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My Rodeo Cowboy

papa said 
son what you going to do 
with your life

now that you have 
no money job 
or wife

he said papa
I'm going to 
leave this town

think I'll
join up with the rodeo 
and break them bulls down 

Maybe even rope
me a stallion or
even a clown

Son you better
take another 
look around

for theres no money
for bull riders
thrown to the ground

or being stepped on
by a horse or bull
weighing over eight hundred pounds

Papa I promise 
Ill make you proud
of your rodeo cowboy when I'm done

And promise 
not to be thrown or bucked off
to the ground

So papa please come
visit when our show's
in town

for I'll be 
the one riding high on 
the biggest bull that's found

hanging on for just 
eight seconds while I'm
listening for that bells sound

just kicking those sides
of horses and bulls
jumping up and down

with coming out your
top rodeo champion and
bull rider found

Tribute To
The Rodeo Cowboys 
and Cowgirls

Hang Tough

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The Victory Dance

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… 
And ‘Sooner Magic’ is 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.

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The inpact of sports

I love to stay involed with my community.One of the ways I do that is by playing 
sports. Playing sports is a great way to meet new people. It’s fun because when I 
go to some of the other high schools I see people from our old teams who you 
are playing against now. Everyone involved in sports here at Mercy High is 
encouraging and supporting. The sports I am involved in are cross country, 
basketball, and soccer.   
	One of the sports I do is cross country. This is the first year I have 
ever done cross country. It has been extremely fun being on the cross country 
team because all the girls on the team are super nice. During every race they will 
be there cheering me on, even if I am the last one too cross the finish line. I think 
that running can be boring, but my parents, coaches and other runners always 
encourage me. The main reason I am doing cross country though is to stay in 
shape for basketball.
	My favorite sport is basketball, which I play in the winter. I have been 
playing basketball ever since I was a second grader. Basketball is my favorite 
sport because I love the way the game is constructed..  Basketball is a team 
sport. You could be the best player in the world but have awful teammates which 
could results in a loss. 
	During the Spring I play soccer. Just like basketball, soccer is a team 
sport. You need to be able to communicate with the other players. I have been 
playing soccer almost my whole life. Soccer is a great sport for anyone to play 
because when you are younger the soccer ball and fields are all smaller. Some 
sports are to hard to play when you are young because you don’t have the 

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The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 

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Cristiano Ronaldo

Came to Manchester United as an 18 year old
With a lot of potential and talent to use
Back then you were just a cocky showboat
But you practised everyday and had the right attitude

Your determination, passion and desire
To keep improving has to be admired
Sir Alex Ferguson said you’re the most talented player he’s ever had 
And you said he was like your football dad

You amaze us all with your skills and tricks
You get frustrated at yourself for any shot you miss
In my eyes you will be the greatest ever
Thank you for all the memories you gave us in Manchester

You never hid the fact it was your goal to be the best
Well you’ve achieved that
I remember when I cried when you left
Us for Madrid, hopefully one day you will be back

People call you “arrogant” because of your desire to be the greatest
But you’re humble as you do a lot for charity and people who need it
You even paid 50k out of your own money for a child’s cancer treatment
You wanted to be the best and you’ve achieved it

Each year you just keep getting better
And continue to amaze me
Most football fans consider you one of the greatest ever
Thank you for all the inspiration you have gave me

As a kid you hit a teacher with a chair because she made fun of your Portuguese accent
You were constantly told you wouldn’t make it as a footballer
Now it’s you who’s laughing
Anytime people told you, you couldn’t, you stood taller

Last night you won your third ballon D’or
Giving us football fans a lot of moments of heaven
In almost every match you score
You will always be the best Cristiano Ronaldo 7 

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Legend of the Red October Run

Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners 


Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic” 
Than the Red October Run.

The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.

There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.

By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.

“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.

The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.

Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.

Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.

No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers?  The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.

The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense 
   and find a way to win? 

Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?

Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.

It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be 
   ticket buyers.
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?

The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.

Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.

Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.

Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.

Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered.  Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
    had been renewed,

There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.

For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.

But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.

At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”.  Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.

The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.

Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.

Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.

Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.

To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.


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Every time I lace up my tennis shoes
I’m always ready I don’t know about you
We can't win all the time; but we can win some of the time
Hope holds great promise, your opportunities unknown,
But God is always helping, and you're never alone.
Trust could be very thin
But, with trust, let it begin
As I look into the mirror, my eyes, my life look empty
You want excuses for such words, don't worry I've got plenty
Complaining has got me no where and I'm on my way to nothing
I know that I can do it, I can live and become something
Failure is definitely nothing I fear
I know that my focus keeps success far from here
The opposition all around me will not get in my way
I know that circumstances, people, and things that I need
Will come to me as I focus at an disturbing rate of speed
To exceed in the test
Leave to God the rest
I heard it in my spirit to do not give up and do not stop;
All I wanted was to be the one at the top.
Keep the pace, life goes by fast
So do not stop pushing forward complete your task

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Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore

                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you

                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm

                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun

                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   

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Rahul Dravid

Rahul Dravid is called "The Wall",
A true servant to the game of Bat and Ball.
He is nicknamed Mr.Dependable,
since his dedication is Remarkable.
He displays a lot of commitment,
with his great temperament.
He is a man who is selfless,
and the number of runs he scored is countless.
He has played consistently against all nations,
indeed,with a lot of patience.
Though his game looks quite simple,
opponents have to do a job which is ample.
Everytime he comes out to bat in any session,
he seems to be like a Man on a Mission.
His technique to budding stars is like a guide book,
the footprints of Dravid in Indian cricket have the best look.

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The Undisputed

The Undisputed

 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.

 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf

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Summer 2012 Olympics: Womens Beach Volleyball

I wish I could be as gorgeous as you are now. Strong and strong-willed. Muscled and lean. Compact, hard, soft, curved. Covered in sand. You are all long legs, tendons straining to push muscles further. You are all long hair tied back, braided. Concentration written on your face. 4 girls. 1 net. 1 ball. 21 points. And you are a glowing beast.

Dedicated to Misty May-Treanor and Kerry Walsh.

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Black Is Beautiful

Black is Courageous Martin Luther King and Nelson Mandela struggled for their cause and proved it to all of us Black is Endurance Black marathon runners displaying their stamina in an outstanding performance Black is Fast Black sprinters racing at speeds that still remain unsurpassed Black is Proud Black Power members raised their hands and shouted it aloud Black is Beautiful Black People worldwide dressed up in their finery looking very colourful
I dedicate this to all Black People

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Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    

Tribute To Football

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Given It All

The match is approaching for time has now passed;
He eats a quick meal – knowing it to be last.

The field it is awaiting within thick fog and lights –
He knows that tonight is sure to be a fight.

He gets on a knee and says a quick prayer;
He does it so swiftly – this occasion not rare.

The field now approaches, ominous yet serene –
He sees his team waiting, their strength to be seen.

The ball is kicked and soars like a hawk;
And bodies collide with a thud and a shock.

A fight it turns out – their opponent of great size,
But his team presses forward with a fearless disguise.

Hard hits are given and he takes a few;
But he presses on, for his brothers do to.

Win or loss, fallen or tall,
He walks off the field having given it all.

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The Last One Picked

My palms would sweat. I’d get physically sick.
Why was I always the last one they’d pick?
There were times I would not be selected at all,
for a physical game, I was pretty darn small.

I watched as they’d point, whisper, and scheme;
avoid if they could choosing me for their team.
My Dad told me, “Son, God made you this small,
to prove it’s not height that makes someone tall.”

So, he set up a goal post, and bought me a tee.
He told me, “Success would be all up to me.”
I practiced my kicking whenever I could.
I worked very hard ‘till I got pretty good.

I’ll never forget that hot summer day,
tryouts for high-school to see who would play.
The teasing began as I stepped on the field.
My jersey so big, they laughed and they squealed.

The coach even grinned, as I heard him say,
“This is not a good sport for peewees to play.”
The practice was brutal, even more than I thought.
But then, towards the end, at last came my shot.

Coach explained how important a kicker would be.
Last season they had lost four games under three.
He placed the ball down on the thirty-yard line,
forty-yards from the goal I had claimed to be mine.

There must have been twenty or more who had tried,
all woefully short as the coach merely sighed.
With hands on his head he looked to the sky.
I was the last to step up and ask, “Can I try?”

Everyone laughed, ‘till he shouted, “Enough!”
then mockingly said to me, “Show us your stuff.”
As I carefully positioned the ball on the tee,
it seemed the whole world was laughing at me.

So, I called on the power that God will provide,
then glanced to a nod from my Dad on the side.
Three great big steps and my toe struck the ball.
I caught it just right. I knew how after all.

It seemed like slow-motion as the team stopped to stare.
The ball gently tumbled as if floating on air.
The looks on their faces I could never replace,
as it split through the uprights with plenty of space.

I looked towards my Dad now beaming with pride,
then turned to the coach with his mouth open wide.
Cheers were replacing the laughs I’d revered,
on the day that hard work overcame what I feared.

I went on to college and professional ball,
but that was the kick I enjoyed most of all.
I don’t think I’d ever have worked quite that hard,
if I wasn’t picked last on that old school yard.

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Kevin Garnett

KG, the "Big Ticket"
as you are fondly called
every game you bring it
playing so fierce and so bold..

From high school sensation
to NBA superstar
an MVP recognition
and a 10-time All-Star..

Filling up the stats 
and lighting up the scoreboard
with each board, dime, swipe, swat,
and every hoop that you score..

The talent, the leadership,
the aura, the appeal,
the whole package, you have it
plus all those endorsement deals..

An outstanding contributor
on and off the court
a citizenship award winner
the community you support..

One of the greatest ever
but still without a ring
soon you'll get what you deserve
and be hailed champion, a king..

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Dad's Gone Fishing

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                                           S  D  A Y   So                        I  S   H   E  M  O

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Three Point Play



Tangled and twisted the players fight tooth and nail
the fourth quarter minutes were quickly counting down
with beads of sweat pouring down senses set on each minuet detail   
a dream so alive could they win the championship crown

It had all come down to 12 seconds that remained on the clock
vibrantly alert each player envisioned the ultimate prize and achievement 
the coliseum roared with excitement as the coach gave them a last second pep talk
a feeling of euphoria engulfed the players as fear fell absent

as the ball entered into play
down the court with scrambling confusion, two points separate 
with eight seconds remaining on the clock, the ball flies and is stolen away
a quick pass to the star player with hopes he will accommodate

fingers teeming with energy  and his mind focusing intense 
he jostles and pivots for position
The crowd screaming hanging in suspense
he releases the ball in a proud confident exhibition

silence engulfed the crowd as the ball flew free
arching high in brilliant solitude all doubt went away
everyone on their feet, stretching to see
a precise brilliant shot, a three point play......

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Spinning Time

Thirty more seconds

to reach the crest of the hill

I say yes again.

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Wednesay's Farewell

The stadium waits, the crowd assemble
The band prepares the "Hillsborough" welcome
The air thick with anticipation
The fans intent on celebration
A strip of blue, a dash of white
Unmistakedly  a "Wednesdayite"

The cherished owl displayed with pride
Symbolic of their much-loved side
Their empathy with ornithology
of "Wednesday's" infamous football chronology
Rousing to that haunting cry
"I know I'm "Wednesday" 'till I die"
A sentiment they won't refute 
For them there is no substitute!

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The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's

A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella




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A rhythm on repeat   
Exhaustion heavy 
Impossible to admit defeat 
Nor to succumb to the pain 
Winner is not a title for the weak; 
Every action with immense prudence 
Adrenaline surging 
The comfort of the texture 
Beneath my fingertips 
Suppressed all that wasn't 
The hoop or the ball 
Endorphins pervade and taken me aflight 
Floating, the rim vastly wider 
The length of court shortened 
Sweat dripped 
Poured from my face 
Intensifying, heating the air 
Humility all I can taste 
As I struggled for my breath 
My mind pensive on committing 
All my energy to be left 
Here on the floor 
My escape, my addiction 
Where I can leave myself behind
The only love i can call mine

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Never Say Die

No matter the odds,
Never underestimate
The heart of a champ..

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gold medal

stand on the podium
stand up for the crowd
you gold medal coffee maker
you champion toll collector
you safety food inspector

take a bow and wave to the people
you road-line painter
you lifetime dishwasher
the national anthem plays a
glory hallelujah salute to you

you topflight tire changer
pump me up! fire ranger,
you game changer with 
a new world record
you photo-finish fish filleter
scaling new heights of

perfection, golden dusted
we salute and applaude you
sausage cooker, with mustard
you gold medal floured
over-night baker

you water quality tester
we know you do your best or
why else would we be standing
here now, drinkin' you in

all smiles and elation
our hometown creation
damn! we love you!
we cheer you, we pay homage
you achieve your promise

like sports men and women
who run like a train
who rise with the sun 
again, and again, and again
to test themselves 

to challange their body
the mettle of their soul
we exalt, we extol, 
we give a bouquet,
to those who excel and
grab gold medal victory
from the jaws of today

© Goode Guy 2012-08-06

a bit late in posting I'm afraid...

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Just For Kicks

<             just like football i am like the queen
               now hand over remote or i'll scream
               black and blue division
               on my television
               Kicking Jay Cutlers butt I do dream

Entry For
Kristen Bruni's 
Football Contest
G.L. All

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Summer 2012 Olympics: Mens Swimming

His body is primed , muscles pushing at the skin, being magnetically drawn to the water. Focus so heavy the air sags as the clock winds down.
And then the push-off.
Like a fish, flying through the water. Gliding and slicing.
A twist, a turn, a flip. A head bobs above the water.
Breathe in deep. Deep. Deeper. 
A win. A glow of satisfaction.

Dedicated to Ryan Lochte.

Details | Imagism | |

A Race, Remembered

Our bodies, aligned and frozen in stature. The indistinct shouting’s became faded, enveloped by the stillness of the silence. The countdown began. A second, but hours, they were. The muted chanting’s, nothing more than broken whispers of a hushed chorus. With each hollow resonance, the man in khaki shirt inched his gun further and further as he aimed the sky. He clutched the handle tightly and squeezed the trigger. The bang reverberated for seconds as entrails of wispy smoke flowed endlessly from its mouth. Gone was the haunting odiousness of the calm. A resounding presence so deafening, its reality conquered the distortions of time and sound. In an instant, our leading arm and leg sliced the atmosphere. Like machines of memory mimicry, our strides were bountiful, but equal nonetheless. We battled measures of inches as the torrent winds became resistant and a factor against fatigue. To my left, a slow of weary anguish as the distance became greater until he was visible at blinds eye no more. To my right, a constant fluidity of mechanics that showed no signs of slowing, but instead, increase. Titans, we were. Warring for the smallest gain as the finish line stood a beacon of end. With a shutter of an eye, we slowed and a surge of overlapping cheers followed.

Details | Carpe Diem | |

from servant hood to stewardship: growth in Christ

servants are only suppose to wait and do their master's bidding
to be like a ball player on the bench waiting and sitting
waiting for instructions in order to perform their specific tasks
following the directions in order to do what the master has asked

servants are only suppose to just sit, wait, watch and learn
to patiently abide until it is their turn
yet always be ready to enter the game and receive the ball
to patiently remain on the sidelines until their number is called

stewards are those servants who have been elevated
because they were faithful and utterly dedicated
they now have a little more responsibility
over the master's household and His property

stewards are ever faithful and committed to the job
will protect the master's property from ever being robbed
elevated and lifted up by what is in their hearts
working, worshipping and witnessing for the Lord Our God

from servant hood to stewardship to have growth in Christ
to have the joy and the peace of the Lord firmly in your life
so be you a servant or a steward of the Holy Lord
God only requires true faith for you to get on board
and be willing to do whatever it is that He requests
and when you do it to always do it at your best

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Sitting on the ledge
Watching Harry play soccer
Girls cheering him on
Homies showing love
God i wish i can be a chick magnet
Getting goodnight texts every night
Watching bachelorettes fight over me
But I will never be a chick magnet
That's just the way I am

Details | Haiku | |

Go For It!

When it’s 4th and Goal
and you’re down by 13 points,
air out that pigskin!

Details | Limerick | |

super bowl time of year

it is superbowl  time of the year
when everyone's chanting a cheer--
the fans' smiles are beaming
while jumping and screaming;
one promising team will persevere

Details | Free verse | |

Scarred Tissue

scarred tissue i don't miss you i don't wish you were the better of me i don't care much for surveillance but it tempts me to burn out inside everybody's lying scarred tissue i really miss you i really wish you had got the better of me you see, i need that bad beat sometimes 'cause everybody's fine yeah, everybody's fine that's what on my mind For even Elvis reigning in his castle sometimes lost battles, immortalized forever tell the stories of the glories of mighty Aphrodite the most beautiful sin in existence bright was her smile all while the while evil stirred grinning storm clouds castles in the sky castles in the sky made for you and I grand castles in the sky sometimes re-invent your self just for indulgence stray from the normal path for it was one of a kind but I'm already under influenced sometimes a knowledgeable bright shining star fades away into the darkness shall come back in rebirth I know it sounds tragic but that's what I heard every bird has wings wings to fly away any chosen day into my dismay a beautiful array wings to start a new inner strength attitude because I'm in stride with you on another level soon a game worth winning is the reason we play life can be desperate at times but I find its beauty truly basking in the sunlight of midday so as I wave before a wave washes me to the shore I seek every day has been worth the while for the while stays wildly embedded in uniquely threaded scarred tissue

Details | Tetractys | |


Just you
Express self
Expert? Maybe
Forget the pain 'cuz while you're here
You can be anything you want to be
Move your feet now
Let your feet glide
Just you

Details | Rhyme | |

Team Players

Team players shake hands good luck
Shoot scores the hockey puck
The soccer player kicks the ball 
The sky diver takes the fall 
The football player must run fast
All winners first or last
A little white ball and a tee
A game of golf or maybe rugby
The skater twirls with such grace
The prize horse comes in first place
The Olympics draws a big crowd
Monster trucks are very loud
Base ball has the fly ball 
The referee makes the call 
Wrestling well i find that fake 
A race with boats on the lake
Roll the ball and knock down the pins
The whistle blows see them swim
From the bleachers comes cheers and screams
Volleyball played in teams
The highest mountains they like to climb
The race car hurries to the finish line
You should really consider if your tall 
Getting in to playing basketball
liking sports to watch or play 
Win or loose thats okay

Details | Limerick | |

A Drunken Tale

Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum

Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sea Tale Limericks
GL All

Details | Free verse | |

Snail Boating

Wading the Meramac River near Jesse James’ Cavern with my son…
I espied an adventurer who in stature was so very small to us.
Before me was a snail using a leaf like a catamaran to sail the squalls.
Now birds love to eat snails, and fish love them, too.
So I ask him if what he was doing was truly right for him to do? 
Wasn’t it so very dangerous for a small snail, I imparted to my friend?
But he just laughed, and continued to enjoy himself… as off he went again.

He said Life wasn’t made to last forever, he wanted to enjoy it while he can.
Life can throw you for a loop like the motorboats’ wave that just then came in.
It’s all in the adventure, and what you ultimately seek to do.
The fun is in the living, and the excitement of seeing your plans through.
Joy comes from the accomplishments and the stories that later you can tell.
True living comes from besting the elements in any way you can.
It also comes from helping others… and teaching them what you know.
It comes from riding the waters as the waves thrash and the mighty wind blows.
There’ll always be waves and dangers no matter where you’re at.
And I’d rather be here than where I once originally sat.

It started with a flood about to submerse my little twig…
So I climbed on the last leaf and took off just like this, right here, you see.
Then he gave a wave to someone behind me, from where I so solidly stood…
And eight little catamarans came zipping by my legs as quickly as they could.
He ask if I would be so kind as to walk and stir up a few more waves…
So I laughed as I walked around, watching how they were so happily engaged.

Details | I do not know? | |

A winner's attitude

In a moment of clarity
All fears are swept away
For I can see myself now and in the future
Standing on that box
Holding a trophy in my hand
With a broad smile on my face
I am a winner, a champion, life’s lessons are my friend

Details | Lyric | |

I Am A Jock

A bad play
On a deep and dark September
Gazing from these bleachers
To that ref who blew that call
On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

I've got balls
A fortress deep and plenty
That none will discinagrate
For friendship brings me joy
It's laughter from my best friend Roy

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

Don't talk  hate
For I've heard much before
It's resting in my head
And I'll try not to wake
So It doesn't make you cry
For if I never would of put on that cup
You've  never heard  awwwww shut up

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

I have my hooks
And my cup to protect me
I am such a world charmer
Hiding behind an ump
So another won't bump
I touch no one and he better not touch me

I am A Jock
I am A Flock

And a Jock feels no pain
And a flock seems to die

This is off spin
To Simon And Garfunkle's
I am A Rock    LOL
Gl All

Details | I do not know? | |

If the Table Were Turned

You ask of people small things to do
But it seems like it’s so hard for them to do.
You say to yourself, “If the table were turned,
I would not have done this thing to you.”
You find yourself in certain situations,
And you ask individuals for their help.
But you’re left high and dry and all alone,
And once again you are all by yourself.
You know the saying goes,
What goes around comes around the same.
But some of the things that has happened to me,
I would not want those things to happen to anyone else by name.
Sometimes, the way we react, 
Others do not understand,
But if the table were turned, 
I guarantee you;
You would not find another like me in the land.
We do things to other people,
And you wonder if the table was turned;
Would you get treated the way you should have been,
Or would you end up just getting burned.
I know that we are going to reap, that which we sow,
Our character has to get tested.
And that’s how people would really know;
That if the table were actually turned,
It would show the kind of reaction or blow.

Details | Rhyme | |

Legends Are Made Of Work

Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down

20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon go, green and gold
Give us all another Leap
We can't bear to witness
Fans in cheese hats weep

Lambeau is alive tonight
With tailgating out back
72,000 plus all fired up
Cold ones in their hands
The other team will lose
And they'll need a snack

If Lombardi could see it
Knowing just what to say
Confidence is contagious
Impossible only seems so
67 to 68 & 96 we reigned
We win another one today

(Contest entry: "In Other Words")

Details | Rhyme | |

Black and Gold

Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.

Young and old,
True fans of the New Orleans Saints.
We have been through the storm.
We have had to mourn,
But a new way of life is about to be born.

Black and white,
We’ve fought the fight,
And won!
No more being the laughing stock,
A new chapter in our lives has begun.

Red, white, and blue,
The time is due,
To show us respect,
To recollect and rebuild
The Heartbeat of America.
Yes, people claimed to be scared of us.
The people of the N.O. want the U.S.,
And the world to know,
That we are the best,
That we passed the test.

Black and gold
Floods our hearts’ bayou,
And to our dear Saints,
We love you!
Black and gold 
Is in our soul,
We’ll march with you in the Super Bowl,
And back to the Superdome,
Our own home,
With a trophy in our hands,
Because of diligence,
And favor of the big man.
Black and gold,
Black and gold,
Will forever burn fruitfully in my soul.

wrote 1-27-10
Written by Nicole S. Brown, music teacher at
Park Forest Elementary School, Baton Rouge, LA,
Native of Monroe, LA, and former resident of New Orleans, LA

Details | I do not know? | |



Love is an opportunity,
To bring two people nearer,
Way is an opportunity,
To take people further.
Mother is an opportunity,
To help a baby grow,
Sports is an opportunity,
To make people run to and fro.
Teacher is an opportunity,
To make students learn,
Friend is an opportunity,
To make one firm.
Destiny is an opportunity,
To make one determined to quest,
Life is an opportunity,
To prove ourselves the best. 

Details | Rhyme | |

Even Our Heroes Grow Old.....

(Let it be recorded far and wide
That the sun shone brilliantly with pride
And bright azure were the skies
The day he entered Paradise.)

Slight of build,small of frame,
His ginger head weel kent throughout the game.
A buzz of excitement ran round the ground
When  his name the PA did sound.
His presence promised electric thrills 
As he paraded his rich range of skills.
He made his name out on the wing
Where he could make the ball dance ,and almost sing,
A dip of the shoulder,ball tied to his foot,
Skipping nimbly over a cruel ,scything boot.
Whenever he was forced into a fall,
Back he bounced like a rubber ball,
Ready to launch another mazy attack,
Body prepared for more pain on the rack.
Finally time made him hang up his boots,
He retired to Uddingston ,the place of his roots

There were dark days,they say,of drink addiction.
Thanks to family and friends,he survived this affliction
And went on to entertain guests at his old alma mater
With jokes and songs and his bright ,breezy patter.

Glorious were his years upon that hallowed stage
But the  finest hours arrived  with his advancing age.
Was it a stumble or losing his grip
That alerted his doc to his physical dip?
Those limbs,once fluid with beauty and grace,
Were now imprisoned as though with a steel carapace.
When he was diagnosed as having motor neurone,
That's when we saw the true strength of Jimmy Johnstone.
More cheerful than ever, he offered all comfort and solace
And made the world a much happier place.

We shall never see his like again
But,thank God,the memories will remain
As we recall Wee Jinky  in his football guise,
Now Lord of the Wings in Paradise.

Details | Verse | |

Born to skate

People say,"He shouldn't skate, 
he's killing himself!" 
My reply is don't hate 
I can handle myself.  
Double vision, broken elbow 
won't stop me. 
Removing my board is like a punch in the face, 
it'll drop me. 
I was born to skate, my board was born with me, 
throwin tre flips straight out my mother's womb. 
I've come to find I'm not scared of death. 
Board, why should I be scared of you?

Details | Rhyme | |


I stare at my reflection,
Through blood, sweat, and tears,
To get a glimpse of near perfection,
Or so to me it appears.

I ache, hurt and am sore,
Still, my inner voice
Tells me to avoid the floor,
Quitting is not a choice.

No one knows the pain,
It hurts so much I can barely stand.
But no matter what, I’ll train,
My body, the pain, it can withstand.

Seriously, it feels like I’m going to die,
And I’m surprised my body hasn’t rebelled.
The pain makes me want to cry,
And again I am impelled.

I’ll attain that strength and physique,
No matter the time it takes,
Each and every day of the week,
I’ll train till my body aches.

I feel so burdened and weak.
But for me, have no compassion,
Although of it, harsh I speak
It has truly become my passion.

Details | I do not know? | |



Love is an opportunity,
To bring two people nearer,
Way is an opportunity,
To take people further.
Mother is an opportunity,
To help a baby grow,
Sports is an opportunity,
To make people run to and fro.
Teacher is an opportunity,
To make students learn,
Friend is an opportunity,
To make one firm.
Destiny is an opportunity,
To make one determined to quest,
Life is an opportunity,
To prove ourselves the best. 

Details | Free verse | |

The Deadball Era

when it comes to baseball
there was one team that we shall
remember from it's past

it's the nineteen twenty seven 
        N.Y Yankees

amidst this legendary collection 
you shall find the hotest team 
that ever played baseball

starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert
followed by his general manager Ed Burrow

not to mention the players

starting At first base was Lou Gehrig
rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing
shortstop was Mark Koenig and
heading for third was Joe Dugan and
at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins

And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder
Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and 
left fielder was Bob Meusel

Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers
we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in
Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras
and if thats not good enought then they had
Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget
about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey
along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while
closing their games with Wiley Moore

As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said 
when they got tromped 21-1 in their game 
was these fellows not only beat you 
but they tear your heart out

So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row
of the dead ball era comes to you a great
team of players that is now safe at home

In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's 
May You All Be 
Angels In The Outfield

Also Entry To Matt Caliri's 
On Baseball Contest

Details | I do not know? | |

His Green And Gold Arrive On Thursday

His green and gold arrive on Thursday
Blasted onto my memory’s monitor
His tongue is out
He’s so concentrated when nothing else matters
On higher ground
He stands above the rest
And leaning over,
He picks up where he left off
While the others are out again
If he wins, I will
And we’re moving up the ladder

Details | Narrative | |

For Jackson

We run out on the field all together
the crowd erupts at our energy!
a rush of adrenaline pumps inside you
the blood rushes uncontrollably!
We stand together silently
honoring jackson, tears fill my eyes!
the calm of the national anthem
then the sight of 3500 fans screaming endlessly
Down 12 at the half
we never lost faith in one another!
A great comeback, an emotional win
tears fall without chance of stopping!
No sense of embarressment
nothing but pride shines throught in us all!

Details | I do not know? | |

The Song About Kayla

I wonder if we'll find each other at the 100th story of the cylinder
And play through the glass walls.
'Kayla's laugh is so distinctive.'

In my eyes sHe was like superman.

Finally I said my goodbyes
And walked  away, 
So much the better for it.

She really could fly.

I knew because I saw everything; 
The sunsong spilled into the hood of her jacket, No, wait, 
Her sunbrown hair flew like a song...

Then Hero was just in a strong rangy gray t-shirt
And big brown eyes.
And I envieD her so much.

I don't know what the song meant
But in the end the notes were softly saying
'She was my rock, 
She was my safety.'

Details | Heroic Couplets | |


It's always a cacophonous crowd
That speaks out loud
When India loses a match
Or a fielder misses a catch
There are over three billion analysts
Who vehemently argue with raised fists
They talk about batting order blunder
Or announce sudden change of player asunder
Many find faults with the coach
And with impunity his private area encroach
"Players are not in form" someone shouts
And loudly asks captain's whereabouts
The time we waste on analysing cricket
If we invest the same in creative endeavour
India would soon become a superpower!

Details | I do not know? | |


their are a lot of things for game
but as you get closer
you feel like butterflys in you
but as the game goes on
you have intensity

Details | Narrative | |


A flash of lore
A contour of light
A shadow of awe
A birth of flight

A leap of faith
A hardwood stare
A tongue smitten
A signature of air

A game to envy
A will to win
A court to rule
A child of the rim

A legend of ball
A shoe of flight
A world palmed by
A swoosh named Mike

Details | Heroic Couplets | |


The Game Of Chess
Life and chess being analogous
The game for us all really matters
And I aver,watching games of Karpov and 
Fischer,I emerged wiser and stronger
Learning from them to manoeuvre
shrewd strategies of capturing power
And to vanquish adversaries
By pushing them to blind alleys
Of exposing a bishop by merely moving a pawn
And queening a pawn,when resources are
meagre and powers are gone
Or to avert stalemate 
By sealing opponent's Fate

From them I learnt pinning of enemy queen
Or by double-check a precious piece to win
And thwarting a hostile pawn on seventh rank-
The game also provides a clue
That sometimes it is wiser to retreat
Than to suffer waterloo



Details | I do not know? | |

Heart of a champion

You should let me sleep
Hibernate like a bear
But you woke me up
Now you know life not's fair
I'm up fresh ready to go
My heart beating stronger
Now I'm going to retake my thrown
On top as king
Name your game from A-Z
I'll defeat you in every game because it is simple as 1-2-3
Duh I'm going to win, no matter
when or where it's only matter of time
You don't have the guts to beat me
You don't have the brains to outsmart me
And last but most important
You don't have the heart to take me because I ate it
Now come to my playground my jungle and come out to play
Because I have the heart of an champion

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Runner

Amidst the fog I toil while the world beyond still sleeps
Except to the eyes of the occasional streetlight
I feel invariably invisible--
I am no longer human.
A creature chasing for the sake of necessity
Seeking to satiate the hunger every being’s belly was born with
But few will ever will themselves to satisfy--
I am human again. 
My heels moan with every blow of the unforgiving pavement 
Angrily echoing against the narrowing walls of sneering pines
Begging the Man in me to succumb
		My will flickers thin.
Void of breath to feed the fire
		My will flickers thin.
The teeth of winter gnashing through
		My will flickers thin.
Then for an instant-- a flint of consciousness rekindles
		My will flickers thin but still my will it flickers!
With grinding ribs and gritted teeth I dig beneath my anguish
Suddenly my instincts roar and war against my weakness
Like famished wolves to flesh I hasten
And vanish into night.	

Details | Ballad | |

Sean Green Celebration

Today Sean Green got 
     some hits
All we Jews are(or should be) kvelling 
over this 
Jews should join in 
on the "Field of Dreams"
Because as in  that terrific movie 
Light will shine down 
         on us
   only if we put in effort
Despite what the pessimists 
    A more hopeful 
future is on the way

note: "kvelling "is  Yiddish for "taking pride in"

Details | Free verse | |

Players {Seven By Seven}

                                                   Let's get ready to rumble
                                                 shake rattle roll don't fumble
                                              Sunday Monday check time zones
                                             but please don't ring my darn phone
                                                 Soda pizza popcorn beer
                                           stand up give your team a cheer
                                        fans guest players coaches thanks

Tribute To The

Go Vikes 
Hu Ra

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The Best Feeling In The World

The feeling is overwhelming 
Of having the cool breeze brush your face
Just a touch of sun on you
Looking at the ground just thinking one more step
Your almost there you tell yourself 
But really there is still another lap ahead

You don’t give up you just cant
Your tired but have the motivation to stay ahead
Because you know you can do good
Your in shape and feel great

Then you have your team mates too
On the side cheering for you
Wanting for you to do good
Because they know the feeling you are having
They care so you care
They cheer so you cheer
You finally finish good or bad 

It doesn’t matter because you had the great feeling of running
This is our sport
This is Track

Details | Acrostic | |

Louisiana Won't Be The Same

Let’s just face it.
Our Saint’s are marching in the Super Bowl
Underdogs for 43 years
It’s our time to cheer
Since jazz was born in our state a century ago
It’s going to be a celebration 
A year of new beginnings for a
New generation of Louisianans’ to share 
A Super Bowl win and celebrating jazz turning a century.

We just had a major disaster five years ago
Our faith in our state and team was
Never shaken you can’t fade us
The tables have turned over by wind stronger than Hurricanes

Betsy or Katrina, we are declaring an
Everlasting victory and a legacy of loyalty

That will be passed on to our future as the
History of the Who Dat Nation
Educating our youth of the boot that

Success is what you make of it, we won’t 
Always be down, keep on trying, and be
Motivated and just no matter what 
Expect the best and worst to occur to end up victorious for being laborious.

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    You have a different car for every day of the week, but for some 
        reason it’s happiness you still seek.
    You love your big and beautiful home, with acres of land for you to 
    You have plenty of gold and diamonds galore, enough to start your 
        own jewelry store.
    You have lots of designer and customized clothes, what an 
        extravagant lifestyle you chose.
    You’re living the life of a Hollywood Star, but does the wealth change 
        who you really are?
    Living the life of the rich and the famous, feeling you’re real big and 
        no longer nameless.
    Now folks come at you from everywhere, on your way up none of 
        them were there!
    Now they come out of the wood work, it’s enough to make you 
        go berserk. 
    You have everything people only dream of, but all your wealth can’t 
        buy you love.
    So many women want you it’s almost a joke, you think they would be 
        after you if you were still broke?
    One of them wants to have the last laugh, to be your wifey so they 
        can claim half!
    Who is your true friend and who is your foe? for you it’s like 
    Money doesn’t define who you really are, neither does having 
        an expensive car.
    Don’t get me wrong being rich is a good thing, but just remember you 
        are not defined by your “bling-bling.”

Details | Narrative | |


Oh, Babe
Pitched for the price of infamy’s name 
Springtime sold
For the tempest of a bambino’s bane
Oh, Babe
Stadium-made gregarious grin
Pinstripe promises
Playing for shoddy orphaned kids
Oh, Babe
Squeezing pine tar calloused veins
Slugging sunshine
Into brokenhearted pennant panes
Oh, Babe
Champagne on championship ice
Swinging splendor
Diamond dames batting bullpen eyes
Oh, Babe
Sultan of summer-simmering swat
Brawny blasts
Feasting on Yankee dugout brauts
Oh, Babe
Slumped over metastasized mic
Scratchy soliloquy
Imbued on replayed records of life
Oh, Babe
Pointing to ostentatious October sky
Homerun heaven
Where George Herman Ruth resides

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My Boat

I am building a boat.
Full of dreams.
Glossy wood and caulked seams.
Figure head, sharp bow.
Cutting the waves, like a plough.
Generous beam, shaped like a dream.
Sheer, such beauty never seen.
The hull, like the female form.
Handles any storm.
Billowing white sails overhead.
Across the sky, around my head.
The wind, a driving force.
Keeping me on course.
Deck awash with foam and spray.
Seagulls screaming as they play.
Waves crashing on the shore.
With a mighty roar.
Hear the song of the sea.
It's calling me.

I have always had a boat.
And love the sea.
I was in the British Royal Navy.
As  a medic during WWar 2.
And also the Merchant Navy.
Sailed my yacht "Tango"
All over Europe.
This is the first boat I have built.
Made of ply and resin.
A kit from an American boat firm.
Which I can recommend.

Details | Acrostic | |

Internal Rush

Delight sings in her slow dancing verses
Responding to internal joy
Under its spell of illusion
I consider returning reply
Duty compels me to reason
I shake off her clutching hands
Coils shatter loose in confusion

Descending to fall at my feet
Responding in kind
And trying to find
Colorful words of endeavor
Or stating it simply
No hidden evasion
I mean no invasion of Self
An attempt at reply to an acrostic cry
Never tempered my internal elf

Details | Rhyme | |

Playing the Course

Nothing beats a day playing the course,
where I'm always looking for one good shot.

What will be my driving force,
surely the best wood that I've got.

With almost three hundred yards to the cup,
hope my ball finds good lie.

All is quiet and no one to interrupt,
a steady swing and the ball will fly. 

The ball has good distance and height,
until it hooks left into a tree.

Making par might be out of sight, 
since my ball I cannot see.

Make it on the green in two I doubt, 
maybe this just isn't my day.

Four inches and a little slope,
separate me from going one under.

It's going in for sure but nope, 
now I play for par due to my blunder. 

I didn't shoot well but I'll feel no remorse,
for I love playing the course.

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Waiting for that certain pitch for the grand slam
Just folded, the next card would have given you the winning hand
Having the lead with a quarter lap to go
After the sense of victory, a tire blows
It is fourth and goal for the score
The running back then fumbles
The competition is what they adore
You can never be a loser if you continually try
You get back from the odds you defy.

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Distinguished Genttlemen

The laurel wreath
Bestowed on victors
Every four years
Blood, sweat and tears
In Pythian Games
Honoring Apollo
At Delphi onto Greece
In a classic ceremony
The corruptible glory
An immortal crown
Prized to artists
Public officials
The poets of Rome
And here at home
A rebirth of antiquity
With Apollo's oracles
Music and poetry
Prophecy and medicine
Things of God as things of men
The reform defecient renascence

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Clash of the Rivals

West Virginia was led by a Heisman contender,
They would never let an unranked team under their skin,
Never thought they would be forced to surrender,
They thought they had it in the bag, just another win.

The Panthers listened to LeSean McCoy,
Never expecting to beat their rival team,
West Virginia thought they would have the joy,
Have the key to reach their glorious dream.

Pittsburgh brought their very best and put up quite a fight,
The Mountaineers knew in the end, it was their championship game,
On the board, the score read thirteen to nine; Pitt had their win that night,
West Virginia, at their own field held their heads in shame,

This display was one all should have seen,
The night, dreams died at the Backyard Brawl,
Couches burned in Oakland for such a scene;
The night Pittsburgh triggered the Backyard Maul.

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Stander on the Mountain

He stands there in his hallowed halls
Looking over the crowds
Meet me on the field of legends below the Tower
And he sees the colorful star
Looks him up and down
He sees a little of himself in number eleven's frown
Looking for the next dreamer to wake up
And make some memories before his day of destiny calls
King of the Mountain
Tasted of the Real Thing
The crunch of victory, a Golden Sunday when he was the one
The Stander of the Mountain is among us

Let us sit and talk of old times
When the men of Davy Crockett's range and the Plains 
Withered in a crimson heat
Well even the Hurricane winds obeyed at one Lonestar Disciple's feet
Uniter of the kids of cotton fields, the city streets
The gateways where greatness gets a second birth
King of the Mountain
Nothing could be finer than the red cross
Waving high again in such uncivil days
Mulitudes from William Penn's land to Trojan soil took notice
Packoderm portraits indelible strokes painted by its sage

Well it will be knocking on your door tonight
He wants to see if you can remember right
The lessons carved in limestone and a wishbone leg
The echos of Saturday soliliquys striking a unison of chords
The stripes from gentle hands of steel shaping a warrior's reward
The fuel for another march up life's greatest hills

When it was over
The world sat there and looked stunned
My old friend watching the setting of his day
Tomorrow was way in the distance
Nobody could think much about it
There is nothing wrong if we remember today
I recall when you bowed before the Land of Lincoln crowd
The Million Dollar sounds rang in Graceland town
The girls in short skirts screaming loud

Stander on the Mountain
Looking for a new place to dream from
To reap from the seeds sown yesterday
The big man around town 
Nothing could be finer than to drink from
To think from the cup passed from your old sage
When he was the one
Stander on the Mountain is among us
The Cap will never go away 

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The light comes on and my heart ablaze
A man named Chang completes catharsis
One cross of power brought genesis
To enlarge one's coast in adding another
The results rang resolute from Great Beyond
Dreams of majestic meetings imagined for ions
At last hills trodden once above my grasp
Rain falls soft and wind whisks my back
Pete and Andre plays Stars and Stripes again

The lights go out and my spirit sinks
Hopes deferred many years hath made me sick
One ton of fears knocked me down
As many pounds brought me to my knees
To no avail would go such pleas
Nightmares of friends never made
Once again pull the covers over my head
The skies spell the impending shame 
Tiger Tim's waiting to be tamed

Betwixt and between Big Ben's tick and tock
Changing of the guard concerning one's worldly lot
The fortnight's feast of wunderkinds needs an Abraham at the table
A mere Chaldean Yank in waiting willing and able
From a trespasser and a common gravedigger
To a server and a courtly centre of attention
As content to punchlines given and unrelenting to the taking of no prisoners
Opposing forces are met as imposters in the face of ecstasy and agony
Same today and tomorrow as was so in the days of Kipling