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Violence Football Poems | Violence Poems About Football

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Details | Free verse |

J-E-L-L-O

J-E-L-L-O--Watch it wiggle
That jingle does not carry a giggle--these days.
Oh, what some people have done.
All the fame and fortune in the world.
Does not make you untouchable by any means.
You are still human--flawed and now faded.
How dare those with stars, think they are better than thars.
OJ to Crosby—do not forget Subway Jared. 
And Mr. Josh Duggar---So sad. 
The Heisman trophy, their health and fame.  
God and a heavenly families.
What have they done…To those that loved them. 
Their families will suffer for their awful ways.
Shame on them…shame-shame-shame…
Copyright © fonda anne….mooreofme....mamao

Copyright © fonda anne | Year Posted 2015


Details | Tanka |

Collateral Damage

Against blue canvas 
Of summer skies, the ball soared.
Laughter mixed with dust.
Silenced by the screaming shell.
They buried you in blankets

Copyright © Mike Miller | Year Posted 2017