Squeeze Play
The sun and the moon.
They play their tune.
As we dance along.
Thinking we know the song.
But the rhythm changes.
As the days estrange us.
We try to keep time.
With what's left to rhyme.
Our senses pay expenses.
With heart felt defenses.
Not knowing the cost.
Of what's left and what's lost.
Hope and faith get's misconstrued.
When good intentions become crude.
And we are left with nothing to say.
As life works out it's last squeeze play.
First female Pres faced one awful hurdle
Intimidated, her brave lips curdled
She twisted and she squirmed
Met resistance too firm
No way she could slip into that girdle
Here at the gate,
The old year turns;
A moving fate,
Waits on new churn.
So many days,
Of that and this;
Hurl of old ways,
A poignant bliss.
Here and now see,
A brand new year;
Crisp and breezy,
With lovely cheer.
So many thoughts,
As ideas come;
Squeeze play and plot,
Watch for warm sums.
Glimpse profound show,
Each day a gem;
Discern and know,
Fruits on the stem.
Leon Enriquez
31 December 2018
Singapore
bunt down third base line
runner on third sliding home
close play at the plate
laying down a bunt
runner at third coming home
close play at the plate
Night and day, twenty-four hours
A day of mine and a day of yours;
This is the day the Lord created
He gave us life, by Him, dictated.
Morning, noon and night
All we do is fight
We battle our emotions
Because the Lord gave us no options.
The is the day the Lord gave
Living chained I am His slave;
For doing this and that
Treating me like a spoiled brat.
Wars accumulate, hatred expand
And I? Should I give a helping hand?
The is the day the Lord provided
His ten rules obviously one sided.
Paedophiles allowed to humiliate
Rapists forever intimidate;
Mothers destroys pregnancies
While fathers full of felonies.
This is the day the Lord gave life
Torture, persecution and strife;
The is the lord who gave us the day
In total Command and us in squeeze play.
Note: The CYO is the Catholic Youth Organization for teens. Really enjoyed all the
activities they held, especially the hayride picnic!
The teenage girls brought baskets filled with food
While the boys braced for a romantic mood
I packed turkey and some rolls
But my basket, it had holes
Brushed off my mate’s gestures, not to be rude
The full harvest moon shone brightly above
And other couples were pursuing love
Pete and I dated for years
I, a virgin, filled with fears
Erotic moments he felt deprived of
So as I fumbled through my worn basket
Pete saw me as virginity’s mascot
The turkey, it was still there
Rolls had fallen out, but where?
I dove into the hay, the rolls to get
Peter dove too and the carriage did sway
Though I wasn’t ready for his “squeeze play”
I sought only food’s treasure
This picnic proved a pleasure
That’s how I got my first roll in the hay
Entry for Carol Brown’s “Picnic Time” Contest. Some truth to this, but Peter was still
feeling "deprived" after the hayride.
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