Best Champs Poems


Premium Member Starry Little Champs

 They illuminate the muse giving it that zeal
 Their gleams have a magical feel
 Enchanting us with glowing appeal

 They are loved by all across the board
 Lighting up the imagination, wonderfully adored
 Spreading their glows in joyous accord

 Awesome little insects generating micro amps
 Fireflies flickering, like starry little champs
 Lighting up the night with their little lamps
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member World Champs

Spring training is starting way down south
This is the year, “Go Blue Jays” we'll shout
All the way to the Series
World Champs my dearies
Finally since 1992, a big celebration we'll flout

Belgrade On Champs-Elysees

my soul plunged into sadness
and this town becomes my cry
Belgrade in Paris
when I feel its beautiful avenue
singing the hymn to nostalgia
oh land of my youthfulness
my lovely Serbia

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mon âme plonge dans la tristesse
et cette ville devient mon cri
Belgrade à Paris
quand je sens sa belle avenue
en chantant l'hymne à nostalgie
oh pays de ma jeunesse
mon adorable Serbie


East St. Louis, Il: City of Champs

East St. Louis, IL
City of Champs

A city with untapped potential and mountains of hope,
A people with great dreams, reaching forward
Looking for ways to manage and cope.
From the outside looking in, it doesn’t appear to be much
Enduring and standing through a lifetime of corruption,
Protected and sustained by God’s merciful & everlasting touch.
Stricken by drugs, crime, violence, and generational poverty,
Financial, social, mental, emotional, circumstantial,
Those are the outcomes that we see.
A lost cause to most, a scapegoat for many, overlooked by some
Except those who live and walk the streets
Experience success and proud to proclaim where they are from!
Each new generation fighting to overcome the mistakes of the last,
Losing an uphill battle, yet we manage to survive,
Eager to provide hope for the future and honor the warriors of the past.


-Poetic Love 10/8/10

Premium Member The Champs Visit

He walked slowly, taking in the sight and smell of the field.
The memories of games gone by, filled his heart with joy as he recalled his many turns at bat.
Baseball was his first love and he recalled his family cheering him on, in the stands.


His father had put a baseball in his hands as soon as, he could stand.
Another deep breath, as a cool breeze swept across the field.
What thrilled him most was the swing and crack, of the bat.


Dusk fell a he recalled all of the home runs; something moved overhead; a bat!
He watched as the thing soared above the stands.
This place was home; growing up he’d practically lived in this field.


Picking up his glove and ball, he threw a pitch across the field; then he picked up his bat; still hearing the cheers from the stands…craccckkk...adrenaline rush!

Premium Member Girl At Champs De Mars

GIRL AT CHAMP DE MARS
Beneath the girds of steel, rising to the sky;
where tourists go to watch the world go by;
the children come to play, and lovers walk
through myriads of life and idle talk,

this is the Champ de Mars where Paris goes
to show that side of life that only Paris shows,
with donkey rides and jugglers all for fun
where you'll forget a love, or meet someone

A troubadour will sing her memory
so you'll forget tomorrow has to be,
and people watching is the thing in style,
each painted face, each heartbreak, every smile.

Where madamoiselle forgets what she must wear
throws caution to the wind, lets down her hair
an orange blouse, and skin tight yellow hose,
she shows the world someone it never knows.

She's looking for that locking of her eyes
and touching of her heart, as time it flies,
and someone she has known, but never met,
the first kiss of her life she'll not forget.

And Paris knows, yes Paris knows what's real
the love she comes to know and love and feel
it never will leave her, as time goes by
and she will think on it, many times, and cry.

© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.


Come Come To the Restaurant

Around the wet corners of summer
In the alleys of scooter-revving Paris
11 at night
A back light herd of red eyes
Bull-rush Champs-Elysees

Parting for an ambulance
Its siren wobbling like a half-drunk soprano
Sobbing a song

While a man in tuxedo
Is breaking plates on the cobblestone
For our attention to the menu inside

An invitation crushed in a shattered pile
At his heel
“Come come le Monsieur Escargots for Madame!”

We say ok
Which seems to delay further smashing
“Americans” he says under his breath
Smiling

He takes her hand from mine
Leads her over a threshold
Smeared in rain and streetlight Peonies

I am left the choice to follow
My wife
The attention the commotion

“I can see your love is unbreakable.” He winks
Nudging our chairs upstairs to the white-clothed table
A silver carafe of water
Sweating at the center of fine china

I hold her hand
We cut and stab the dinner
While the city outside argues
Through the unlatched wooden shutters

The man
Resuming his lullaby crashing.

Premium Member Chipotle Chili Champs

Chipotle Chili Challenge champions cheerfully choose chocolate chai cheesecakes



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October 5, 2019
Written for FFI Blog Series 19 - Tautogram
Brian Strand
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Red Sox Champs Update

Game 5 starts with a bang, a base hit then home run by Pearce right away
Red Sox are 2 to 0!  Go Sox – Yay!
Then the Dodgers come back with a home run on the 1st swing!
Making it 2 to 1, as their fan’s cheers loudly ring
Then a great double play and strike out stops them quick
Their momentum isn’t allowed to stick

Into the 2nd, Dodgers are on base but no runs come in 
Then in 3rd Dodgers on base again, fighting to win
Red sox come back in the 4th on base, but stopped too
Their great playing in the 5th, keeps Dodgers behind straight through

In the 6th it’s a Red Sox home run by Mookie Betts, as they rise!
It’s now 3 to 1 with another great home run surprise!
Great playing double play later keeps them on the top this night
It seems the red sox are focused on their goal in sight

Into the 7th can you believe?  This time Red Sox - Martinez - hits a home run!
And now the Red Sox are in the lead 4 to 1
Dodger’s good plays keep up the fight, nice
But Red Sox don’t let up, amazing pitching by Price

Then comes the 8th as they reach for their dream in the sky
It’s ANOTHER home run! 2nd for Pearce this night, as they fly!
Large crowds in Boston celebrate and rock the night away
Into the streets they gather and cheer this special day!

Pitcher Kelly enters the game, a strike out master
Brings the Red Sox closer to champs even faster
Into the ninth, pitcher Sale comes into the game
Finishing it off with a strike out into Red Sox Fame!!!

Red Sox are now World Series Champions 5 to 1
Pearce most valuable player award, with 2 home runs
The Red Sox fully earned their way to the top
An amazing team proving, no-one could stop!  
               CONGRATULATIONS SOX!

Heidi Sands

10/29/18

Premium Member Christmas On Champs Elysees Monsieur L'Vampyre

........CHRISTMAS ON CHAMPS ELYSEES
This night of mass, I still recall
the thing we had--dare I suggest,
if it was love, how we did fall?
For just a while, our lives were blessed
........Now Christmas on Champs Elysees
.........is not the same, in any way.

The lights reflecting on the Seine
have lost a little of their glow
I still walk there, but only when
there's no one with me I should know;
........and never since have I gone to
.........that small cafe, where I met you.

'twould be too much for me to bear
I'd have to face reality
accepting you would not be there
and put to rest your memory
......but now each Christmas I can feel
......the warmth of you, it's almost real.

And so this night, so warm and mild
I'll not forget the love of you
but celebrate the Jesus child
the way we used to do.
......and light a Candle Christmas Eve
.......though you have died, I still believe.
© ron wilson
© Vee Bdosa  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Little Champs - Nursery Rhyme

Little champs! Little champs! All we are!
Free from all! Free from all! All we are!

Better not instill your gorgeous dreams
Sweeter are our own valorous dreams
Free from all! Free from all! All we are!

Stop sharing your disputes and debates
Wannabe free from all splits and straits
Free from all! Free from all! All we are!

We aren't outlets for your cold frictions
But the soft blooms without inflictions
Free from all! Free from all! All we are!

Let your concern not create constraints
Allow us to dance with no complaints
Free from all! Free from all! All we are!

PLACED : 2 nd

Children Sing to Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper 
Date: 27-03-2023

Premium Member Sox Champs

Sox 2018 World Series Champions as of tonight ! 10/28/18

Highlights tomorrow.

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Re-Cap Highlights  - posted next under Red Sox Champs UPDATE

Premium Member Life Bown Champs

Sitting here watching the game
You suddenly realize it’s just that—
A game going from goal to goal;
Win or lose, you get to go again.

However, the awareness is this;
Life is a reality taking you from one
Goal to another; but lose or win
You never get to play again.

Now this may seem like wordplay to you
But when you hike, run, and throw reality
It becomes one hell of a play for you and me
And that there are no time-outs in what is true.

         				 Thus, when we
          				  Huddle and break
         				  It has to be about
          				  The touchdown
           For in reality and
           For the team’s sake:
           We’re not guaranteed
           To be around:-

So we can’t afford any more false starts and yellow flags
And every move must now advance without any snags;
Our defensive ancestors must not have fought in vain,
So let us go out knowing we contributed to winning gains.

On The Strip

I have bought in boutiques
on Carnaby street,
stopped in stores galore
on the Champs-Élysées,
shopped 'til I dropped
on Madison Avenue,
and, what's more,
I've been seen to arrive,
fashionably late, on Rodeo Drive,
but one thing I hate,
and doubt I'll see, or there'll ever be,
as there's not much call,
for a linear row of shops downtown,
in a small Möbius strip mall.

Tho' Johann B. Listing (1808 – 1882),
rediscovered the non-orientable surface first,
Mr. August F.Möbius (1790 – 1868)
published his findings earlier and, well-versed,
Euclidean geometry taught he,
while, his wife, Dorothea, danced provocatively,
in pole position, at a nightclub naughty,
and, where out at night, on a fun day trip,
paying punters paid to ogle and view,
the ever-arousing Mrs. Möbius strip.

Premium Member On Champs-Elysees Avenue

      No more can you say
        that Paris is gay
   
      Only the left
        has right-of-way

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