The Homerun

Baseball is the sport I love,

Bats and balls, a leather glove.

The field is green, the sky is blue,

The sun so bright it warms you.

You leave the bench to take your place,

In the box, you turn to face,

The pitcher who throws a curve.

You swing your bat, steel your nerve.

The crack of the bat is what you hear,

Then the crowd begins to cheer.

You flip the bat and watch the ball,

Soar towards the distant wall.

Around the bases, you do fly,

As the ball drops from the sky.

Over the wall, it does land,

More than a hit, oh so grand.

Any hit would have tied the score,

But you did so much more.

The bases were full, the game’s now won,

By your very first homerun!

Happy in Love

His dark eyes look at me,

My soul is no longer free.

His shy smile melts my will,

His touch gives me chills.

His sweet voice is just like a song,

And my love for him is strong.

His arms wrap around me tight,

Letting me know all is right.

This guy and I combine as one,

Happy in love ‘til our days are done.


One is all, all is one,

Teamwork helps get things done.

Try to always keep individuality alive,

But work with others and you’ll thrive.

Stay true to your spirit and soul,

But help the group as a whole.

The world includes more than just you,

Together, there’s nothing we can’t do.

A Fresh New Start

It hurts so much to know that I

Was the one who made you sad.

I never meant to make you cry,

And now I feel so bad.

The time that I spent with you,

Meant more than you can know.

I wish there was something I could do,

Or some way that I could show.

I want to take away your pain,

And heal your broken heart.

Maybe there will come a day

To make a fresh new start.

First Love

The enchanting touch of first love,

his hand fits yours just like a glove.

Though youthful fire ignited the flame,

you both know that this is no game.

The passion that you feel is so real,

and you cherish each moment that you steal.

You yearn for more than just a kiss,

imagining faraway days of wedded bliss.

You melt beneath his tender touch,

you know you love him oh so much.

Some say that you’re young and you should roam,

But in his arms, you know you’ve found home.

Love is Love

His loving touch warms my skin.

This is love, it is not sin.

People hate that we are gay.

I wish that they’d just go away.

We are happy, can’t they see?

Can’t they just let us be?

Love is love, it is true.

But some just don’t have a clue.

Why do they bother us?

Why must they cause a fuss?

Religion is just the ruse

that the haters like to use.

They would hate us anyway,

just because we are gay.

They will never make us split.

In my hand, his does fit.

A look from him and I do swoon.

I would bring him the shining moon.

No matter what they try to do,

I’ll still tell him, “I love you!”

Not Too Long

Sometimes I think I’ve lived too long,

Everything right has gone so wrong.

There should be a way to restart,

My tired, aching, broken heart.

Then his smile turned my head,

Maybe my heart is not dead.

He says “hi,” my knees go weak.

This could be the thing I seek.

His touch lights my skin on fire,

Our eyes filled with hot desire.

Maybe things have not gone wrong,

And I have not lived too long.

Life and Gardening

Life is like a backyard garden,

Tend your soul so it won’t harden.

Plant things you like best,

And weed out all the rest.

Fertilize and watch them grow,

Cause if you don’t, it will show.

Take good care of your garden plot,

Or things won’t grow, they will not.

Life is like gardening, again I say,

Both need love and work each day.

The Love of a Mother

I love my mom, this I know.

Her love for me is greater though.

As a kid, I’d laugh and play,

Having fun all through the day.

Then one day I broke a bone,

On her face, teardrops shone.

Near my bed, in a chair,

I opened my eyes and saw her there.

She held my hand and wiped my face,

She prayed for the pain to erase.

I’m more grown now and I know,

A mother’s love is more than show.

Even though I said one day,

I told my mom that I was gay.

My mom turned and said to me,

She didn’t care what I may be.

She said that I am still her son,

And any who hurt me better run.

She’ll protect me wrong or right,

For me, a bear she would fight.

I try my best to be good, not bad.

I want my mom to be always glad.

Call her mom, protector, or friend,

A mother’s love will never end.