Poems by Writers in the Sky Subscribers

The Referee
by Timothy J. Stewart
© 1996 F&F Enterprises

Hey Ref, didn’t you see that muggin’,
He made a fist and hit me just like that,
Well, I guess you probably didn’t see it,
You couldn’t get there ‘cause you are so doggone fat.

Now Ref, what about that travel,
Gosh he walked halfway from here to Tennessee,
You ought to put that pea back in your whistle,
What do you mean you’re giving me a ‘T’?

Hey Player-
Want a little cheese with your whine,
How about you shut up and play the game.
If you use the talent that God gave you,
You may find you’ll never play the same.

So you just dribble, shoot and rebound.
I’ll make the calls that I see.
While you, my friend are playing,
I am getting paid to referee.

The Coach
Hey Ref, free eye exams at Wal-Mart,
With discounts on your favorite frame,
And if you get some glasses,
Then, we might both be seeing the same game.

And Ref, while you’re there at Wal-Mart
You really ought to stop and look,
In the literary section,
To see if you can find a rule book.

Hey Coach-
Want a little cheese with your whine,
How about you shut up and coach the game.
If you coach the talent that God gave you,
You may find they’ll never play the same.

So you just sit there nice and quiet.
I’ll make the calls that I see.
While you, my friend are coaching,
I am getting paid to referee.

The Fan-
Hey Ref, where’d you get your license,
At some school for the blind,
If all the calls were equal,
We probably wouldn’t really seem to mind.

But all the calls are going their way.
We can’t seem to get a break.
The only reason that they are winning,
Is that all of you zebras are on the take.

Hey Fans-
Want a little cheese with your whine,
How about you shut up and watch the game.
If you watch the talent that God put here,
You may find they’ll never look the same.

So you just root and cheer and holler.
I’ll make the calls that I see.
While you, my friend paid to get here,
I am getting paid to referee.

Not enough to put up with fools like you,
But I am getting paid to referee



Spirit’s Song
By Hal Manogue

Continuous roots mesh
Within me
Interlocking consciousness awakens
To the sound of forgiveness
Ripening seeds of desire
Fall freely through the
Fertile soil of oneness
And plant themselves in reality

Each self dances in endless harmony
Rotating partners hold patterns
Of remembering tightly in place
As the wind of change
Blows its spirit song
Through the tree of life
I taste one fruit of gratitude
And one sip of life
In the cup
Of being human

Howard (Hal) Thomas Manogue, was born in Philadelphia, and is a forerunner to the Indigo children, a now age term for misfit with an intuitive nature, a desire to know his truth with a gift of giving and sharing. Hal retired from the shoe industry after 35 years of sole searching, and discovered his real soul. He enjoys art, music, philosophy, psychology, nature and people. His poems have been published by: Mystic Pop Magazine, Children Of The New Earth Magazine, New Age Tribune, Seasons Of The Soul Newsletters, Lightship News and Writers In The Sky Newsletters. His essays can be found on www.ezinearticles.com and www.selfgrowth.com. Be sure to visit Hal’s Blog http://halmanogue.blogspot.com/ and Web site www.shortsleeves.net.

Lovingly

He touches her hand and
She gently responds by
Opening her velvet fingers
Extending her heart to
His all-familiar palm.
She reads his thoughts.

Not a word need pass between
As their pulse becomes one,
Their eyes intertwine,
Two souls lost in time and
For one fleeting moment
Each one is the other.
No questions.

Walking together hand in hand
Down pathways familiar
Recalling the past
Greeting old friends as
They stroll through the park
Passing a bit of their time.

Quiet and still at
The end of the game
Sitting together, alone in the dark.
Leisurely, lovingly
Lost in contentment.
No need for words.
They’d just get in the way.

Dennis Martin began writing plays and submitting them to the local playwright’s festival when he turned 40 years old. He has written 13 plays –several of which have been presented as staged readings in the Baltimore Playwright’s Festival. Dennis has written over 800 poems and self-published a book of poems titled “Love and Passions” available at www.iuniverse.com and major online bookstores as well as 6 other poetry collections and 3 novels available at www.lulu.com/dsmartin. Read more about Dennis at http://www.iwritesome.com or blog with him at http://iwritesome.blogspot.com.