Best Announcers Poems
Beloved,
with preposterous
persistence,
I still search
for your likeness.
Gravitating
toward every
handsome bald man,
I scan the light
that reflects
off their head,
like the globe of home.
I strive for
the sight of bushy,
frost seasoned eyebrows
and hazel eyes
defined with
laugh lines, and I
shape-shift them
to resemble yours.
I hunt for
hearty hands,
calloused and
unabashedly
bleeding from
the weed wacker's
counterattacks.
I hearken to a
Manhattan accent,
while recalling
the name of
your favorite
fruit, "our-ange."
My ears perk
at the pep of
baseball announcers,
the background
soundtrack of
your steady presence.
The scent of rum
comforts me like
your broad-chested hug.
Beloved,
another's
stubbly cheeks
lead me back to grief.
Unattainable
in this stand-in space,
is your love,
beloved.
That amiable
smile that delighted
an entire room
no longer blooms with
its fragrant welcome.
Nocturnal
is my fervent search,
without night vision.
Knuckles outstretch,
but palms clutch nothing.
Beloved, your love
is within
roaming shadows,
splattered upon
the pavement
of nightfall.
Glances of
expansive
remembrance thin,
vanishing
into fumbling
fabrications
and uncertainties.
Yet certainly you
are loved forever,
currently
unattainable
to behold.
4-11-2021
David means "beloved."
Dedicated to my dad
Hyperbole is a sports 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?
It was a hot and dusty day
the crowd fidgets as it waits
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.
howdy folks the announcers say
Raging Tornado in shute awaits
it was a hot and dusty day.
Saddle slipping this and that way
only held in place by weights
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.
R.T. chews on his cud of hay
pawing the ground in anger waits
it was a hot and dusty day.
Flies out of shute now comes what may
saddle slips man evacuates
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.
Riders distract bull hold at bay
while man slides out and valuates
It was a hot and dusty day
bull dripping sweat in shute bay.
He goes off to sleep
Not even a peep
When the child’s away
The toys will play:
Trains ride
Cars drive
Books have a read
Dogs ask for a lead
Balls start bouncing
Announcers start announcing
When the child wakes up
Like a bounding pup
The toys fall asleep there and then
Ready to be played with again
MIRACLE!
Now hear sports prime time
“Amazing! Spectacular!”
Just two of the words
“Hey! You gotta be kiddin’”
Does he know how to play ball!”
“One of the greatest”
Some say he IS the greatest!”
Just incredible!”
“Bob that’s some kinda atha-lete!”
“Three hundred pounds of muscle”
“It’s a miracle!”
“You mean HE’S a miracle”
“He’s at the fifty –
Forty thirty twenty-five
Reverses field at the five
STUPENDOUS RUN A TOUCHDOWN!”
WHAT AN ATHA-LETE!”
The magic words spilling forth
At top of his lungs
Had you pressed the mute button
Just another game
But the fans love noise
The roar will deaden the mind
Loudmouth has said squat
Has stated the obvious
Big mouth says “Watch but don’t think”
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I am an avid football fan - especially college football - the poem is not about disliking football, but about some - not all - of the brainless announcers.
The fish know I’m coming
Turtles line the logs
Swans parade in pre-game frenzy
Geese honk from the cheep seats
Muskrat groundskeepers tend the “field”
Bullfrog-voiced announcers “harrumph” the goings on
Dragonfly vendors work the crowd
The fish know I’m coming
The game is on…….
John G .Lawless
©6/11/2017
Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason
Coach signals in a play
I get flagged for delay
The defense has eaten my receivers
My wristband is befuddled
Bill collectors in the huddle
My sports agents, they are all deceivers
The center snaps the ball
The linemen take a fall
I am being rushed by the Hulk and the Thing
I am scrambling about
Trying to scream and shout
While the running back is counting up his bling
Before they kick my ass
I fire off a pass
And it is floating towards our end zone
Suddenly I am standing there
The ball coming in the air
And I’m talking to my mother on the phone
I want to be the hero
The scoreboard clock now shows zero
And the ball just continues above to float
The paperboy starts to shout it
“Everybody read all about it”
As the headlines say that I am the goat
The ball zooms over head
Coach Lombardi now is dead
The cheerleaders put their pom-poms away
I remain standing all alone
In the now empty end zone
Wishing I could run just one more play
My wife and kids have left me
I have grass stains on my knee
They now live with the winning quarterback
I fail in my audition
For the announcers position
And revive myself from a heart attack
My life is incomplete
As I hang up my cleats
My jersey number will not be retired
I try going home
To the place where I was cloned
And as the high school football coach to get hired
I drink myself to sleep
Praying my soul to keep
And wondering what happened to my life
The obit is really small
No accomplishments are recalled
I am buried still wearing my Bikes
A Wandering Boy with a Song in His Pocket
Arabic Poem by: Salman Dawood Mohammed
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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(5)
Just like the wind
I drive out loneliness of an empty bench for two...
And, like a curfew, I mourn pedestrians’ noise;
And as a shirt hanging on a laundry line,
I drip down, with all my moisture, on the surface of your days
And curse the cloud standing in the queue of ablution.
Then, I hate
Music,
The guards,
The law,
College students’ uniforms,
And astronauts;
And I dislike my life!
That all developed in the centennial commemoration of my wilting,
Amidst an assembly of militias and tambourines
Endorsing the funeral procession of my lamps
In the alleys
Of your absence.
***
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(7)
Housewives,
Hawkers,
The Ministry of love,
Tramps,
College youngsters,
Thieves,
Guests of No-Stars hotels,
Songs,
Traffic controllers,
Victims of the national anthem,
Train drivers,
Bin Laden,
Weather report announcers,
Gilgamesh,
Jurists,
Speech writers for the President,
Drunks,
And my mother,
All,
All shouted to my face:
“Don’t do it, O crazy! Or else you will die!”
But
O Glory!
I did it
And...
I fell in love with you!
***
(8)
Rest assured
After you, I wouldn’t be alone
A labyrinth is a home
And footsteps a family.
***
(9)
Your desertion, the deep rooted in wilting,
Is like a nail untouched by hammers;
Here it is, with its only sharp tooth,
Signing the deeds of tears
On the body of waiting.
Your painful desertion
Has pulverized me
Sincerely...
Hence, I saluted the remaining ashes of my burning with you,
Then
I lay on my blood
On
The heart of sunset
And
I ..... Died!
***
(10)
I loved you and went on
Just like a cloud skipping school.
I strewed my shirt buttons on your fields
And let down science class;
So my rain couldn’t be in a bottle anymore
And the road leading to you
Is no more a battle field
Or a bird market;
But
My soul is pouring down on you
And my hand
Stands
..
..
An umbrella.
***
(11)
The teacher said: “Draw a human heart.”
I laid a kiss on your palm,
And locked it in with the softness of your fingers.
The teacher is now in the recovery room
And I am
Accused
Of forgery.
****
Translated by: Em. Prof. Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
* Salman Dawood Mohammed. A poet from Iraq
And they are off
Only a whiskers breadth parted they
As six spun round the corner over lands mud gray,
And sounds came loud from thundering hoofs
Louder then the heart in my chest;
Then my eyes caught sight of the muscled beast
For an instant then ‘twas gone,
While the announcer called to the screaming crowd
“Whispering Saint leads round the opening bend”
Dismal and cold is the mystery of our land
And bleak the passage of the fall,
But no fault be held when the caller tells
That lost were the horses in this fog,
Now quiet it seemed around the track
No word of mouth, nor sound of tread,
Until came a crackle and the announcers voice
Saying that Whispering Saint was still ahead
No wall to hold our muffled screams
When six horses broke through the mist,
But with nostrils wide and mouths agape
There pace was as the wind;
Never the like that I had seen
When clutched tightly to my chest,
Was a numbered slip on which was writ
Whispering Saint to win and place
Over lands mud gray there path was sure
Round the corner to the final stretch,
But luck be just as destiny held
In a night so dark and cold;
“They are neck to neck,” the announcer called
“Please retain all the tickets you hold,”
I hoped to god but the devil said
That Whispering Saint had only shown
By M. Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca
The place was a symphony of sweet sound
the melodies of nature enough to astound
even the most deaden'd of senses.
There was such an abundance of delicious charm
that the spirit felt awash in a glorious and soothing balm./
Above - in the lush green canopy the birds trilled, to burst,
clamouring to be the very first
announcers of the pearly dawn./
The murmur of the nearby stream with its throngs of reeds, lush and tall
swayed and rustled in the early breeze
while far-off could be heard the muted roar of a great waterfall.
Far above a solitary falcon called and circled
then spotting some far-off prey, hurled
itself down like an arrow.
The fresh and invigorating breeze
whispered sonorously throght the trees,
a sighing accompaniment to the staccato "rat-a-tat-tat"
of a pair of brilliant plumaged woodpeckers.
They pull back a curtain in time
with one-word pictures sublime
to evoke a tear or much fear.
Announcers speak of Katrina,
9-11, Columbine or Diana
through a curtain in time.
Talking heads regurgitate Watergate,
the Holocaust or Vietnam to titillate
a tear or much fear.
Lives lived vicariously
on the trauma or drama they see
through a curtain in time.
Memories milked on the 11 o'clock news
as some folks settle in for a snooze
without a tear or much fear.
Until the next catastrophe
become the latest event to be
shelved on tape behind a curtain in time
to await a tear or much fear.
Regardless of which field of endeavor you happen to be in, never say never, and never say, "It's over'' until it's over. I was in my garage during chores better known as this, that, and the other, but I don't remember what.
Two outs, bottom of the 9th, and the home team was down one run. Being announced by one of the greatest announcers in Major League Baseball, it was the first game of the 1988 World Series between two California rivals, one representing Northern and the other Southern California.
That 9th inning, especially the last at-bat, was being played as if it was a game to end all games and certainly among the greatest that I ever witnessed, but I don't remember why I was listening to the game over
the radio and not watching it on TV.
Anyway, the visiting team, most-favored to win the series, was ahead 4 to 3 with the best closer in ML Baseball. However, He was matched against one of the game's greatest clutch-hitters. Moreover, the home team had a great base stealer on first base which was critical to the game because the great clutcher, not in the lineup and not expecting to play, could barely walk, much less run, which meant that he had to hit a long ball for a single or hit a home run.
With the clutcher at-bat, the base runner stole second base which was a great boost, and it also meant that a long single would tie the game and take it into extra innings, or a home run would win the game for the home team which is what happened. 8 pitches were thrown at this at-bat: two strikes, three balls, three fowl balls; 2-run homer, and the home team won 5 to 4. I tell you, it was one amazing one-third inning.
040620PoSpCtest, Strand Pick 6, Brain Strand
Date: May 2051
The game was just beginning, Sidney
Crysteph sat in the announcers
Booth with Adonis Kyon Damian
And CJ. Ma Lucinda Father Hakim
Sat in their own booth. With
Mother Daughtry. Molly Desharah Dolly
And Holly were all seated together
With Saderi Sedanah.
12:05 afternoon. The players were
In place on the rubber turf. The
Coaches DJ and Damali addressed
The players on the field. DJ said,
"Okay Godfrey, you Barry Matthias
And Shadir will be backing Amari
Addison Ashton Adian and Elijah.
Damali spoke, "Okay alright already!
People let's see about this NOW! You
All know your positions! The BCM
were also taking up post on field.
Now Adonis emerged from the
Announcer's booth with ball in hand.
He stopped and stood in the midst
Of the opponents. "Now is everybody
Familiar with this game?!" They all
Uttered "yeah" nodding their heads.
Jawah yelled, "Alright now Uncle Ado!
We can do what we dooo!" They
All laughed. Adonis threw the ball
Into the air as he cleared the cruelty.
"LETS GO!" Immediately Adian handled
The ball and relinquished it to Godfrey
Who was Behind him, just before he was
ambushed by a squad of BCM. The
BCM took possession! BONE Man!
Oh MAN! CJ and Damian both announced
The maneuver. DJ and Damali stood
Up huffing. And instructing Amadeus
And Jawah. Whaat?! What chu doing
Get at him! But the Black China Men
Clan had it! Damian announced the
Score. One to ZERO! DJ and Damali
Turned around to booth and frowned.
"Hey Dad who's side are you ON!"
Damali saluted, with a sarcastic smile
"Thanks Uncle Damian!"
The hatred in those blackened eyes
The thunder roarin when hooves collide
The air beneath the jumps and kicks
The spins and circles and brutal dips
The humps and horns and leather hot
The smell of hide and a winnin shot
The announcers voice so deep and loud
It’s time for the bulls and the crowd goes wild
They don’t know the thrill and pain
That they bring to this rodeo game
The fan support is off the charts
And the bulls and blood is where it starts
The board of operations
Has taken actions
Against members
Of Faction 5: this leading
To the Board of Directors
To take action against them.
Both sides have sought
Representation from outside
Sources. These actions come
From the Parent Company's
Reenstatment of Quelsey Utmoss
The operation manager of
The United Independent Wrestling Council
Who dually serves as Department Operations
President of the World Association of Wrestling
Who are members of the World Wrestling Corporation.
The issue is that upon reveiw of Areana sales
And merchandising, the Independent affiliate
Outsold the parent company, and members of the affiliate company wish to have more representation in operation managment, the President of the company made a descion to have both a operation board and a board of directors, both with oversight by a five member committee, two members of the Rasslin Union who have no voting rights unless
The two are in disagreement well and the vote was split even two/two while the presiding member was on vacation, he refused to make a descion abroad and heldup the doings until he returned to American soil. This gave the two opposition members to do as they pleased that until the presiding member returned. In a span of seven days they reconized an independent World Champion, signed six big contracts, and held a ceremony asking defunct companies to sell them there used titles, they took twenty titles and used a Trophy Cup to symbolize their Union, and called the Title The Independent World Champion and used language that
Put interest to aspiring members of the company. The signed contracts in the middle of the ring on nation wide television
And one of the announcers said, let the company jerks say this never happened. They were dancing hugging and kissing, and acting like they were pirates taking over a ship.