Referees getting paid to guess
They always miss the mess
I jump to block, they callin’ net
This always makes me so upset
One bad call makes us lose the game
The refs are always the one to blame
My coach yelling out loud
It sounds like a thundering cloud
The other team enjoying their time
We going to get them back sometime
Coming home filled with sadness
I wish they could get rid of this madness
Stay with me
Just want us to be
I hope we never grow apart
You are my sweetheart
You are something that I crave
Looking at you looks like an ocean wave
Please don’t let me go
I just want to know
I love you like winter snow
Even though you moved on
I don’t want this love gone
Hold me through the tears of pain
I hope you feel the same
Along came Autumn,
And she always seems solemn.
And then, along came December.
But February brought an icy winter.
A new comer asked A life long dweller,
"How long has it been since weather like this?"
He replied, "I've never seen a winter like this".
The lonely heavy laden peach tree tells the story.
In February, her limbs were touching the ground.
She looked like a white ice laden weeping willow tree pleading for the sunlight to set her free. She was just barely alive, but
We held out hope that she would survive.
Then, along came Spring, and one could hear the
The peach tree laughing loudly and waving
Her limbs that are loaded, not with ice but living buds.
She was shouting for all to hear, "How do you
Like me now?"
It's late April now, and she's filled with beautiful
Green leaves along with the pear and plum trees. Her trunk is split in 4 parts, but it's clear
For all to see that this aging peach has heart.
She's within 3 months of delivering healthy
Sweet peaches.
We were iced-in during the winter of '26
Flortunately, it lasted for only one week.
Although the roadways were safe and nice,
We were surrounded with lots of ice.
8 days and nights of black-out
4 days and nights of endangered food
A new generator refused to generate.
An old generator held Faithful to the finish.
In a broad southern sweep, with no desire to please,, Febuary rushed in with a freeze.
Although underneath, the roots held tight,
Peach and plum trees, so laden and leaning
Low with ice, were a very pleasing sight to watch.
There were heighten fears of broken water lines
And the weight of ice broke many electric lines
But at no time did we feel a threat to our lives.
A person soars for victory, wanting others to admire their skills in a sport they adore deeply, working hard day by day for others to appreciate the hardships they've accomplished for years
Loving the days spent on a significant lover and friends, watching the sun rise upon them, and working hard to achieve the goals they've have dreamed of for years
Admired by many, and hated by many but the wings protect them from the hatred they receive and fly for the safety that guides them to the life they earned and worked hard to be able to have the freedom of dandelions and the cherry blossoms flying with each other like a family
A future as bright as the sun which shines the world for the world to enjoy the sun's purpose as a light through the harsh darkness with the animals being able to be awake and care for their babies and has a purpose to be alive just like being someone's light to being alive and encourage them and help them be the wings they deserve
All the stars start to shine
When you are around
When you fate away
Their shine goes away
When you fate away
My heart goes away
I’m at the net,
Fast hands, quick feet.
I read the game,
I take my stand.
You swing?
I’m there.
You tip?
I’ll block.
I jump high,
Land strong,
In the front,
I belong.
I control the court,
I set the tone.
In the front,
I stand alone.
Volleybelles body
Sport storming goddess
So gorgeous beauty.
Above the public pool
a volleyball so cool
stuck for years
in the rafters
Someone’s
breath of life
trapped in
it’s bladder
Evidence of
their lingering
presence, me
wondering
if they ever
pondered the
relevance of
the essence they
left behind?
Singsong thoughts
turn inward …
What about me?
In all the places
I’ve been,
pieces of me,
residual traces
of myself
left behind,
cast away!
Small links, unforgotten,
faithfully preserved
by old friends—
threads of connection
reinforced by timeless bonds—
who keep my words,
moves (dancing!), and
shared memories as
precious cargo,
cherished keepsakes,
A clear reminder that
I exist! I matter!
I’m something much more
than simply air I breathe
on an unremembered day …
Like that beautiful volleyball
in the rafters
W I L S O N ! ! !
Most games are well-grounded,
To earthen goals they can defeat.
While few rise above the horizon,
With constant volleys they can repeat.
The game elevates to new heights,
Gracefully reaching above it all.
As angelic figures fly beyond,
Earthbound shackles that seem small.
Although clear boundaries guide play,
There's no limit from what divides.
The mortal effort to touch the heavens,
Where the ethereal collides.
your serve
hit the net
groaning now
booing
bad sports
your parents
to re-verse
...some poetry...
be to
...sump 'po'-at-tree...
and if
...some poe (at tree)...
be of
...sumped poetry...
then to
...sump poe at tree...
will glossen
...some po-at-tree...
stan sand
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©
do not drop.
always look up.
birds with no wings.
legs made of springs.
shields and walls,
no time to fall.
persistent yet sly
jumps up high
trust and threat
eyes waiting to set
beam of light
bears unwavering fights.
decoy and ace
worthy of all praise
like divers in the sea,
rough, painful, yet free.
kept in the air.
angels are there
desires to win
no ending to begin
hits the ground,
giving the crown.
The day of the volleyball tournament arrived,
We had practiced together all year.
I would travel from our parents' beautiful house,
I was accepted as a last minute valuable player.
My friend had sprained her hand and couldn't play,
They asked me to come on the team.
Our competition was an American team,
We played all day with friends on the "Parents Without Partner" team.
The Canadian team won the championship,
That was an exciting game.
We went to a friends house to celebrate,
We each received a trophy, which was very nice.
Our friend kept the large trophy at her house,
We stayed friends, what an accomplishment.
I don't play volleyball anymore,
You have to slow down as a senior.
I always say God has promoted me to silent screens,
Art and writing poetry is my favorite hobby.
God blesses us in different ways,
I am thankful to my favorite deity.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
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