allegory, allusion, christian, god, introspection, irony, religion,
by Joe DiMino |
Game...life? Some would say so:
up in the morning with a sprint--
my court or yours?
dribble a few ideas,
toss them toward the hoop--
my foul or yours
depends on who choose
who is keeping score,
or your in-laws'.
We build such
call ourselves Lions--
even Christians forget--
Cowboys and Indians--
what good is life
without an opponent
tell that to those in the Peace Corps,
or those battling AIDS;
what need for a God
if not for a devil?
our lack of love....
by Toquyen Harrell |
Hoop if got it
by diane henning |
life, love, music, love, music,
Chimes of a music box a glass Doll
Crea-tor for I am a crea=tor also and I am women
why, did you love us like that to make us a crea-tor
like you, where we your like baby dolls to dance
and sing and in bare feet and children to created like you also
what a gift to give to woemen to love that way awesome
of you and all of the love the same to you as given for you first
love us. thank you creator for I am women. the chimes
is how to sing it, the music boxes. to run in wild flowers
in hoop and bare feet to Wed, and sing to our children
of Day we would party your brithday party July 4th 2007
by Christy Hardy |
life, love, time, visionary,
On the outskirts of town, was our family store,
old gas pumps, and planks on the floor.
Many would shop with us each week,
usually on credit, and collecting was up to me.
Hoop Chesse we would slice, and sell it by the pound,
and the bologna we sold, was the best in town.
My dad, and grand-dad stayed busy all day,
charging, and pumping never getting much pay..
Still it was the greatest life a girl could have,
working all day with my two favorite dads.
Thanks Ron for bringing back these sweet memories.
by Chaim Wilson |
blessing, for her, fun, humor, love, valentines day,
Tripped on Cupid
Chaim buzzes like a roving bee, "Hey, Honey!!"
Stumbling loving me..."I'll try saying it! Warm & funny":
Together, We delight in any 'Lil Thing,
Like eyeing Brookside Crocuses, purple heralds of Spring!
Can I give you a soothing back rub?
For I'm a wobbling wheel, you're my hub!!
My enamored emotional senses create the wobble,
Without you, Barbara, my life would be trouble!!
Per chance, let's dance... "Hula Hoop it",
I offer a fumble footed jig, Tripped on Cupid!
by David Smith |
age, analogy, anxiety, best friend, betrayal, hope, wisdom,
The day wisdom flies the coup,
Is the day we will need to rally round hope,
And hang on tight to love with more than just rope.
Who could blame wisdom if it decided to fly the coup,
When we don't bother to keep it in the loop,
As even lower we stoop.
I pray we can restore wisdom to the top of the heap,
Before it flies the coup,
With few in the group that can entice it back through the hoop.
by romeo naces |
hope, love, people, longing,
with slightly slanting eyes
and pouting purple lips,
her face can mesmerize,
prickle your fingertips;
sinuous, jet-black hair
down white, satin blouse flows;
skin of olive sheen there,
your hidden longing grows;
black leather pants gleaming,
hugging long, shapely legs,
a hoop-style, gold earring
in each ear your heart begs;
bracelet spirals allure,
rings on her fingers spin,
you're cupid-struck for sure
by a live mannequin !
by Richard Paul Davis |
Soft Bluest Sky
Soft bluest august sky
quiet mystical breeze
flowering whitest flowing clouds
Kids running over lime green grass
tiniest bug on the outside of the glass
crosses & birds reflecting from gentle green wall
once again the sleepy cat & dog
sleep on my lap
I breathe easily sipping cherry juice & water.
my muscles are loose & strong
colorful fresh roses just to the right
of the tv
Books on the table to my right
sagging basketball hoop from next store
lavender bristles in delicate breeze
the dog begins to stir
the cat yawns
peace envelopes this room
Love whistles to all of creation
by James Edward Lee Sr. |
allusion, analogy, conflict,
Settles the heart
They do start
Basket ballers hoops
Drops the love parts
aMERICA cuts the net
Ballers shoots the ball
Broken leg blurry eyes
Once again shoots a shoot
Drops the ball in game and love
Loses the game moves on
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©