Monday, June 20, 2011

A Fighting World

Oh! God, what would you do if the world didn't fight for something?
First, when you created the heaven and earth there were
Fights between the Bengals and the Lions fight for food ,
The sky was full of Seahawks better known as Chargers!
The Seahawks charged the Eagles out of the sky,
You could always see a Cardinal trying to sit on a Ram's back.

You can always see a Cowboy ride a Bronco, with the little Colt along side!
The Cowboy always had Brown pants on!
Speaking of colors you could always see Indian Chiefs
With their Redskins Raiders coming after the Giant Cowboys.
And sometimes win.
God, when the war was over you could see the Falcons
Flying over for food.

Speaking of wars remember when there where only small wars
Between Vikings and the Buccaneers and all they fought for was
The meat of the Dolphins!
Now , we have Packers wanting Bears and Bronco meat and some -
Times Ram meat.
Speaking of wanting something now, we have the Oilers in
Texas fighting for more than 49 dollars a barrel of oil.

Today God, we have people in Washington fighting over Bills.
We have Bills in congress to get more money for Jets so they
Can be used as Chargers against the USSR!
These men think they are Patriots, I can say the Patriots
Of today are not like the 49's of years gone by.
I could say a lot about the Patriots in Washington today.
But all I will say is Oh God, They are no Saints.
God, what are you going to do about all the fighting?
God, don't tell me you are just going to sit and watch TV!
Oh God do you watch football like me!!!
You know God I am a coach!

By Brock

Baseball World

Oh! God when you started making the heaven and the earth
You had the Cardinals, Blue jays and the Orioles flying high.
You had the Tiger, who were Giants in the earlier days.
God you had and still have the lonely Cubs.

After a few lean years you gave us the Indians of America
And the Mariners fighting the Pirates on the sea for royalties
Of the monarchy.
Who wants to be the Royals!
After the Pirates expose north America, there were wars
Between the Braves, who wanted to stay and the Rangers
Who want to protect the white people.
The Indians wore red paints and Red Sox.
The Rangers wore White Sox so the Indians and Rangers could
Tell who they were fighting, not that the Rangers and the
Indians could ever be Twins!
The Indians were called the Dodgers, because they could run.
The Rangers were no Yanks, because they were from the south.
The Rangers never got A's from the way they fought!

The Padres ended the war by having the Indians and the Rangers
In America come to Philadelphia!
They Met and had beer at the Brewer's home.
They ended their strikes and wars!

God had the Astros in the sky.
The Padres to pray, because the Pirates and Mariners
Were no Angels.
God, had the Cardinals pray for the Indians and the Rangers.
Thank God!
God, had the Astros to watch over them all.
Oh! God thanks for baseball.

By Brock

A Gift

I gave a gift to a hot tempered kid.
She would not except my gift.
She thought I was a nice prick.
I told her its just the thought
That counts, but after I left I
Would like to have given her a kick.

I could not use the gift.
I gave the T shirt to my receptionist.
She took the shirt, that was a little
Small on her, but what a fit!!
She excepted the gift with a smile on her face
I would of liked to have given her a kiss.
She did not make me feel like a prick.
Now with a smile on my face, I'm going
Down to the Oasis.

By Brock

To Call At This Time

I thought of a girl last night
I was going to call,
But I didn't want to restrict her time.
Her Time might be occupied?
I was not capable of calling at all.

I thought of all the time that had lapsed.
I thought of spring when we sat in a swing.
I thought of summers when we were light headed.
I thought of winters when I would keep her phone a jingling.

I remember traveling 244 miles just to get a good nights sleep.
I remember the joy and respect and love
And everything she gave me.
I have given her a long thing.
I have given her a little round thing.
That shines in her eye.

This is not the time to think of the hard times.
This is not the time for heart aches.
This is the time to make some money
The Big State B's basketball tournament is on TV.

By Brock

Time

It can move as fast as a roaring jet.
It sometimes moves like a slow cranny.
Time can be an asset or a liability.
We never want time to sit.

Time is for us to use.
We can us it to heal.
We can use it to expand our mind.
Time is never typical.
Time is like a burning fuse.

When we want time to rush along, it moves so slowly.
When we want time to slow down, it moves so swiftly.
Time can be happy.
Time can be sad.
You should never think of time as of something you had.
You should think of time as something you have.
So use the time you have correctly!

By Brock

The First Place

Good morning honey???
Yes, I went out drinking last night.
I didn't get drunk in the first place!
I didn't get drunk in the third place,
But I was getting funny!
I told stories about you and me!
In the forth place, I almost got into a fight.
You could say, I was just clumsy.
I did not get drunk in the " 5 " place!
When I got to the sixth place, I thought of our love live.
Honey, that was no jive,
That is why, I came home so late last night.
Before you say anything about last night,
I want you to know I love you.
I love you in the first place,
I love you all the time.
I didn't forget that today is mother's day.
Our children and I will always love you Honey.

By Brock

Pain

There is a pain inside of you when
You loose someone you love,
There is a hurt feeling when you are
The last to be picked.
The hurt comes when people make fun of you.
Pain is when people believe you are taboo.

There is a pain when after five and one half years
You have reached a goal.
Now that you reached that goal, there
Is nowhere else to go from where you sit.
You have to think of another goal to go for.
You know it would be more of a pain
To sit tight.
You cannot go and say take this and shove it!

There are many kinds of pain.
There is a pain you get when a beautiful
Lady will not dance with you.
There is a hurting feeling when you are not invited to a party.
People at parties worry about the right chemistry.
You see!

There is always a kind of pain from worry.
There is pain just sitting around killing time.
There is a pain I sometimes get from thinking
Of all the mistakes I've made.
Sometimes pain makes me feel unfree.

People need many kinds of pains.
We need the pain of happiness.
We need the pain of sadness.
People need pain for it means growth.
People with pain always have challenges.

By Brock

Adults Should Sometimes Act Like Little Children

Little children like to show a smile.
They do not know how to lie.
The child believes in dreams.
He doesn't know what prejudice is or means.
He knows how to show love.
He does not know the word hate.
The little child can't take people and push and shove.
He may say what is to discriminate?
A little child never seems to waste a minute.
He laughs with people in joy, but he
Never laughs at people.
The child always wants to reach the summit.
A child always feels special.
No matter what you do, a child is there
To listen to your problems and ready
To put his little arms around you.
A child has a heart of silver and gold.
Ready to give.
He is never cruel.
He just wants to have fun and live.
He ask what is a handicap?
Is it something in the head
Is it just a disadvantage?
He seems to be smarter than some people,
Who wears ties and a hat .
A child believes in the word magical.
He doesn't show it but he is logical.
He always wants answers.
Now parents and adults tell them how to act
Isn't that to bad.

Life Is Like A Basketball Game

Did you know that life is sometimes like a basketball game?
When a basketball game starts, they jump ball.
Everyone reaches for the ball.

When a child is born everybody wants
To hold the child till it balls
Which is sometimes a shame.
After a game gets started the players
Begin to run ragged. The coach prays
For a quiet time out to settle them down.

When a child first begins to grow,
He runs all the time to see his world
And his eyes are always a glow.
He causes his mother to run ragged.
If only she could get him to settle down!

Once the ball game settles down,
The players learn team work.
They pass the ball around, they learn
They can't always play one on ones.

The child grows up and goes to school.
He learns he can't do anything without
Friends, he finds out that there are
Always set plays in life. In basketball
There is the give and go!
The coach would say kiss and go!

By Brock

Exercise

EXERCISE
NO
GOT TO
WILL
EXERTION
PERFORMANCE
SWEAT
ACTION
TRAIN
FEEL
HURT
CAN
UNEASY
STOP
SLEEPY
TOMORROW
MORE
EXERCISE
EASIER


By Brock

Long Shot

Sometimes the boy in school takes out a girl and
He will kiss her and she will go!

When you make a mistake in a basket ball game,
The referee will call foul - foul
When a man in life makes a mistake,
The people may call for the law.

The ball game is now in the last quarter
It could just as well be in the first as well
As the fourth quarter. The player could be
Winning or loosing at this point. They sometimes
Take long shots. No matter what the players do,
The cheerleaders watch.

Now in life it could be in the beginning
Of life or at about the end of life men take long
Shots in the dark! They sometimes score,
But no matter their mother and coach will
Always watch.
They will always say never give up.
I am coach Brock!!!!

By Brock

Dreams

My feet are so that they could balance The world.
I have the strength in my legs to be a marathon runner.
I have the lean legs to be a great sprinter.
My hands are as rugged and strong as a horse.
My hands are as soft and gentle as an orchid.
My shoulders are as strong as to hold the human race.
My shoulder can be as soft as a beautiful lady's smile.
My eyes are as clear as clear as a clean stain glass window.
My eyes always see through people who are ignorant.
My ears are as strong as not to hear a fool,
My ears are as tender as to hear a baby's cry.
My mouth is always open for communication.
My mouth is always shut to criticism.
My chin is never down.
My mind is always clear of prejudice.
My heart is as big as a condominium.
My heart has never been broken.
My faith in God is always strong.
My spirit is never broken.

I wish, I could forget all the mistakes I've made.
I wish, I could get by a day without
Feeling like I'm on a sale block.
I wish, I could get by a day without
Seeing ignorant people.
I wish, I could get through a day
Without feeling hurt.
I wish, I could get through a day
Without forcing a smile upon my face.
I wish, I could receive some respect
For what I have done.

I have coached a team to an undefeated season.
I wrote a song that was number one.
I never cry.
I never worry about time.
I never sleep alone.
I am a great fisherman.
I am the best hunter of birds.
I am never drunk.
I always listen to my friends and enemies.
I am never a fool.
I never receive abuse from the human race.

I guess some dreams are never fulfilled.
I guess, I will always have dreams.
A dream of a better job.
A dream of a better life.
I will never give up on love for my fellow man.
So dream my fellow friends.
Our dream may come true!

By Brock

I Need Your Hand

I can catch a fallen star and hand it to you.
I can get you to believe in love again.
I can keep the moon shinning all night long.
I can keep the glow in your eyes all night long.
All I need is your hand.
All I need is your hand.
I can make the sun shine for you all day.
I can make the mighty Mo river seem like a farm
Yard stream.
I can make your loneliness a thing of the past.
I can make you feel like walking on a cloud.
I can make the weight on your shoulders feel like wings.
All I need is your hand.
All I need is your hand.
I can make the tables of life turn easy time for you.
I can make the burning fire under your feet feel
Like a cool breeze.
I can make your tear drops turn into lolly pops.
Nothing will be the same for you and me.
All I need is your hand.
Yes all I need is your hand to make our dreams come true.

By Brock

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Lasso a Memory

The Butch Cassidy and His Hole in the Wall
Gang of 72 gallop no more,
But every year since they still lasso
A memory, when ever I see the basketball
Tournament on TV.
There is no more big bang from the big green machine.
The gang is still running and gunning in their own
Special way.
They talk to this day about the victory,
They brought back to town.
After all these years the smoke has cleared,
But we still have and always will have the crown.
Who ever said Yankton was robbed!
The gang will go down in history as one of the best.
In all the years wouldn't you think the gang would need rest?
Maybe maybe maybe!!
The guns maybe a little rusty!!
I still remember the guy that shot a 44 inside.
There was a guy that shot a 22 always from the wings.
There was a guy , who shot a 34 from every angle even from the top
And yes, there was a guy, who liked to assault you from way
Out in the boon docks with his 32 cal. that never missed.
There was also, a guy with a 40 cal.. gun who liked
To out jump them all!!
I will always have happy memories of that gang, with all
That speed and with all those guns and all their power!!!!
I was coach Brock to that team in my dream!!

By Brock

Getting Old

The older you get,
The faster time flies.
The questions of live are fewer now.
You worry less about what people think.
Your laughter has turned to a type of trustless.
The more you are catalogued.

The older you get,
The more the pants and shirts don't fit
Like they once did.
The eye's sight is more tunneled.
The hair is lighter.
The plate at supper is never empty.
The radio and TV is turning up louder
Than when you were young.

The older you get,
The more your tummy seems to sag
Out and over to you knbow where!
Your face has a new value to the young.
The hands are ruff for all the things
And people you have touched and held in all your younger days!!
Some pain now never goes a way with time
As it once did.
It only increases theses these days.

The older you get,
The more people call you Ms
Your friends are fewer than before,
But they are stronger than before.
Your runs down town have turned to a slow walk.
The older you get the closer you read the
Obituaries.
With age you have less to say,
But one thing to the young you all say is
"There is an old rule the young get older
With time, so keep on trucken"!!

By Brock

I'm Getting Older

When I was young, I wanted to be older.
I dreamed of being alone out in the ocean.
Some times I dreamed of being a wave,
Just rippling back and forth all day
In the bright lit sun light.
Now that I am older, I want to be younger.
Ever one is younger than I.
Now I sit at my desk, working my tail off.
The dreams come much fewer these days.
I dream now of sharing a dream if its Only of a four leaf clover.

By Brock

Reunion

The long over do vacation
The end of a long separation
The lack of sleep
A rekindle of old flames
The reawaking of old friendships
The hypertension, because of the apprehension
Of the memories of old times
The joy for happy new memories
So let us all have a happy reunion to remember
The drinks are on me!!!

By Brock

Today or Tomorrow

Everyday is a new day.
Today is your birthday for every day is a new beginning.
If you live only for today, you will ruin what tomorrow
Might bring.
Do not let any day pass you by.
Do not wait for life to come your way.
Today begin your life the way you want it to be.
You should always look toward tomorrow with a little glee.
Never look back at yesterday.
Always look forward to today and then there is tomorrow
And a new dream for you.

By Brock

Hope

There is hope in spring fever and in a rainbow.
There is always hope in tomorrow.
There is endless hope were the sunshine glows.
There is always hope in being in love.
A new born baby brings hope to the human race.
There is hope in a mother's smile.
There is hope in something so simple as laughter
And a hug.
There is endless hope in dreams and in miracles.
There is always hope in chivalry.
There is endless hope in the beginning of everything.
There is always hope in prayer.
To have hope all you have to believe in your
Fellow man and to believe in yourself.

By Brock