by Morgan Patton |
On Base Percentage
Love for the game
by M. L. Kiser |
baseball, basketball, football, fun, games, softball, sports,
Oh, how I love a good game;
I anxiously await my turn,
And then I make my play.
I also love a good play;
Good scripts, for which I’m always game;
Stories with a good turn.
When the tides of stories turn,
It just makes the play
Afterwards, for coffee I’m game.
On weekends, I love a good poker game; it’s a game that can quickly turn on a wrong play.
by Mario Perez |
Every moment I pray,
That you have an extra day,
An extra words to say,
And an extra softball game you can play.
I still want to see your pretty smile on your face.
Do you remember the peanut butter slap?
In the bus coming back from a track meet we would rap.
You would make me laugh so hard I swear I was going to have a heart attack.
When I was your fake bf at the Madill track meet because them Long Grove's boys wanted to mack.
That was way way back.
Raven aka shawty I love you
And forever in my heart-Mario Perez
by Jerry Wells |
love, rights, softball, sound, valentines day, wife, writing,
POEM 9 THE SPIRIT IS LIVES
OUR SPIRIT HAS A REASON EVERY
SEASONS TO SHOW LOVE, JOY, AND
HAPPINESS TO US ALL.
OUR SPIRIT MUST PASS THROUGH LIFE'S
HEART HURT AND CRYING.
MY HEART IS AS FROZEN AS THE SNOW FALL
OVER THE LAND.
IT IS OUR BLESSING TO KNOW THERE ARE
REASON FOR A SEASONS.
MR.PROF. JERRY WELLS
by maryann Guoladdle |
fatherme, love, me, time,
Your the greatest dad of them all
You spend time with me playing softball
You have casino night with mom
Your love and time is the bomb
You work every day
To show me the way
Your the best example a daugther can have
I love you always dad
You always buy me skittles
You say,"just give me a little"
We always eat starburst
Even though they make our tumies hurt
You to go to powwows
Sometimes you go and say how
You love to watch OU play
Sometimes I dont stay
Happy birthday daddie-o
Lets go eat some oreos
Love your daughter Maryann
Who says we always can
by Seren Roberts |
walking alone along lifes way
looking and watching grasses sway
like memories playing softball
tears reach my eyes when I recall
happiness we shared every day
smile at secrets hidden away
laughing at love games used to play
I hold out my hand...softly call...
heady heights we aimed for each day
why oh why did you need to stray
round and around lifes carousel
landing alone a heavy fall
bruised head and heart ...pain I display
by lauren gift |
childhood, happiness, hope, life, song, love, song, tribute,
A love song for Sommer Long
And a tribute to summers gone
Face Painting and tire swings
And friendship rings
Four square and basketball hoops
Capture the flag and camp outs
All Star teams
Softball games under the lights
A smile as big as the world
And a heart to match
she sure could play a game of catch
First base and Ace of base
Short stack and return of the mac
A childhood cut so short
But not untouched
your print here on earth was left
And your memory is not unkept
This is a love song for Sommer Long
And tribute to summers gone
This poem is dedicated to Summer Long RIP
by Running Wolves |
embracing me like
the inferno of Hades
See my need
the depths of my eye
feel my longing
as my body quivers
taste my love
with each fiery kiss
cry out to you
in silent pleading
let me not
In the smoldering ashes