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Spirit of Sport

Spirit of Sport It was that one day Where the team can't play Then you join To score a point You start to celebrate But then you just get baked But then the game changes U join the game And loose all the shame U dont earn the fame Although it can be tamed Then move your foot And be able to shoot You tame the fame And win the game Don't think of it Just do it.

Copyright © Mario Marin

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THANK GOD FOR SPORT!!!!!!!!!!!

SITTING ON A COUCH,
ONE SUNDAY AFTERNOON,
BORED.

I TURN ON THE RADIO,
SAME OL' TUNES,
I LOOK AT THE NEWSPAPER,
SAME OL' STORIES,
SO MUCH DRAMA AND GLOOM.

HUMMMMMM,
LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON THE TUBE.

CHANNEL 2
COMMENTATOR GIVEN HIS OPINION,
ABOUT WAR AND POLITICS,
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF IT!!!!!

CHANNEL 4

RECAPPING THE STORIES FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE.

CHANNEL 7

SPIRITUAL-MMERCIAL

GAURANTEE THAT WE ALL WON'T GET TO HEAVAN

JUST WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD SEEN IT ALL

CHANNEL 11

GOT FOOTBALL!!!!!!

IT'S FIRST AND TEN,
AND THE HOME TEAM IS DRIVING,

THE 30,THE 40 , THE 50, WITH EASE.

TOUCHDOWN!!!! 

RAISED ARMS AND HANDS,

OF FANS IN THE STANDS,
AND THE REFEREE.

THEN I REALIZE, AS I STAND THERE,
SHOUTING YES,YES,YES!!!!!!

I WAS ALONE.... BUT CONTENT,
MAKING NOISE.

AS MY ARMS, STILL RAISED,

I CLOSE MY EYES,

THANKING GOD FOR SPORT. 

Copyright © Jesu Johnson

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The Men Sport of Persevering

The feeling of getting rocked for the first time is 
like losing your virginity. How I rise from the producers
decides if I like going down or hate getting up.

Yeah, they saw it. Eyes on me. The ubiquitous 
air is still hear. My ascetic body
still functions on this field of men.

Fighting for friends, flying around full speed.
Go! Go! Go! Epitomizes our support.
The brain yells stop, but the heart whispers fight.

Hard work minus teamwork equals intact pants.
Hard work plus teamwork squared equals a smile.
Perspiration in the eye, never felt better.

The weakest link of our chain better power up
because he who pays the piper will call this tune.
Turns out, I couldn’t cry over spilt milk, if it didn’t spill.

As celebratory we were, we endeavor to looked opportunity
in the eye and purloin her work clothes, 
before she is out of sight and out of mind

Copyright © Darian Brown

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Ancient Sport of Egypt

There was a bated hush over the arena
people watched the warriors fight the lion
it was a battle royal, much needed was stamina
they could not complete their task without it

Fearful of his power and strength
they fought mightily to overcome him
knowing if he got loose he would attack
ripping them from limb to bloody limb

The crowd gasped in hot excitement
secretly they wanted the lion to break free
they were there for blood, the more the better
just so long as it was not their own

The fight carried on some men mauled
as the lion tugged them close
bleeding they were carried off
more warriors took their place


Cheers go up as the mighty lion is overpowered
legs bound up he roars in frustration
the warriors stand round jeering
one grasps his spear and strikes deep

The lion gives a final defiant roar
as he lies blood pouring out
he starts to shake with shock
as his heart pumps to a stop

The smell of battle sweat and blood
hang heavily in the air intoxicating
the cheers fade to a silent respect
the honor that is paid to a worthy foe

written 12/01/2013

contest Ancient Egypt

Copyright © Shadow Hamilton

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Eye Candy Sport

       Eye Candy Sport

Pretty young things fill the caverns of love
Spectators pay to see abortions live
Bets are placed.
Sparsely clad girls with signs march around the rink
Pink, innocent, candy like parades of flesh
On display for all to see
Freedom at play
Skeletons flee the closets
There are no secrets or places left to hide
Eye candy virgins walk the streets at night
As pretty as a picture with a knife

Copyright © Earl Schumacker

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THE ANICENT SPORT

THE ANICENT SPORT

In the ancient arena of the Gods sport,
Men and beast face off against death's final battle
To live or die.
The king of the wild lands, seeks freedoms calling,
He chokes at the rope of captivity, with the sharpened
Claws and jaws of death at his command.
Men heave to control him, to tame him, but he
Has tasted freedom's wind and roomed
 Without chains heavy yolk.
Deny yearnings bequest, for that which
Lies within his heart, a noble creature,
Once a king amongst the beasts, he must
Be free or die inside.
A sacred statue stands in the desert,
It symbolizes Egyptian power and
 Strength.
The sphinx the blending of lion and men,
Joined together in the arena of the gods,
Born to be free, are both in the kindred
Spirit, of the desire to live.

Copyright © cherl dunn

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It's not just a sport

It's more than that.
It's that piece of tinsel lingering 
at the back of your heart, 
hanging onto that rope of your 
hopes and dreams. 
For me, this is soccer.
When I play it I am taken back 
to a world of my own, free of 
school and the stress it causes.
It's my own little igloo chilling 
me to bones and filling the soil 
in me to grow out flowers. 
It is the connection to my 
grandfather, the hope of my 
future.
That poor little ball, being 
strangled by the mouths of the 
bullies,
kicking it around.
This ball belongs to someone, 
but it doesn't know to who.
Goes from goal to goal, one of 
it's own, one of what it's told. 
It's what I breathe, What I 
speak.
Wind running it's sneaky little 
fingers through my hair, 
and the fresh crisp grass 
scruffing dirt onto the source of 
my youth.
Kick Kick Kick. 
It's all up to you, me.
Free that ball and let it fly, It'll 
soar through the sky and fly 
into warm hands, or a net to 
finally catch it. 
It's not just a sport,
It's way more than that.
Soccer is the source of my 
scars, yet the healer of the 
other scars. 
It's the consumer of my mind, 
and heart. 
My happy place.

Copyright © Rachel Peysakhova

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Or hunted for sport

Or hunted for sport

If my eyes don't deceive me 
Iv'e just seen cow's on board this boat
Whilst glancing down upon the trucks
Alas for them sadly this boat is no ark
That's why I fear their future be dark
I just pray cow's are unable to process any thought
Never ponder or wonder how they got caught
Because with every wave we draw nearer to port
I , myself know their future lay fraught
As I know meat can be bought
Sometimes hunted for sport  

    

Copyright © Christopher Flaherty

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The Sport

Upon sources I stumbled on a sort
Upon curiosity I caught on to the sport
Not knowing I would actually in truth
Find someone worthwhile in my smattering youth
He wanted much to get to know me
And I just couldn’t get him to see
I was there only as a friend
I was there solely for me…
I cannot mend what I cannot tend
I surely cannot begin what I did not end
Damnit. 

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal