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