Memory Basketball Poems

Just about every morning, I see him there,   
A solitary figure on the basketball court. 
He is shooting free throw after free throw,...

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Three Point Shot


You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle, racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop In a...

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Three Point Shot


You reach the line, an almost perfect semicircle,
Racing from one side of the court to the other, avoiding the hoop
In a soft wide...

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FLOWERY   AT   DAWN,  WITHERED AT  DUSK.

Summer today Fall before  tomorrow 
A youth today aged and frail tomorrow 
If...

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Filched Physiognomy – Mine revisited!

Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather

miss...

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Long, winding gravel driveway
  decrepit old Mercury station wagon
    parked there
    doors unlocked
    those big...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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A seed has been planted in the minds of man,
Where comfort's blanket is taken, & no longer the plan.

Confidence, now shaken, seems fragile to the...

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~*~
       Nippy break of day
       Total unexpected loss
     ...

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Days Gone By

This morning I walked
 to our park
 one last time-
 to wipe your memory
 from my mind

 I sat on the swings and...

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It clings to the cliffed shore,
 to the wintered face of the thistle path,
 to the fingers of the old man's glove
 as he waves...

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The Miracle Worker

He had chosen his path amidst a rainbow in the dark
 A chosen road in which to cross amidst the misery & sod
...

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A Lizard Sonnet 

If you travel to escape the small lizard on your back
You will eventually be outside your parents’ house
Only they have long since...

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Your face,
A majestic visualization of perfection,
right in front of me.
I feel like I am loosing you,
losing you to the dark unknown ,
and I do not...

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Old Man Bianco his vocal voice
stripped of all it’s octave choice
creaked and crowed in age and vice
“Liquor, tobacco, you pay the price!”...

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