8 BALL

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    8 BALL


    Eight Ball

    Morning breeze of air filled the room
    Everyone else are sleeping, snoring in their dreams
    Neighbors are outside, picking flowers that blooms
    Birds singing merrily as they fly by the streams

    First player said “here, let’s play”
    Another one responded and said it’s okay
    Another one responded and says sure why not
    “Hitting the ball hard, I like it a lot

    Round, colorful faces awoke
    As 1st player hit his first stroke
    OUCH!!! I said, the first game has begun
    It hurts so much that I swallowed the pain

    While in the stage of recovering, the 2nd hit came
    BANG!!! CRASH!!! It hurt even more
    Found myself trapped in the corner of the board
    I was lost, not knowing what basket hole to go
    Yet, I believe in myself;

    The 3rd hit came and I was rolling;
    Confused, carrying mixed feelings but when I saw the basket
    It’s never too late, I closed my eyes and had faith
    I prayed that someday the challenger will finish the game

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    carmentis commented on 8 BALL

    07-09-2009

    this good awell i like readiing it , it had alot of ameridan class to it and notaion well done and good wording too keep writting

    Ron commented on 8 BALL

    11-29-2008

    very cute..made me smile, not an easy thing to do. but all in all I can imagine life's not always a ball....

    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.