YOUNG AND TALENTED
Young and talented
for long months in the sun
Crown of the royal season and square meal of kings
He proudly takes his place on fence and past:
To play love is gain, give what is given passionately
Turning bases of his treasure on the road to fairy tales
The gold chest of the fortunate brings forth new light.
In the day of dawning the pleasure of pleasure is pleasure
Taken alt last paybacks of the deep breath
And countless swings and throws in a good champagne.
To savor now is to open the best champagne.
Timeless bubbles of his work, wash down to the salt of his tears
If we choose to remember then enjoy his fame
which is each fan’s prize.
MAN WITH A PLAN
Man With A Plan
Home of the red, white and blue
For all to see, humanity in the mirror
Source of native rich pride
In the healing place of his first walk,
With all that said
The take out expecting more
Of popcorn, peanuts and apple pie
One slide of the hand or fan
Is seated and boxed
Into the old game park
Like the heat of the day.
Hot and helium above the head
By the grinding organ,
Pipe of your dream in the golden days,
Steam off like sweat,
Sticking gum through air and “Bubbles”
And the spirits of all countrymen
Into the believers
Soul and converted soul, and holy cow
Stars and stripes forever
In the blue sky…
Fly plane banner reads: “Man With A Plan.”
YOU GOTTA DANCE
You gotta dance
for the game we love,
Today, his efforts have rewarded time,
Now at the park gate and beyond
The hard, long practice he endured to capture the ring,
In work and watch have he committed much,
Raise up the banner, the color-stained flag
By flip and flop made good on promise
Dream of dreamers and humble beginnings.
You gotta dance
play soul train in the eyes of fans.
Bright new shoes have an old sole,
Love in the eye brings together the loving light,
Feet in and out on the straight line.
And slides gracefully in the curtain opening night,
A distance star torches the field,
With the high heat from the launching pad,
Circled like summer’s sun this graceful strut
Unrehearsed cheers star over all spotlight humps.
You gotta dance.
YOUR GLOVE IS KING
Your glove is king. It’s royalty is legendary.
From the bright stretch, it never lets us down
Lighted stages spread their bulbs, bursting over the haul,
Between the fever pitch song with dancing angel in tux and tail
A flick in time. Speed suspends the disbelief
On first glance like Ted Turner on that open range,
Second for the mouth open stare, flash for sure note
And caught. Hook, bridge, base and tweeter by the noble net.
Those twirling moves are just for you, memories that fill the heart
With loud cheer, or cover the air in applause
And begins the end with one hand raised high.
HEAL THE HEART
People—beautiful people
Care!
With that splendid garden create
one more seed to plant
The rare shaped jewel,
And cut and polish it flaws
Over the rough and hard patches covering a soul.
Fashion it into a keepsake and pastime
For all to cheer the fight in which is invested much
And hope for light,
Sparked by the professor and player matched as one
To glow on the stage shining bright
And waxed as a candle as wick maker by the day.
Yes! it’s possible
Sign that the harvest time is here
Caught in glove and dance shoes as the growing hand waves
hopeful
In the pure laser beam
Aimed at the believer’s core tilled soft on the rocky soil
By alluring song
For the good his invention developed from the ashes
of pure coal
Burning true red, white and blue
The banner still it flies alone to serve and prove
In the star of land that never fades
As the torch and caring gesture stands to
Heal the heart.
IN THE LIGHT OF LOVE
In the light of love
Covered with a rich white chocolate baked in an outdoor oven
On top a diamond coal mine and gems that shine
Blinds the open heart of eyes;
From blink and blowing wind flags the fan in uniform,
Quakes in toaster pop up, by superstar’s hat,
Hold on! from the loud chorus.
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