One player bounced the ball 8 times
Before he hit each serve
And many grunt on every shot
Which gets on my last nerve.
My favorite has his own routine
Which smacks of O.C.D. –
He tucks his hair behind his ears,
Which everyone can see…
And then adjusts his clothing,
The exact same way each time.
It may appear annoying, but,
In tennis, it’s no crime.
I guess it’s commonplace in sports,
For comfort or for luck,
When the athletes show behaviors
Into which it seems they’re stuck.
even though you keep
your lips closed you're
speaking for me but it's
not some sort of trickery
or witchery but from
where i'm sitting
on your knee
some sort of
slight of hand
but your fingers
tickle my test
results that
i've always
known that
it's naturally
enlarged so
no harm no
foul while
i'm still your
dummy and
after the act
you will ex
actly put
me back
in the case
you keep
locked
so all my talking
stays blocked but
some day a
curious one
who seeks
to peek and
possibly
hear a
some
what
whisper
from your
or my trunk
but won't
make out
clearly me
other then
reading
what to order
from a chinese
menu for you're
and always will
be my ventril
oquist for the
thoughts i
think aren't
original
Rum-an-tics, Ro-man-tics
Rum-an-tics, ro-man-tics
So-lu-tion, trans-la-tion,
Drink vodka coolers
Sis would not drink a touch,
She’s not an ignorant fooler
Bless her sweet heart smoother,
Hope she’s around for
Forty more years or more,
She is the best sis in the west
If she could help anyone in duress,
Her magical feelings and heart
Is so invigorating and pure of heart,
There’s no one like her, only wish
I could be so much like her,
But I love my fondest wine coolers
They go down so fine and real super,
My sis is the best in the wild, wild- west.
Written: 6/7/15
Theresa Marie
We live life in fear of the unknown,
Scared of the inconsistency and judgmental ways of this world,
what if you literally could not help the actions you committed,
and instead of living life day to day you must live by the second,
like a NBA team in triple over time..
shouts,screams, eye twitches galore,
muscle spasms threaten the people around you and potentially yourself,
everyone looks at you as if you were crazy,
as if you were a character in a Stephen King novel,
People with Tourettes Syndrome are often down on themselves,
like fallen child stars,
but I hope each and every person living with Tourettes knows they are the model example of bravery
and give us all hope for the future,
I feel sorry but also anguish for all the people who laugh and pick..
they don't understand the fight of living life..
With Uncontrollable Tics
Slamming back from a pedigree
Feather weights accentuate
Dodge and dart, meditate
Throw down the majesty
Standing statue to lumbering birds
Grotesque reflects off the shin bone
Moses parting the red sun
Hauling banquets with captors
Captives sling up the frozen masters
Atomic beats streaking spleens
Intestinal with pesicide, the tics grow dreams
Split to dull gather, sending cinders
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