-The Same Old SongS-
That's all he ever talks about
I sat in church listening to the preacher
Without hearing a single word he said
I was thinking about the football scores
And my favorite team instead
As they passed around the collection plate
I put my money in
Wondering just what was the going rate
To have God absolve you of your sin
When it came time to share a sign of peace
I turned to the pretty lady in the red dress
Giving her my most pious smile
Trying real hard to impress
I shook the preacher’s hand at the door
Saying I loved his sermon that day
Anxious to get out of my tie
And to be on my merry way
As I stopped at the traffic light
With the windows down in my new car
A homeless man walked up to me
And started talking real bizarre
He said, “You know there’s nothing special about Sundays
Nothing special about the building they call a church
By simply going through the ritual
You don’t improve what your soul is worth”
“If you would rather be watching football games
You can talk to me some other time when you are free
And twenty dollars in a collection basket
Doesn’t buy your soul out of poverty”
“That lady in the red dress
Is much too young for you
And you have to fix the relationship you are in
Before moving on to someplace new”
The cars were honking from behind me
Because the traffic light was green
I turned around to shout at them
Then turned back and that man was nowhere to be seen
I drove the rest of the way home in a haze
Wondering if I imagined the whole scene
But when I turned on the football game
That man was in a commercial on my screen
“So think about the words I said
And talk to me on your own time
In a location of your choosing
When you are in the right frame of mind”
“I am always available to hear you
And provide guidance along the way
But the outcome of these football games
Is not a thing for which to pray”
So, I gave up church on Sundays
And I donate to other charities instead
And today I am a more religious man
Always conversing with God inside my head
To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?
When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?
To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded…
They'll make the 'magic' that's on your side.
Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.
So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…
And do the Victory Dance.
It’s raining all day!
The kids are playing football –
They just love to play!
In the field of life-
There’s a cause to strife.
For us to thrive-
We all must strive.
There are oppositions-
Beware of commotions.
Give no suppositions,
Attacks are no assumptions.
As a team we play-
With a goal every day.
The drive to win,
The play all have seen.
Every tactics with a pass-
Is a marriage with the grass.
The children of the couple;
Others it can topple
With hands on deck
There’ll be no wreck
For a goal-
Is a radiation of every role
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Having leg pain
May mean legs not getting
Proper blood flow
Called Peripheral Arterial Disease (PAD)
What is PAD
With PAD arteries that carry blood to your legs
Feet or arms clogged with fats, others
Can slow or even stop blood flow
Common sign of PAD leg pain or cramping
Pain comes when you move
As you Walk, climb stairs or exercise
May go away when you rest
Healthy lifestyle can help
Provider may ask you to
Get regular exercise
Eat a heart healthy diet
Important to control problems
High Blood Pressure
Surgery is needed for PAD
What does "I love you" mean?
Why is "does" spelled that way?
Who makes the rules and by what authority?
Where is where?
and the most pernicious (in my experience)
dancy dancy dance dance yippee hoorah hooray
The season ends
with the Superbowl
as a Giants fan
make it this year
Purchased an old sports
"Giant Quarterback" by
Anyone out there
Soon it will be back for me
I have decided to watch the battle
Violent and dangerous as it is
the game is something which
has been a part of my life
My life - which is an hourglass with the sands running out
Footballs guarded like gold bars.
ISIS severes headlines from
Forward is backward
Reverse is attractive
A prison ward devoid of words
Speechless, how captivating
meaningless has become
A dictatorship of media sensationalism
dig beneath the surface
you've heard it before.
Over and over again
the same ol record spins
has separated us
from feeling anything
more than an
Where's love's lesson?
Don't think twice
went on a suicide mission
to restore hope in all of
The equivalent of our hereos
shoots balls through hoops
and complian having
to wear suits.
Really wish there was
a person who could fly.
Soar above hype and fortune
truly worthy of the title of hero
Need life more simplified.
Need the whos and whys
answered with so what!
Put suffering souls
forward and front
recognize those who
call them heroes
for highlighting what matters
He oozed charm, this aging lothario.
Gallantry was his middle name.
Yet, he lived in the past
in the glory days of football wins
denying his saggy abdomen
blind eye, and fungus crusted feet…
Gallantry was his middle name
and he wheedled his way into the affections
of many lost and lonely woman.
When the only women
of true importance in his life
were his daughters…
He lived in the past
slept with his dog, and swam in Speedos
bald pate shining in the sun.
Once, long ago he was married to a cheerleader.
She’s stopped cheering, as his life filled
with their daughter and she was no longer his girl.
Caught between life, death,
and the deep blue sea, he swam.
Arriving at the home of each new prospective conquest
with the requisite flowers and small talk.
The glory days of football still danced
before his single good eye upon the giant bar screen,
where he served mimosa’s and other drinks with a wink.
He smiled with a well-worn charm, and didn’t touch the stuff.
Still, he tried. But, most times,
he felt more at home
with his daughters…
On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football
The crowds bay for blood
Shouts of foul and blind as a bat
The decision absurd
The referee a drunkard
Shouts of bar steward,
And your mothers questionable character
Cleaned up for posterity
The game goes on
Frank, the winger another yellow card
Another fine, I fear he will be barred
Groans for Bill a night watchman by trade
I think he’s a blade (Sheffield United supporter)
But not a very good keeper I’m afraid
Then there’s the striker
Super king Jack, 40 a day and a cough to match
Will need a penalty to score in this match
What about ken, a beer belly full back,
Rarely runs for fear of a heart attack
And slugger the centre half
Likes to break legs,
And still the only guy to sup a half a keg
Smooth talking tommy pulls birds on the six yard line
Greased black hair, and knobbly knees to match
Still Skill is not this team’s forte, for we are Britain’s
Taking part is our religion
Lost another game two nil
But won three two at fighting, brill
Bottom of the league
First Aid in the pub
A good drink after
Enemies in the field, but forever friends in laughter.
That’s Sunday football league
Home to the wife
And Sunday dinner, roast beef and Yorkshire pud
Another bottle of bud
Feet up, settee calls
Dreams of Wembley, and Sheffield Wednesday
Not a bad life for this Yorkshire clan
Here in Sheffield where football began.
Just like a football I am kicked aroun'
I refuse to let such things get me down
I shall e'er keep in sight
And strive with all my might
To press toward the goal to claim my crown
Entry for kristen bruni's "Football" contest
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Let's Limerick Contest
Tribute To Football
It was the start of a decade not to be forgotten.
It was my growing up period. A very bad year for me
in many ways. My last year of Jr. High I was kicked out
for smoking in boy's restroom. Then a few months later
I was kicked out again in my first of high school,
smoking on school property as the Vice-Principal was
waiting for me out side of door way, as I lit up, there he
was. My dog shep died just before school started.
After those things it was a great year. Some great
TV shows were on that year, the debut of the Andy
Griffith show with good old Barney Fife as his deputy.
Then there was the Jack Benny Show, My Three Sons,
and Life and Legend of Wyatt Earp and many more.
The Pittsburt Pirates defeated the New York Yankees in
Seven games in a huge upset. The Eagles upset the
Green Bay Packers in the NFL Title Game, this was way
before the Super Bowl. Movies coming our way were
Psycho a very scary movie. David Jansen made a movie called
"Ring of Fire", where he played a Deputy Marshall overpowered by
these two escaped convicts and this girl, they took him hostage,
up into the Oregon Forest, this fire breaks out creating a lot of drama.
John F. Kennedy was elected our President, I was too young to vote for
him, but if elected again I was going to vote for him. This was before i
became a Republican, but then came November 22, 1963 changed all of that.
My friend Danny and I started our 3rd year working at the Iowa State Fair
as ticket takers on the midway. That fall him and I went to our
first sock hop at our new school East High, we didn't dance with anyone,
we went to look at the pretty girls, us being too shy to talk with them.
Our football team had a great season with a 6-2 record. They won the big
six conference and the City Championship. I really miss going to those
high school football games.
Music was starting to go downhill for me, until Chubby Checker came
out with the song "The Twist" then later came the Beach Boys and Dion
was great. Was so young in 1960 i had my whole life in front of me,
now most of it is behind me. But those were great times.
It won't be long now, and football will rule,
those die hard fans, and there are quiet a few.,
One wrong word, and they are ready to fight,
can't miss this, grownups acting a sight.
They get painted all up, looking cute for TV,
the true fans stand out, ready for all to see.
Soon, very soon, football will rule,
so don't be on the wrong side, if you scream out boo.
Let me go, fly like a bird, enter safiri, living.
Let me live, ambition, eat, sleep, talk.
I like to live, fly right, above birds.
What's this, knowledge, happiness, edible food.
Fly like an eagle, walk like a hero, s'happinin young one.
Dutch cowboys, living pirates, spin like the Matrix.
Women Who LOVE Football
Are DIFFERENT from the rest
They live their LIFE with PASSION
They love their FAMILY best.
They aren’t afraid to get their hands DIRTY
They are not afraid to FIGHT
They know how to put their GAME FACE on
Attempting last DOWN's under Stadium lights.
They are always ready to EXECUTE their OPTIONS
They always plan to SCORE
They have a sense of PURPOSE
And are STRONGER than they think.
They WILL NEVER GIVE UP without a fight
They always PLAY by all the RULES
They have a positive ATTITUDE
They always keep their COOL.
Women who LOVE Football
Will always WIN with STYLE
And if they ever happen to LOSE
They will always lose with DIGNITY
Leaving their problems upon the FIELD.
(Version 2 revised December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(December 21, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
We are not perfect by no means at all,
some are too skinny, some are too tall,
I was always the tallest in my class,
until High school, then I found my match.
5' 7'' kinda tall for a girl,
then I decided, I wanted to twirl,
The football players always kidded with me,
but I knew they were flirting, they really liked me.
My hair was long, and blonde as can be,
they told me not past the shoulders, little Crissy.
I had to pile it up, but it never stayed,
stringy haired twirler, out on the stage.
Now , I think back to those football games,
remembering those memories, of my High School
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
All the girls,
would moan, and sigh,
this hunk passed by.
Not a beauty,
I was tall, and lean,
some called me beanpole,
kids can be so mean.
and so very shy,
if a guy spoke to me,
I would nearly die.
My face turned red,
as my heart raced crazy wild,
it happened every time,
a guy would smile.
Then it seemed,
a change came overnight,
my clothes started clinging,
to my curves overnight.
My hair started growing,
and the color changed,
the sunshine had bleached it,
or that was what I claimed.
Enjoying my freshman year
in my mini skirt,
a high school girl,
learning to flirt.
So tender in years,
my heart still unhurt,
I remember his name,
sexy football Burt.
Football fever is everywhere,
favorite team colors we all wear.
Season tickets are hard to find,
No, no, I can't let go of mine.
Half time is fun, just watching the band,
I love it all, I'm a football fan.
I do not know?
** I have decided to possibly write a poetry book with a poetry dedicated to each victim of the sandy shooting if it possible to do. I would appreciate anyways help in helping me to do so.
*** This poem is dedicated to Jack Pinto, one of the children who were killed in the shooting. He was a big NY Giants fan.
Will be heard from the sky,
As Jack plays football with the angels.
He will be wearing #80 for his favorite football player was the wide receiver on the Giants.
Although, he died small, his love is lighting up heaven as big as a giant.
Now when you see lightning in the sky,
Don't be scared.
It is just Jack winning in football.
Striking down the football as his winning dance.
I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown
A fresh breeze and a new way of life is what I found
So please don’t cry
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown
In and out of foster homes
My only comfort was pulling this holster alone
From school to football practice
Academy award winner
my moms was the number one actress
From football practice
to back to those two huge oak trees
A metaphor is simply that cold winters choked my knees
And I know it’s gonna hurt
Seeing “Class of 2005” imprinted on my shirt
Maybe it’s me being selfish
But how could I not tell you without a kiss
Like me expecting to go to war
and forgetting to enlist
High school memories was fun and games
Embarrassment was done in by shame
Senior days are now numbered
Summer smirks ever so humble
Along with my peers
my misery is pumping me up to fumble
Still I know you wanna see me in cap-n-gown
A fresh breeze and new way of life is what I found
So please don’t cry
When you don’t see me in my cap-n-gown
Dude, guess what?
Yesterday, I got to go through my dad’s dealership
and pick out a sweet ride for my 16th birthday!
It’s a convertible, dude
It’s a hot rod, dude
It’s red, dude
It’s a hot, hot rod
And it’s got chrome-covered wheels!
Wait until the guys get a load of this!
Dude, this weekend, wanna go get drunk?
Ah! Dude! I totally saw my wellness teacher
at the Rush yesterday! She was
benching more than half the football team!
I could totally take her though!
I’m not going to let a woman tell me what to do!
Dude, I better retake the ACT this Saturday
I totally need a 16 to play on the football team
at Northwestern Kentucky State Community College!
Remind me not to drink too much after the game!
And we’re totally gonna smoke Blount County! Huh! Huh! Huh!
Dude, this guy totally looked at me funny
in the bathroom between classes! Man, we gave him the
hugest swirly! You shoulda been there!
Dude, I got practice after school today
but afterwards, you wanna go roll that queer in Bio class?
I can’t forget those days baby
No I can't forget at all
When you used to love me madly
When I was only your doll!
You have loose character
I have known it later
It has driven me crazy
Baby I feel so lonely!
Baby I am not bad at all
But you treat me like a football
That’s why now I curse you
But I pray for you too!
Baby now I hate you
As much as I love you
You are like my favorite food
Baby I am not very good!
Just like football I’m a team player
But In the game of life; one could get a dagger
In ones back; if one is not careful.
Even if one adheres to the rules; it may seem like one big hassle
One could get blamed for being a fool;
All the while, trying to play it cool
As one climbs to the top
While riding the coattails of some boy genius
Defended him on the spot
By brown nosing and yes man grinning
Shaking hands puts one spinning,
Out of control and a bit confused.
One thing I should say is-
“Stay true to you!”
So one does not look like a buffoon.
On ones gallop to the peek
Then the rat race will not seem so bleak
I do not know?
Crouched in a three-point stance
Coiled like a cobra, ready to strike
Knuckles white with clenched anticipation
Springing forward with a snap
Colliding with violent fury
A test of wills
A match of strength
Irresistable force meets immovable object
A clash of titans
A battle of behemoths
Play after play
Game after game
Season after season
Broken bones, shattered joints
Bumps, bruises, and blood
Sweat and tears
Heart and soul
All for the glory of the game
To batter through and reach the goal
To be the last warrior standing
When the final whistle blows
To be carried off the field of combat
Perched high on padded shoulders
By comrades who bled with you
Football Fever is here in the South,
rivalry is what it is all about.
Two teams together that begin with an A,
which will have victory today?
Eyes are glued to the tv screen,
with every play, here come the screams.
Stands are full, can't hold anymore,
strangely, I thought I heard a roar.
The Tide is high, up to an elephants ears,
it's Alabama Football, again my dear.