The Sounds of Spring

They are about to be heard in your favorite baseball park

It won’t be long till Op’ning Day
when “boys of summer” start to play
the game by which our nation’s known
and with it sounds of spring.

Bees buzzing in a buttercup
sound beautiful, but “Batter up!”
from men in black adorned with pads
gives me a longed-for buzz.

Although I like spring’s chirping birds,
the cheers from box seats are preferred
(as are those organ melodies).
It’s music to my ears.

I love the sound of ball meets bat.
That quintessential springtime crack.
A sound I’ve missed all winter long
will soon be heard at home.

Much like the earth that is reborn
(or what took place on Easter morn),
these “sounds of spring” remind me that
joy’s found in brand-new starts.

* Curiously, Opening Day this year is on Easter Sunday. I don’t recall that happening before.

Deal or No Deal?

Questions dealing with Hollywood’s drug pandemic;
Obama, Duh!

Deal or No Deal?Questions dealing with Hollywood’s drug pandemic  Another child actor deadand all because of drugs.What happens there in Hollywood?Are kids turned on by thugs? Does all that fame and instant wealthcreate a thirst for more?Once scenes are shot and in the can,who helps young actors score? Who gives them pot and cocaine and speedin hopes they soon will buy?The very ones who feel no griefwhen these young actors die? Who deals and sells to those at risk?A doctor? Parent? Friend?Do they not know they’re liablefor causing lives to end? Who cares enough to find a cureto this pandemic curse?Will we just blindly close our eyesand let it become worse? Or will we close our eyes in prayerfor Mastermediaand other faith-based outreacheswho woo actors to God? * Mastermedia International is an interdenominational ministry to actors, directors and producers in Hollywood. Check out their website at http://www.mastermediaintl.org/Obama, Duh!
New lyrics to the same old tune about healthcare reform

Obama, duh,your healthcare plan is broke
and should it pass,we’ll also be (no joke).
 In Washington your biggest guns
take aim to force your will.
But is it fair to deem and dare
opponents on the Hill?
 Why should we be like Canada?
Waiting for months and years for surgeries
while paying more in taxes endlessly.

* The above poem can be sung to the tune for “O Canada”

The Days Are Getting Shorter

How much longer to the end?;
Will a Prius Win at Indy?

The Days Are Getting Shorter
How much longer to the end?

The days are getting shorter.*
It’s amazing. Quite absurd.
And all because of Chile
and the earthquake they endured..

That 8.8 explosion
deep within our planet’s crust
was so strong its axis shifted.
And you wonder why the fuss.

Less daylight in just an instant.
Kind of scary, don’t you think?
Could these natural disasters
mean that we are on the brink…?

The frequency with which we hear
of earthquakes, floods and war
gives us pause to humbly ponder…
“In God’s game plan, what’s the score?”

http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-03-01/chilean-quake-likely-shifted-earth-s-axis-nasa-scientist-says.html

Will a Prius Win at Indy?
Toyota’s problems are really accelerating

Will a Prius win at Indy?
They accelerate so fast.
Those hybrids are a safety risk 
(although they’re great on gas).

“Give us a break!” Toyota pleads,
“We really aren’t so bad.
Our cars (in time) will finally stop.
There’s no use getting mad.”

You kidding me? That car’s unsafe.
You certainly recall
the countless vehicles at risk.
Too many hit the wall!

So, Mr. T, you’d best think fast
(just like your unbraked cars).
If you don’t steer your company,
you’ll end up behind bars.

Winter Blues

Color me ready for Spring;
The Teams of Winter’s Other Games

Winter Blues
Color me ready for Spring

Hoping that the dirty piles of snow will melt away.
Waiting on the green of spring to overcome the gray.
Anxious for the unclothed trees to dress in bright array.
I can’t wait for winter to be gone.

Tired of the temperatures that freeze you to the bone.
Stressed-out by the icy roads you drive from work to home.
Done-in by brownish landscape by which March is known.
I can’t wait for winter to be gone.

Looking past March Madness to the thrill of Opening Day.
Having practiced golf on Wii I’m psyched to really play.
Ready to be done with Lent and roll the stone away.
I can’t wait for winter to be gone.

 
The Teams of Winter’s Other Games
Celebrating the sled dogs of the Iditarod

While the teams have left Vancouver
with their medals and gone home,
we can’t forget the other Games
and the teams that mush for Nome.

I mean those teams who pull a sled
along a windswept trail,
those on a gold rush of their own
in blinding snow and hail.

They test their mettle in the cold
beneath a silvery moon
while bronze-furred parkas warm the bones
of mushers night and noon.

These teams do not give interviews
or weep when anthems play.
They simply race to reach their goal
and hear their master say,
“Well done!”