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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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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

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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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… 
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.

Copyright © Robert Candler

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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 

Copyright © Alex Duffy

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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. 

Copyright © Robert Candler

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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 

Copyright © heather gray

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My Two Sports

       I have two favorite sports.
On a stage and the b.ball court!
       That's right, I'm a basketball player.
A bonafide rhyme slayer!

       I can shoot a three-pointer
and give a defending player whiplash!
       I'm a shooting guard
Like Steve Nash.

       A spoken word poet
in a demented rage.
       I like the spotlight.
When I take the stage.

       These are the sports I'm good at.
On the stage or basketball court, I'm trained for combat!

*Note for "Brian Strands" contest "Sports Mad"

Copyright © Jimmy Anderson

Details | Rhyme | |

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.


Copyright © Robert Candler

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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.

Copyright © Gina Young

Details | Rhyme | |


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

Copyright © Jeffrey Lee

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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

Copyright © colleen laforme

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The Heart Of A Champion


When you see someone all alone doing 
what no one else even tries to do,
Take note of the person you are seeing
making something really special come true.

For when they self push all to the limit,
where they never have dared gone before,
they increase the strength of their spirit
that will allow them to always do more.

For deep in them lies something special,
a heart that will never be beat.
A fire burns brightly within it
of determination you cannot defeat.

And when their great challenge is over,
when finally they have conquered their test,
they stand at the top of the mountain
much higher than all of the rest.

So if you are waiting for someone
to force you to work hard today.
You’ve lost to the heart of a champion
that works all alone everyday.

Tom Krause - 2015

Copyright © Tom Krause

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It’s the great American pass time that will never die,
The thundering sport called baseball, as the grand
Old flag waves in the breeze, of everlasting freedom above
The sacred stadium on opening day!
It’s the roaring of the exploding crowds, as their team
Players are called out by name, from the dug-outs of
The futures unknown hall of fame!
The birthing of a brand new season as the first ball
Is tossed out, by the celebrity guest, and the umpire
Screams, those wondrous words, LETS PLAY BALL!
It’s the sounding crack at the bat, by heroes of legendary
Status, champion defenders of their hometown pride,
These athletes of speed, agility, and epic skill!
Within their uniforms of fame, these iconic players
Are ready for the game to begin, in this arena of
Liberation’s legion of winners, the phrase home run
Says it all, on the scoreboard screen of reality!
In the stadium you can smell the blending of the familiar
Aroma’s the freshly cut grass, human sweat, and
Excitements anticipation building to a feverous pitch!
The grandstands hawker’s, yelling out loud, their famous
Words of wetted appetites endurance, “popcorn, peanuts,
Get your red hots here.”
These gentlemen pitchers with their own throwing rights
Of fames classification, tossing tempting wares, towards
The eager hands of their hungry patrons!
The thundering fans begin their stomping, clamoring
For their favorite teams, human waves of domination,
Cheering on the band stands battle field, within the
Bleachers of sacred historical fame!
It’s as American, as grandma’s secret recipe for apple pie,
 This blazing sport that we hold so close within our inner souls,
Pledging allegiance before the red, white and blue,
In this nation of freedom and liberty!
What a glorious field of dreams this sport of champions,
Creating heroic figures for generations to look up to,
The game shall live on within these living titan giants,
As long as the American flag, remains this nations
Sacred symbol of ultimate liberation!
So let us all rejoice in the game, cheering on our home teams,
With great prides respect, let the popcorn, peanuts, and
Red hots wrangler, never give up his famous yell,
For we are all Americans, enjoying this sport of champions!


Dedicated to my favorite vendor at work, 
Whom inspired this poem with his version
Of the grandstand hackers famous yell,
Popcorn, peanuts and get your red hots here!
Thanks again my friend John J. Stachowicz, cheri your honored fan!

Copyright © cherl dunn

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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..

Copyright © Rany Fortuno

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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                                   

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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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

Copyright © john beharry

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gaping mouth kiss to canvass
on my jugular death’s caress
my spirit’s quenched combust 
a champion in defeat’s bust

eyes swollen shut, “and he’s out!” 
down for the count on my gut
prey food to a superior predator
beneath the boot of my victor

ear compelled to my new level 
to the maniacal laughter of the devil
gasping bloodied snot for breath
choking on own uprooted teeth

flashing a mockery of embarrassment
cameras capture my lowest moment
in my fading hour...falling apart
in living colour...creating art

twelve rounds in life’s gruelling bout 
going toe to toe with an unfair lout
to be counted out of existence
I will accept with reluctance

“one, two,” referee takes a closer look
eight seconds to be written out of the history books 
“...three, four, five, six, seven...” don't hesitate
...and I’m up at the count of eight!


Thabang Jan Ngoma

For Contest Name: Get Low
Sponsor: Casarah Nance

Copyright © Thabang Ngoma

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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

Copyright © Katherine Stella

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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

Copyright © Keith Relf

Details | Rhyme | |

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.

Copyright © Kevin Pace

Details | Couplet | |

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.

Copyright © Josh Adams

Details | Senryu | |

Never Say Die

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

Copyright © Rany Fortuno

Details | Haiku | |

Spinning Time

Thirty more seconds

to reach the crest of the hill

I say yes again.

Copyright © don munro

Details | Shape | |

Dad's Gone Fishing

<                                        Well Lets See
                                          If This ~  Will 
                                          Work Out For
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                                       Dads Here At Soup        E   F
                                           I                H          N    I
                                          W                A        E       S
                                           I                 P      C         H     
                                           S                P     I            I
                                           H  You All A Y    N             N
                                           F                H  A               G
                                           A                E                    P
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                                           H                E                     L
                                           E                 I                     E T O  CATCH
                                           R                S                      F                   S
                                           S  D  A Y   So                        I  S   H   E  M  O

Copyright © Katherine Stella

Details | Limerick | |

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

Copyright © Katherine Stella

Details | Free verse | |

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




Copyright © Katherine Stella

Details | Rhyme | |

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!


Details | Rhyme | |


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

Copyright © Alecia Henderson

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

Copyright © louise nelson