Best Sports Poems Ii
These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II
The Locker
by Michael R. Burch
All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation or sentiment,
left with the pungent darkness
as remembered as the sudden light.
Me?
Whee!
(I stole this poem
from Muhammad Ali.)
—Michael R. Burch
superstar(stuporstar)
by Michael R. Burch
hey pete,
it's baseball season
and the sun ascends the sky,
encouraging a schoolboy's dreams
of winter whizzing by;
go out, go out and catch it,
put it in a jar,
set it on a shelf
and then you'll be a Superstar.
When I was a boy, Pete Rose was my favorite baseball player; this poem is not a slam at him, but rather an ironic jab at the term "superstar."
Larry Seivers had golden hands
by Michael R. Burch
Larry Seivers had golden hands,
platinum hands,
diamond hands,
hands of jasper, sapphire, chalcedony, emerald, sardonyx, sardius, chrysolite, beryl, topaz, chrysoprase, jacinth and amethyst.
Other receivers were more elusive,
bigger,
faster,
more physical,
flashier ...
but Larry Seivers had hands.
Julius
by Michael R. Burch
Instinct
in an unplanned moment
as you rise
will teach your limbs the art of flight:
the waltz of light
through vaulted skies.
A falcon flies:
its keening cries
as sunlight fails
fall hollow to the earth below,
and you must know
how fierce the light of sunset feels.
You hear
those ringing cries, their echoes clear
though far away, and so you pause
—defying even gravity,
suspended over some vast sea—
then fall ... into applause.
Larry Legend
by Michael R. Burch
He's slow, can't jump,
looks pale and plump.
He talks too much;
he brags, and such.
He's not real nice,
has blood like ice
and will like steel
(and steal he will).
But when the game is on the line,
your team, or mine?
Big Mc Attack
by Michael R. Burch
Johnny Mc
Enroe
is back—
the fierce
attack
of words
and serves,
returns
and taunts.
He flaunts;
he flails,
reviles
and rails.
Sometimes
he wails.
His ego
swells.
He grunts
and groans
and moans
and gee . . .
I think
he wants
to referee!
Johnny Mc
(thank God)
is back—
wisecrack
ing, fiery,
taking flack
(not hesitant
to give it back).
We love
to watch
him glare
and wince,
and since
we sense
his dreams
(intense),
we sit
on pins
until
he wins.
Keywords/Tags: Sport, Sports, Athletes, Athletics, Baseball, Basketball, Football, Boxing, Hockey, Golf, Tennis, Locker, Retirement
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2022
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