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
Spring Volleyball - A Haiku
meandering thoughts
a high, volleyball volleying
out of untied shoe
~
n the gym forthwith
before hardwood floor bouncing
because of the net
4/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
Art is a one liner
with a beginning
a middle
and no end ( )
Understand
Wish that I
Am your friend
I don't know
What went wrong
Find the way
Determine
Be your friend
Want to tell
I love you
To come home
Give a chance
People dance
Love and joy
Throughout live
Is my wish
Be your friend
In new world
THE VOLLEYBALL GAME
feet on plastic,
bleacher c r a c k s.
s
m l
r l
a p a
w u b
juggle in air
w a l l o f s p e c t a t o r s
feet withdraw
fingers raking hair
S C O R E
8/15/2017
Am football,
You kick me I move;
To the direction
you choose;
Harder you kick
farther I reach
Yet under your feet;
Made of hide
Of unfortunate sheep,
Children stitch,
Then I come in play ground,
In branded name;
A modern day slave,
Made of slaves,
Have no voice
To raise loudly;
You enjoy on my pain;
© sadashivan nair
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