Fuzzy Friday Thoughts (April 25, 2019)

It’s a dark drury

Friday morning

In Toronto.

Banks of gray clouds

Fill the sky

With supersaturated

Icy cold rain droplets

Ready to fall.

Find myself

Wanting to hide

In my warm dry bed

Sleeping away

This miserable day.

Little ones

Snuggling close

Beside me.

Only leaving

The comfortable bed

For bodily needs

Like food and water.

Leaving the world

In its mad rush to Hell

Alone.

One day

Spent away

From the Rat Race

Won’t hurt anyone.

Where absurd fantasies

Like Donald Trump

Caring for the welfare of

Latin American immigrants

On the U.S./Mexico border.

Or actually cooperating

With Congress

In finally settling

The Mueller’s investigation

Into the 2016 Presidential election.

Are filling my dreams

Of a kinder gentler

U.S. President

We all want.

Hmm

Am I delusional

For wanting this?

Knowing

Reality is

So much more brutal

To one’s senses.

Whatever

Wake me up

When the game starts.

As the latest saviour

Comes to town

In Vladimir Guerrero Jr

For my beloved

Toronto Blue Jays.

Am told

He takes walks

As well.

Therisa © 2019

Golden Voices (July 17, 2018)

Rose tinted memories

Of those days

So long ago.

Father and child

Bonding together

Over a game

The child loved.

Grand old game*

Unfolding before us

Over the car radio

As we visit family

Or the cottage.

Where everyone is equal

Regardless

Of players’ skin colour

To the listeners’ imagination

As they ran out

Onto the field.

“Hello friends”

Marked Blue Jays broadcasts

For 27 years

By hall of fame announcer

Tom Cheeks (1977-2004).

With first partner

Early Wynn (1977-81)

Then Jerry Howarth (1982-2017).

Together

Called both Toronto Blue Jays

World Series championship

In 1992 and 1993.

Unknowingly

Kept a young child alive

With their voice of hope

As bullying and abuse

Became too much.

Offering the chance

To saviour

Life’s rich bouquet

And to dream

The impossible.

Therisa © 2018

Author's note:

*Nickname for baseball.

A poem for Poets United’s midweek motif writing prompt: Greatness / in honor of Nelson Mandela International day). How two men saved my life.

First Sign Of Spring (February 28, 2016)

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By twos

And threes

The snowbirds gather

Bashing

In the Florida sun.

Loosening up

Their vocal cords

After a long winter

Of disappointment.

Chirping

Their territorial songs

"Let's go Blue Jays"

And

"Go Jays Go".

That strange bird

In black

Many have mistaken

As a "blind" bat

Is the umpire.

Shrieking out

"Ssstttrrriiikkkeee".

While

Displaying

Its ritual courtship dance

For all

To see.

Yes

Folks

It's Spring Training time

Once more.

Where

Dreams of glory

Fill young

And old

Alike.

As hope is

Eternal

To baseball fans.


Therisa © 2016


Author's note: As a baseball fan, need I say, more?