Baseball player, a childhood dream;
Clearly seen was the chosen team.
Accounting , decidedly a plan "B".
A journalist was acceptable plan "C".
It's vague sometimes what we will be.
May we never be left hanging up a tree
Without a plan, a stand, or even a desire.
May there reside in each of us a God given fire
To love HIM, becoming like Him, belonging to Him.
Between God and us, pursuing such is a sacred bond.
With Him, we can execute the assigned mission.
Whether the call is preaching, teaching, or administration,
There is fulfillment when we make the decision
To surrender to the call and receive the consecration.
“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot
It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra
Loug And Doug
Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall
Good sports who respect the umpire's call
Playing the game with pride and joy
Sincerely humble, never coy
Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball
One time when I was in nursey school, Miss Shanahan had everyone sit in a circle and one-by-one say what we wanted to be when we grow up.
It was what you’d expect…
Doctor
Firefighter
Astro naught
Truck driver
Race car driver
Veterinarian
Police officer
Movie star
Baseball player
Actress
Princess
Detective
Engineer…and the like
Then it was my turn:
“What do you want to be when you grow up Bobby?”
I thought about it a minute, and said
“God.”
That threw her for a loop.
There was no braggadocio.
No narcissism, no conceit, no misplaced pride
I didn’t think I had a shot at it or anything.
Just seemed to me it would be the top job.
Can’t blame me.
Grandma is as proud as she can be!
Her Eddie~growing tall as his backyard tree.
He dons his classic St. Mary’s uniform.
Not wearing a freaky shirt with a unicorn!
Chemistry, world history and religion, too.
He is not learning trash from a WOKE school!
A multi-cultural school, he does attend!
To honor God, no flakey, government nonsense, on their knees to bend.
You are the sex you were born, twas God’s intention.
WOKE nonsense here, no, sorry, given no attention!
Nana sings and shouts:Alleluia!!
No CRT to ruin you!
Hurrah to his parents, to see he is learning in a safe, sane place.
He is a scholar, baseball player and to his family, no disgrace.
Only fifteen and grand six feet tall!
And be careful on the field, of his curve ball!
To me he is the future of this country, that is now confused and lost.
He has vision, principles that will make America great again, no matter
the cost!
You amazing boy, studying the Bible each day, I know with children like
you,
America will be safe, not become another lost Communist zoo!
Love you, Nana ***
8/9/2022
~2~
Moses Fleetwood
Him and his brother first African American
To play in Major League Baseball
Rejected by the white citizens and players
Wanted to play continual for the Majors
Left and played for the minor leagues
Opened later an Opera House and started a newspaper
Moses Fleetwood Walker headstone on his grave read
“First Black Major League Baseball player in U.S.A.
Walker
6/15/2022
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Country music can be fun!
Charlie Pride, kissed angel.
Can’t you just hear, Johnny,
Coming from your Tv?
Cold Cold Heart sung by Hank.
Countless artists,in field,
Co write on USA
10/19/2020
Contest: Pleiades 2
Sponsor: Joseph May
These are Some famous Country Music singers.
They’re many more. I just mentioned these artists in my poem.
Hiram "Hank" Williams (September 17, 1923 – January 1, 1953) was an American singer-songwriter and musician.
John R. Cash (born J. R. Cash; February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003) was an American singer, songwriter, musician, and actor.
Charley Frank Pride (born March 18, 1934) is an American singer, musician, guitarist, business owner, and former professional baseball player.
A man with love… is a happy man to think of
But
A man with no woman to rely on
Is a man so lonely so dead and gone
A man with room and broad… is a shut in opened man turn cold
But
A man with no home to call his own
Is a man with few clothes poorly with no money and depends on loans
A man with friends is a lonely shatter man
But
A man with no enemies is one who runs from Freddy, Dick and Dan
Is just a man trapped behind two pool balls queue sticks and…
A man with no smile… is a man without laughter
But
A man with no face to express himself
Is a man who will be exposed to bedevilment
Think about it
Don’t just try to do without it
Just try to remember that
Without no smile it’s like a baseball player without his bat, glove and ball
A man with no smile
Is like a poorly ragged fatherless child
9/11/70
Written words by James Edward Lee © 1970
From Miss Bernice Godowski Creative Writing Class
North High School
Original written under the name of AKA"pen name"),pseudonym Michael Block
He was my prince,I fell in love with him,
Tall and handsome, and muscular.
His handshake when I met him,
Warm and strong, lasting forever in my memory.
He has beautiful blue eyes and when he smiles you could see
his dimples.
I could see him as a great baseball player.
His silver gray hair aligning his handsomeness.
A prince in disguise, tall and elegant.
Loves skiing, sports is his second nature,
I loved his hug and kiss when I gave him some of my art work.
The day we met God was destined to make us friends,
When he is away I miss him until he is back again.
Summer is here and Autumn is not far away,
I dream of walking with him to the conservation area.
What a miracle from God , may our friendship continue,
As god allows day by day to the evening hours.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
We weren't privy to Part I
(Just parents were invited)
But Part II was arranged so
No one extra would feel slighted.
The children came up to the stage
In pairs as every teacher
Announced their names and what
They'd like to be, a charming feature.
From astronaut to ninja,
Princess, baseball player, vet,
Even architect (our Henry),
Most will change their minds, I'd bet.
But you never know exactly what
The future holds in store.
Will Henry's blueprints be the ones
We've all been waiting for?
That crossed my mind and then the children
Sang a little tune
And somehow pre-school's over...
Just a little bit too soon.
As she approached the public bench
that wooden miserable affair,
sizzling below the the summer sun,
withered, peeling and unkempt,
she reckoned that five-letter word
and all the meanings it could stir
had it been another soul thinking about it.
Had this fair lady been a judge,
she could immediately recall
the very day she took the bench
to glower over every wrong.
A baseball player would abhore
the mere sight of one in case
his bottom was all warm and slack
by sitting on one in each game.
A metal worker would think work
A gymnast would start working out
A miner would dig a wide ledge
A backbenching MP aspires for the front.
Yet she is but a gilted girl
sitting each noon on this same bench
he once had said he'd go away
no longer loving her to stay.
There once was a baseball player named Pete.
Who was the most famous man of one feat
In swinging at bad balls
he drew many cat call.
For in striking out he'd often repeat.
Pete Rose great baseball player but banned from the Hall of Fame
It does matter if weigh 150 pounds or 350 Pounds we are still the same
USA the Most power county helps other counties
Lance Armstrong fell of and neither got back to the top
The State you live is your State no can take away from you
Ned Corkery 9/17/14
I'm gonna try to be the President.
A major league baseball player.
I'm gonna try to be a football star.
A big casino winner.
I'm gonna try to drag around a fire hose.
Drive a hook and ladder.
Here's a few things, I'm gonna try to be.
I'm gonna try to be a winner.
Save up all my money.
Try to live it up.
I'm only just a beginner.
I'm gonna try to be a movie star.
A motion picture actor.
Then I'm gonna live it up, in Hollywood.
Become a top ten singer.
Here's just a few things, I'm gonna try to be.
I'm gonna try to be a winner.
I'm gonna try to be a winner..
Winner-Poetry By-Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2001,2014..
All rights reserved..
things I know I’ll never do
I’ll never ride the winning horse in the Kentucky Derby
I’ll never throw a winning touchdown
I’ll never swim the fastest race
but I’ll always love you
I’ll never win a boxing match
I’ll never dunk a basketball to win the game
I’ll never run the fastest mile
but I’ll always love you
I’ll never be a great baseball player
I’ll never score the winning goal
I’ll never ski a downhill race
but I’ll always love you
even though those things I’ll never do
I’ll always love you
I’ve achieved so much more in my life
no one else can say you are their wife
I am the winner of my life
In a public washroom, can Kings ever be DEthroned?
When a cowboy moves to the city, is he DEranged?
Do photographers wishes sometimes DEvelop?
Are former famous models ever DEposed?
When a ship leave for the Caribbean, is it DEported?
Do lawyers sometimes sit on Defence?
When a man gets ready for bed, does he DEbrief?
If they drain the waterway around a castle, is it DEmoted?
When a male is castrated, is he DEmand?
When a scholar is sent back, is he DEgraded?
Can a lady of the streets ever be DElayed?
Do certain shampoos help you DEflect?
When a doctor withdraws a needle, is the patient DEjected?
Can a person survive without DEliver?
If you tear up an agreement, do you DEsign?
Can baseball player ever DEposition?
Ever seen a dog chasing DEtail?
If you lose your extra tire, do you DEspair?
Do manicurists sometimes DEfile
When a downpour stops, does it DEluge?
When a student leaves school, does he DEclassify?
Can someone's old clothing DEfray?
Does a coffin always contain a DElivered?
Can a movie star ever be DEfamed?
© Jack Ellison 2013
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