by Morgan Patton |
Categories:
softball, sports,
Striekouts
On Base Percentage
Foul Ball
Teammates
Batting Average
Averages
Leadership
Love for the game
by M. L. Kiser |
Categories:
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 Jerry Wells |
Categories:
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
AUTHOR
by Mario Perez |
Categories:
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 Seren Roberts |
Categories:
remember,
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...
walking alone
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
walking alone
Penned 10/7/2016
by Karen Jones |
Categories:
america, appreciation, basketball, black african american, black love, childhood,
Years before 13th birthday
Sun beckons me run play
In the street under golden ray
With neighborhood kids on hills of clay
Learning to ride bike and skate
Playing kickball run chase
Playing football basketball too
Dodge ball softball all in June
In Clanton Park we all are one
Hiking green woods under red sun
What to do on rainy days
Play with dolls do hair makeup face
Drawing dresses or playing cards spa
Not so much t.v. but it had a part
We had just begun our training bras
Tomboys galore we are stars.
7/3/2022
by Maryann Guoladdle |
Categories:
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 Running Wolves |
Categories:
love, softball,
You
incinerated me
embracing me like
the inferno of Hades
burning away
my walls
my defences
See my need
within
the depths of my eye
feel my longing
as my body quivers
taste my love
with each fiery kiss
Hear me
cry out to you
in silent pleading
let me not
be consumed
In the smoldering ashes
of apathy
by Lauren Gift |
Categories:
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