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Remember Me

Remember me... A fresh sweet scent of last gardenia on yesterday's linen sheets Remember me... A cherry bud in your backyard orchard showing first pink shades in once upon a soft blown kiss Remember me... An early summer sharing your beach towel and coconut butter Remember me... A roaring log fire on a stormy night in the hallway to your bedroom door Remember me... a short~lived star that fallen into your arms then faded to nothingness upon the empty shore. Remember me ... The blissful moment The saddest song in your forevermore

Copyright © Charmaine Chircop

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Basketball Lifestyle

Basketball
It's not a sport
It's a lifestyle
No one understands
What it means to play it
Not for the money
Not for the fame
But the love for the game
Basketball
Not a sport
It's a lifestyle

Copyright © Brian Jinanwa


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Message from My Daughter

So… during basketball season… our manager, Anna,
             would sit by me on the bench.

After Christmas, 
I told her about Nana drawing with charcoals. 
I told her about how I wanted to buy her charcoals 
             so she would draw again. 
I told Anna about how Nana won’t draw anymore 
             because she used to draw…
                          when Papa was sick. 

             (I was telling Anna all of this because she likes to draw
             and mentioned she likes charcoals the best)……..
 	           All that being said…

Anna gave me the most beautiful charcoal drawing 
            of a basketball on a wooden floor.
It is framed and really big. 
You can tell that she put time into it 
            and really wanted it to be pretty. 
When I opened it in class today, 
            I was so surprised…… 
                           and told her it was beautiful. 

She smiled at me and said, 

            “I drew that because of the story you told 
             me about your grandma.”

I bawled like a little kid. 

Just that the story would influence her, and 
              inspire her to draw that for me. 

It is awesome.

I had forgotten that we even talked about drawing……. 
             She didn’t. 
                            That story meant something to her.

 And that is why people teach.

Copyright © Ray Dillard


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March Madness

march time
hype time

basket
ball bet 

crowds boo
munch goo

fans cheer
drink beer

poor aims
close games

april
a pill

time nears
fan fears

number
bummer

the one
not fun!

cut nets
let's jet

Copyright © Thomas Martin


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Dad's Last Ball Game

Being the shortest in my high school gym class
Attempts to play basketball brought no success
Broke my finger while trying to catch a pass
Leaping to take balls from tall girls? What a mess!

Always loved football, baseball and soccer too
But in basketball I succumbed to defeat
Just couldn’t get into it, that is true
Till Dad took me to see the Miami Heat

Startled he was, watching me jump up and down
Although my enthusiasm was contrived
The cheers of other fans my loud voice did drown
This was the last time I saw my Dad alive

I’m so thankful now that I went to that game
Dad was so grateful for these moments we shared
When I watch basketball now, it’s not the same
It was Dad and not the sport for which I cared



*Entry for Deb’s “Play Ball” contest

Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire

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Basketball is for Everybody

Telling blacks not to come to a basketball game. That is such a racist remark and a shame. Making such a comment is an absurdity. In the professional basketball community, African-Americans make up the great majority. Those words said were a public disgrace. Everywhere in any professional sports place, room should be made for any color and race. from a news story found on aol.com

Copyright © Robert Pettit


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While You Sleep

While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day.
Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say.
My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between
Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems.
My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly 
Knowing your reaction will never greet me.

Tonight will be different in what I want you to know.
It has everything to do with what I can’t help but show.
I hold no claim to any religion but you’ve given me a place for my faith.
Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste.
You’ve shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, 
And so before it I choose to kneel.

I know I don’t say it but I miss you every day.
Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice,
Yet when you call I can’t find any of the right words to say.
I’m just happy to finally hear your voice.
Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart;
Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we’ll have to part.

I’ll never be too far from you, always within arm’s reach,
And in your days of darkness I’ll be the light that you will seek.
I’ll never let you leave too far from me, I’ll stay close behind you in this world;
Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl.
I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ.
Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy.

I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips
And see the very best of you in loving bliss.
I see past the physical which makes you attractive
And focus on the things I can’t see in which I’m attracted.
Your thoughts I’d love to hear them all.
Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call.

My day will come, I know someday I’ll be the only one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally.
Yes our day will come, I know someday we’ll be as one.
And you I will pursue viciously,
Because I’ve given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs


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Future Superstar

The world welcomes a newborn baby boy. To the mother and father, he is a bundle of joy. Right now of course, he is so small. It won't be long before he is big and tall. As a defensive lineman, he will hone his attack. The boy will have no trouble sacking the quarterback. He will control the boards, slam dunk, and grab every rebound. I'm sure a sports superstar will be found. Inspired by another member's poem

Copyright © Robert Pettit


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Beautiful people

People make me smile the way 
their eyes shine when they talk 
about something they love 
when they feed me food. Or tell 
me how much they love me 
when I look into someone's 
eyes and see it I see that look 
in their eyes I see love in them 
When I see someone laugh and 
have fun in what they do 
The way they cry for there lost 
ones
When they give me a smile and 
tell me how beautiful I am 
People are beautiful well some 
are and I wish someday I can 
find someone who will look at 
me and say "you have that look 
in your eye"    what look?
"Happiness" 
I want to find someone so 
beautiful in the inside I can't 
stay away they amaze me with 
what they say an do how they 
will dance in the rain and know 
every detail about me
Will bring me Starbucks on a 
rainy day and just talk about 
the stars 
I want someone beautiful

Copyright © brittney lopez


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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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The Free Throws

State Championship on the line.
Today I have been shooting just fine.
When I got the ball I yowled.
“The defender on me has just fouled”.
Two free throws just for me.
Will I make them?  We will see.
The first one bounces up and in.
Just one more and we will win.
 I shoot the ball and get it done.
I can’t believe that we just won! 

Copyright © Nikolas Fantocone


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Basketball

As you can see,
This game is between you and 
me.
I try to shoot,
But I realize that I'm wearing 
boots!
Where are my sneakers?
Wait, they're in my lockers.
I tie my shoe laces tight,
With a smile that's shining 
bright.
I'm running to the hoop,
Trying to shoot.
SCORE!!!
I'm winning this game,
The crowd are screaming my 
name.
I finally success,
This game is the BEST!!!

Copyright © Lena Zheng


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'Shorty'

'Shorty', they called him from the very first grade in school.
He was seldom chosen for any game as a general rule.
He'd reached his maximum height of five feet six as a teen.
Though small in stature, athletic prowess lay dormant, yet unseen!

He tried out for baseball, football, even the basketball team.
Just to be a member of a team was his fervent dream.
Apprehensive coaches agreed to give the eager lad a chance.
Perhaps he could warm the bench - his ego it might enhance!

He was the third-string running back on the football team.
During the championship game the others ran out of steam
The score was tied - ten seconds remained upon the the clock.
He scored the winning touchdown!  That day 'Shorty' became a jock!

The state final basketball game is still talked about today.
All the star players fouled out, much to the coach's dismay!
The score was tied - 'Shorty' was sent in with seconds to go.
He was fouled but with steady nerve, his was the winning throw!

He gave his all when called upon and was accustomed to the jeers,
But accolades were showered upon him by his coaches, fans and peers!
His coaches learned that 'tis best never to judge a feller by his size!
He might just be the winner who brings home the coveted prize!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

Placed No. 3 in Paula Swanson's "Meeting Expectations" Contest - Feb 2011
Placed No. 6 in Debbie Guzzi's "Play Ball" Contest - August 2011

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw


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March Madness II

There is another March Madness
and it also happens every year,
there are shouts, cheers, and tears...
I wonder if you can make a guess?

The fans - they dress in all sorts of wild gear,
and there are office bets placed all around;
the brackets are made and are NCAA bound
and no Madness is the same from year to year.

Can you guess what this thing I rhyme is all about,
or are you like some that really don't care?
But watch and you'll see some amazing air
for basketball fans - March Madness carries real clout.

Now I know this isn't about the blues,
but I wasn't in the mood to make you sad,
so I wrote this piece, I hope you're glad...
the March Madness cure - Basketball shoes!



For "March Madness" contest sponsored by Carolyn Devonshire.




Copyright © George Aul


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Not His Game

He tried basketball.
He can’t run and he can’t jump.
He sits in the stands.

Copyright © Jerry Stevenson


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Beyond The Arc

It was like a free throw 
from the three-point line.
I had all kinds of space and time;
It was a bank shot right off the board,
Then through the rim and net;
I scored.





©2014 Honestly JT



Copyright © Honestly J.T.


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This is me

My knees were the things that 
kept me up and my skin is my 
cutting board my eyes are the 
rain clouds to the fire running 
down my arms and my heart is 
the fire place that keeps me 
burning so calm

Copyright © brittney lopez


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Family

All i really ever wanted 
End of story
Love

Copyright © Merle Manu


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hawkers

Hyperbole is a spots cast
Announcers have egos so vast
My ears must have rest
From this lambasting pest
Collection of morons amassed


Author's note: Is it getting worse, or is it just me?

Copyright © Duke Beaufort


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I've Got Balls

I've got footballs.I've got basketballs.I've got baseballs.
And now, they're showing my balls on ESPN.
But the smallest balls I've ever seen? 
Were golf balls.
Ping Pong balls were even smaller.
Would you like to join me, for a game of table tennis? 
Because! I've got balls..

I've got red balls.I've got white balls.I've got blue balls.
And now, they're playing The Star Spangled Banner.
But the biggest balls I've ever seen? 
Were elephant balls.
How many balls does it take to reach the moon? 
One! But it's got to be a big one.
One big ball..

I'm going down to the ball room right now, and have a ball.
Would you like to join me? 
We'll have a real good time.
Because! I've got balls..

Humorous Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2002,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

Copyright © Kim Robin Edwards


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PICK UP GAME FIRST ONE TO 11 BY 1S

FOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.

WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL  BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.

I TOOK IT THREE TIME IN ONE GAME, HES A BIG MAN BUT THE SCORE 7-11, COME On MY PEPS DONT LET ME Embarrassed YOU INN FRONT Of YOUR Own PEPS, THAT COULD BEEN ON A HIGHLIGHT REEL

GETTING SHUT OUT IN A  GAME TO 11 YOU KNOW HE'S NOT GOING GET NOTHING From ME.

THE GAME OF BASKETBALL IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT, 
THE Ultimate RESPECT IS TO GIVE NO RESPECT, 
WHEN IT COME TO THE GAME OF BASKETBALL.
That's how you gain respect! ! ! ! 

AND IM HURT AND STILL TOOK YOUR MAN For Move For Move Rebound What Son.

Talking about running the city, we will talk about that later Man after your lesson


BECAUSE IF IT WAS FULL COURT FIVE ON FIVE AND IT  BASE line it would be Styling what's up hang time.

RESPECT IS GIVING WHEN YOU SHOW IT, CHECK IS IN, 
BALL PLAY-

Borgo Baby

Hold ON 'RECAP' what was the lesson-

10 years of trading and building 
techniques and incorporating skills can one say 
it was a waste of time 
or waiting on the right time, 

just to pass the ball down to protégées  
just a pick up game first one to 11 by 1’s

Somebody read the paper.
The City That Im From.

Copyright © Louis Borgo


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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 
strength.

Copyright © heather gray


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At Basketball

Basketball stands for war or battle.
That's why I think about the players'
personalities, in my foxhole or squad.
Danny and Ben are fast and smart. Dan
especially can pass making him master
and commander. To defeat them as we did
is very satisfying. Ben's five year old son
is intelligent but distant. Disdains to answer
my question Why are you you?
                                           But I'm not here
to catalogue the men's personalities.
I like them. But each of us has moved on
many times, when _______ suddenly died
the games went on with hardly a mention
and his name has since been forgotten.

But even this, absolute mortality
of not just our bodies but our names
and souls is not what I came
to talk about. Yesterday, between games,
I asked Joe how Molly his daughter likes
the high school. He mounted an impassioned
defense of reading as the indispensable skill
when I suggested math, the scientific method
and history are essential too.
                                         Also between games
Bob diffidently asked why my kids are bald.
I was moved by the care he took to satisfy
his curiosity, concerned the subject might be
difficult. He's a political science teacher so
I took the opportunity to ask What ails
the republic? Of course I answered myself
wanting mostly to hear myself talk about Iraq
and how empire is self-correcting. For once I was amusing
I thought, treating the subject with a light touch
heretofore lacking.

But none of this is what I came to say.
A new guy, very big and strong, a
bulldozer under the boards with a good
outside shot if needed got into a dispute
with the other Bob who likes to tell people
what to do sometimes, about an offensive
foul Bob called which we almost never do.
The new guy said If you can't take it don't
play under the boards which is what I say
when I'm pissed and don't give a shit.
Bob said You've been pushing and shoving me
all day. I said He doesn't want to be
pushed and shoved which got a wry
smile out of Danny as I put the ball in play.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow


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Soup or Nuts

Soup or nuts 

pollyticks or follyticks
hifallutin or piki-oontin

Copyright © kathryn collins


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acceptance

   Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time
the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died
no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time
unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died
I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry
yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing 
Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry
no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman  thrown like an old shoe
marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul
 to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this
If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order

Copyright © chriss todd