Dry eyed, thrashed by the waters
In the game of pool
Life tells me to play ball
the ball has never been in my court
I have tried to be on the ball
It is like I am out on a limb
unseen chain and ball cling
At the ball, I take a swing
I hit the ‘eight ball’
I miss my cue, I miss my shot
‘nother foul shot, in my slot
some pot shots never work
and ethics cannot be shirked
If I had a crystal ball to gaze
that would put me in a daze
like staring down the barrel
of a smokin’ gun
knowing that the bullet coming out
would have my name on it
I would never turn tail and run
not ready to bite the dust yet
life is not all hard work and sweat
would let my hair down and have a ball
I believe in hedonism not at all
All I need to hear ever
my euphonic conscience ..my peace measure
An impressive piece, Yassy. No, don’t bite the dust yet.
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lol no ! Thank you Roland. Have a nice Sunday. Goin to check if you posted
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Yo – very impressive
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Thanks yo
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My bad , no DISRESPECT by saying ( yo) I SHOULD HAVE SAID ( YOUNG LADY)
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No problem Keith. Yay to yo lol
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This is lovely, Yassy, and it seems a bit different from your usual style of poetry.
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Thank you Robbie. Yes, I think innovation and creativity goes together. Thank you for reading. Have a gorgeous weekend
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Impressive! “life tells me to play ball”, that line really hits home, so very relatable. Moreover, the rhyme flows really well! Wonderful verse.
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Oh yeah. Yes. It’s life. Thank you 😊 Brian.
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You’ve reminded me that The Arsenal are playing ball today. Should they lose my own creativity will disappear.
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Oh really. Enjoy the game . They won’t lose 😉
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Hope you’re right Lady Yasmin
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I am , Lord Zoolon.
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And so you were, Lady Yasmin. With just 10 men and a penalty against us with only minutes to go (which made it 1-1) we got a penalty for the last kick of the game. 2-1 to The Arsenal. Useless referee, even sent Wenger to the stands. You are obviously our lucky charm.
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Congratulations Lord Zoolon.Let the celebrations begin.
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Ice cold coke from a glass bottle will do fine.
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Lemonade for me. Cheers Jurg.
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I shall try to make some and toast you. I’ve got lemons.
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I got coke from the store. So here’s to Arsenal. 🍸let’s have some music too. Let’s hear it George Blamey.
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Here’s one I was going to blog soon. You heard it here first: https://soundcloud.com/zoolon/sunlight-and-the-dust
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”’Tis a happy place today Lord Zooolon. Thank you , your graciousness. Your heart is indeed kind. I will soon hear the lordship’s song.
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I heard it , its awesome.
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I’ll give the full explanation of the song on the blog soon. It has a bit of history, and thanks again for making Arsenal win.
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My Lord ‘s team had to win.
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You wouldn’t believe the routine I follow before a game, always being careful not to jinx the team.
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THis is your win. I am so proud
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Thank you.
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Nice wordplay!
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Thank you.
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I liked this piece a lot…it’s curiously well-done with continuously changing metaphor of the “ball.”
It’s a piece that need read several times…and still then likely revisited.
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You think so. Thank you
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I think so….I’m going to have to re-read this one this week.
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Have a good week!
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