by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
growing up,
FIRST SCHOOL DANCE
It was a dance
Like any other
Half the girls
Danced with their brothers
I stood there against the wall
Tossing up a volleyball
I leaned on the coke machine
Then I saw him smart and lean
Smiled at me--I felt the dart
WOW I thought THIS IS THE START
When he walked across the room
Winter snow had magic bloom
Blushes crept along my face
As he neared my shadowy place
Then he turned abruptly right
His love object—Diet Sprite.
by Mary Steffen |
Categories:
volleyball,
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
by Dan Cwiak |
Categories:
childhood, love, memory, remember,
Days of our youth are long since gone
Yet some things take us back.
Memories impressed forever...
On our mind's Silent Track,
The Lake, the Sand, the Pier so old
The Shore next to the Water so blue.
Remembering the Badminton and Volleyball Games...
And who tried to outscore who.
The Tavern where we sometimes ate
In our festive Summer Shorts.
Walking down the Road at night...
Using only the Beam of an old Flashlight.
Those days of our youth were filled with fun
With our Parents' Love and ceaseless Rhyme.
Though we are no longer Young...
We fondly remember - OUR SALEM TIME.
by Andria Breen |
Categories:
faithgod, god,
I breathe in , I breathe out
Knowing now what it’s all about.
I finally found the love in my life I lost
Never realizing just how high was the cost.
I look at the broken road I took myself down
While the tears stream but don’t make a sound.
He offers me His hand, but I’m scared to reach out
Wanting my own way for His way I doubt.
Thinking that this way is better
But in our volleyball game, God is our setter.
He sets up our opportunities and trials we face
But our decisions should always be God-based.
So knowing all this wouldn’t you say
That we should always trust God all the way?
by Abed Anthony |
Categories:
me,
Alfa
father, brother, friend, counselor
Brother of late Gabriel, Mary, Pokedia, Salome and Elizabeth
Lover of poetry, Volleyball, and basketball
Who feels love, pain and sympathy
Who fears disappointment, disagreement and hate
Who would like to see Athens, Brazil and Palestine
Resident of Mwanza, Tanzania
Abed.
by Ja Angelo |
Categories:
environment, holiday, magic, march, nature, spring, universe,
A colorful time of year
The skies are oh so clear
The sun shines bright
For our delight
Longer and warmer days
Welcoming the sun’s blaze
Trees and flowers blooming
Grilled foods we are consuming
Pools opening
Divers motioning
Windows down
Cruising ‘round town
Bicycle riding
Hang gliding
Cliff diving
Race car driving
Trail hiking
Beach volleyball spiking
Early sunrises, late sunsets
Picnics packed with baguettes
Romance in the air
It only takes a pair
First kiss
True love is bliss
Twelve hours of sunlight
Not quite
Some more, some less
Ostara has finesse
Rebirth, balance, and renewal
Spring looks like a jewel
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, dog,
it is a lazy, warm, dog day afternoon on dry bone beach
some dogs come in wearing pinks, yellows, and peach
we check them in and give a bowl of kibble to each.
It is the least we can do, for empathy is what we teach.
dogs line their umbrellas in a line up and down the beach.
some of the small ones do not have an extra long reach
So they do not like volleyball, which we sometimes teach
But the big dogs love playing this on dry bone beach