Best Badminton Poems

A father and his daughter
playing badminton
in a weedy backyard without a net. 
How many times 
can the battering back-and-
forth connect to send a plastic 
shuttlecock flying? Stroke,
that’s 70, return again 
on a high easy arc, 71, while 

Mom fixes dinner (meatloaf 
again, count the grocery...

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That’s how some poets roll the the dice here, don’t you see?
I think it makes sense, if your life is all about me, me, me!

Old poetry friendships ………like garbage, tossed dowm
a mildewed, stenchy, drain.
As some “must “ be read or you are tossed out like...

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Wind blows in to eyes
Badminton halts in mid air 
Shuttlecock reversed...

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