of cake for gifted hands
Fast cars his passion as we watch from the stands
A Navy vet for which we are proud
Lots more to tell but there’s too big a crowd
This message should be perfectly clear
I will always hold my son Kevin dear!
Do you honestly believe?
Look deep into your soul,
The magic we seek is like gold.
I truly believe,
As if it was foretold.
The stories of old,
Look and behold,
Listen to your heart,
There are many that disregard,
Yet, our destiny has shown us to believe indeed.
Our Sooner magic,
It must be perceived,
So, let's go and retrieve,
The prize that is ours,
That must be received.
Our Mind, Body, and Soul,
It is our ultimate goal.
The TOWER of POWER,
Is within OUr grasp,
This alone will make us the champs!
Dedicated to the Oklahoma Sooners
Winning the Big 12 Softball Championship.
April 5—Get a sport into a poem!
Make Baseball Great Again!
It is time
to make American baseball
Great again
starting with creating a worldwide
baseball competition
with each season
with the national champions
competing in a World Cup World Series
with the final round pitting the
North American Champions
against the winners of Africa,
Asian, Europe, and South America
with the final rounds
best of seven
always held in the U.S.
The other things to do
include rapid expansion plans
including the MLB teams
adopting local schools and colleges
fully funding baseball programs
and only hiring college graduates.
as players.
and making tickets affordable
no more than ten dollars per game!
if they do this,
we can make baseball
once again the best sport
in the U.S.
Let’s all join together
to make baseball great again!
Play as you wish
There are no boundaries
Taste me eat me
I am your dish
Do as you wish
There are no boundaries...
Note.Johny Boy use me as a toy...
She’s a daughter of those West Virginia hills.
Each morning she comes down from the holler,
And catches the bus going to another county.
She goes to a fancy, newly consolidated school
Some of the teachers think she’s a slow learner
Her shyness punctuated by a bothersome lisp,
On the playground, however, she’s in demand
For her slow pitch is even better than grand,
With each strikeout her whistle is low and crisp
She convinces her skeptics; she’s a page turner,
And she knows the meaning of The Golden Rule.
Not given to girlish ways, she’ll never be dainty
In the face of adversity, no youngster is calmer,
She’s a daughter of those West Virginia hills.
written January 26, 2022
[my unique Reverse Rhyme
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WHY YOU COACH?
You will have one Parent that is unhappy.
You will get a bad call from an umpire.
Your pitcher may be having a bad day.
Your batter may be scared to get hit by a pitch.
You will play a team better than yours.
But this is not why you coach.
You coach because, you want to see improvements.
You coach because, you want everyone to have fun.
You coach because, you want everyone to play as a team.
You coach because, you’ve been there and you want to give back what you learned.
You coach because, you want to pass down your experience of excellent coaching.
You coach because, you love the game.
You coach because, it’s not about you.
It’s about them!
If baseball were life and
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place your brain goes to die.
Of all positions and spaces of Play,
I prefer to be out in Left Field.
There's no place Home.
(Always keep the ball on your eye.)
Hooray!
Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.
She skis down sugary mountain tops.
He begs his coach to play shortstop.
Footballs, field goals, fumbles.
Touchdowns, tackles, tumbles.
My mother keeps warm with hot brown drinks,
as I learn to skate on chilly rinks.
A sadly splintered hockey stick, from a two-quick hat trick.
A winning catch is cradled in a well-loved mitt.
Tiger wins with a hole in one.
Miniature golf is much more fun.
Double dribble the whistle blows.
Excitement on the court grows!
Busy balls dunked in their hoops.
"Hooray" the three cheers for the ALLEY -OOP!
This is Football,
Rise Lay Fall,
Just have ball,
The game is more about the fitness,
Which is not one easy business,
Along with coordination, strength and stiffness,
You need willpower, patience and swiftness,
Drilling the ball with complete calmness,
Hoofing the ball shows you are fearless,
Chip shooting the ball over the opponent player head,
Dirty shoes clits , clothes drenched in sweat & Blood shed
This game can be played in sun, rain wearing tread,
Thrilling ,amazing is the bracing goal from the head,
The forward are like the hunters with a spearhead,
Middles are souls of the game who are dispread,
If the goalie misses the ball the team is dead,
Teams give’s best shot for chances thin as thread,
This game is very popular, enriching, fanatical and widespread.
If you’re lucky…if you’re blessed you can discover joy at any time…in any place…I remember the day I found it…of all places…upon a child’s face.
I remember we were far removed from fortune and from fame…sitting in the stands at a child’s softball game.
I watched this little girl strike out…on three pitches…without ever swinging the bat…I watched her smile all the way to the dugout and I thought…how’d she find joy in that?
Next time up she got a hit and that same smile crossed her face…the same smile as she took off and landed safe on second base.
She played the field wearing that same smile and immediately I thought…that smile appears on her face when the ball is hit…whether she catches it…or not!
She played with the same joy when she did well…when she made the perfect play as she did when she made an error…when she threw the ball away.
I remember watching the game that night and becoming happily aware…her joy wasn’t in how well she did…her joy was just being there.
And mine too…as I thought to myself…how lucky that I came…and how blessed to discover the face of joy…at a child’s softball game.
A RECIPE FOR FUN
Author: Dennis Howe
February 2001
Take ten
seasoned ball players and throw
in a large pinch of leather and aluminum.
Put the mix on a dirt field in the shape of a diamond
and add some green salad grass for color. To this, add
another ten seasoned ball players with a large pinch of leather
and aluminum. Raise the heat slowly to about 80 degrees, with a
few clouds for partial shade. No mud. Slight breeze, but no wind.
Add two pitchers of medium grit. Marinade some team spirit and
sportsmanship. Dice some Twinkies, sunflower seeds and chewing
gum. Sprinkle with water and soda pop to taste. With a yellow ball,
at game time, stir all these ingredients together with grounders,
foul balls, fly balls, base hits and home runs, and garnish with a
strike-out or two. Do not add sliding. Sugar, sweat, and verbal
spices can be chopped in at this point. Scoring is to taste and
recorded for future reference. Pour these flavored items
in to a large softball bowl, and then separate into
individual servings on Saturdays at Jaycee Park.
Finish with a handshake, pat on the
back, and a hearty..............
"see ya next week".
You
incinerated me
embracing me like
the inferno of Hades
burning away
my walls
my defences
See my need
within
the depths of my eye
feel my longing
as my body quivers
taste my love
with each fiery kiss
Hear me
cry out to you
in silent pleading
let me not
be consumed
In the smoldering ashes
of apathy
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