Best Cheering Poems
One feels so alive
at baseball games
You are a part
of something there
Something bigger
than yourself
As a Mets fan
I feel myself as
a piece in the urban puzzle
A member of the urban tribe
Joining in the
cheering for the
Metropolitans
helps the masses to release
their stress
which has been created
by urban life - even if last season the team
didn't fare well
last season
The loyal fans
stuck with them
till the end
Loyal fans such as myself
see the Mets
as the descendants
of the
New York Giants and Brooklyn Dodgers
a team all New Yorkers
can embrace wholly
A team you can yell yourself hoarse for
Through the cold winter
there are no green diamonds
to gaze upon
But we New Yorkers know
that the sound of "Play Ball" will
soon usher in
another 162 games
for the New York Metropolitans
Our hometown heroes
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I was passing a cheering path once
Trees, leaves, flowers greeted me,
I asked a tree to gift me anything nice
Might be a flower for my little bee,
The tree replied if I planted any tree
I said I have planted many and many,
Then all are free, again replied the tree
Gratefully I thanked the tree instantly,
The flowers are half production of tree
The ripe fruits are generally full
The leaves are important organs of tree
To make its life in the earth fruitful,
Then suddenly a flower and a leaf
Fell down by me with a sound in brief.
September 21 Scripture Meditations Based on Mark 4-6
Key Verse– Mark 6:50 For they all saw him, and were troubled. And immediately he talked with them, and saith unto them, Be of good cheer: it is I; be not afraid.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CHEERING ME UP
Thank You for cheering me up in my pain
Caused by sinfulness-sting of transgression-stain…
You are my great Healer, granting wholeness’ gain
Truly, Your salvation-ointment is never in vain.
Thank You for cheering me up in my shame
Caused by pride’s embarrassment and blame…
You are my merciful Encourager with pursuit of forgiveness’ aim
Truly, Your humility exemplifying meekness is always aflame.
Thank You for cheering me up in my ache
Caused by hypocrisy’s pretension, deceitfully fake…
You are my merciful Encourager giving me courageous shake
Truly, Your rebuking chastisement is ready to wake.
Thank You for cheering me up in my shock
Caused by worldliness’ smiting knock…
You are my wise Designer against confusion’s lock
Truly, Your quality standard is a perfection-rock.
Thank You for cheering me up in my woes
Caused by persecutions from attacking foes…
You are my mighty Defender, shielding me from perilous blows
Truly, Your protecting safeguard is a fortress as to You I draw close.
Thank You for cheering me up in my pouts
Caused by discontentment, worries and doubts…
You are my ready Provider with bountifulness’ shouts
Truly, Your abundant satisfaction is away from crises’ routes.
Thank You for cheering me up in my guilt
Caused by trespasses’ filthy silt…
You are my gracious Transformer with goodness-built
Truly, Your kindness-charge is free from evil’s tilt or wilt.
September 21, 2022
My heart cried
Please loved him no more.
It hurt more and more than before.
My brain questioned
Why did you keep on thinking of him for?
You should practise
"Out of sight, out of mind"
My eyes pleaded
Where has he been all these days?
I wanted to see him just one more time.
Why was he so hard to find?
Made me wondering days and nights,
Would he still be sitting at the same place?
At the desk to surf on the internet as always.
My nose sniffed:
He had strange odour, but it was quite unique.
At the corners of my lips,
My round dimples tipped
He also had two but elongated in shape,
And they appeared each time he grinned.
His face was almost perfect,
Except a calculus on the buccul of his tooth.
By now my hairs proudly tousled,
I kept your neck warm in winter
And gave you shades in summer.
But he had none what so ever.
My legs were short and stout,
His legs were long but could not play
The swings in the play ground.
Has my brain teased or cheered my heart?
When and will he mend my broken heart?
No words to describe his eyes,
I hardly looked at them due to being shy.
We are out in the ocean where the spray is rough
Old Medley Meanie decides to get meaner and tough
We take Captain Smithe and we throw him overboard.
We are a crew of roughnecks with our hatchet and sword!
Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel!
The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell.
We are fighting to be Captain, in charge now.
Fighting for the crown on the ship’s bloody bow!
There are ten of us left. We know there is only food for six.
I am hoping to get the one steak, but I am in quite a fix.
The other pirates are as mean as I have ever tried to be.
I am in trouble now in this dangerous Caribbean Sea.
Cap’n is gone, we are cheering our rebel!
The ocean has taken him, he’s head’d for hell.
We are fighting to be Captain, in charge now.
Fighting for the crown on the ship’s bloody bow!
There are six of us left, we are the toughest of all.
I am scared of only one, shipmate Morey, he is seven foot tall.
He comes at me with a hatchet, and I plunge into the sea.
I guess fear will now be the death of me.
people are smiling at the loving couple under the umbrella
I am not one of them
I saw him two blocks up under this umbrella
with a different woman an hour ago
I keep my mouth shut
Good thing too
Though I'm no longer there
And do without your love
You're still the woman who
I'm always thinking of
I hope you're doing well
Even though I am gone
And secretly...I'm still cheering you on
I know your happiness
Will one day find its place
Someday you'll look with love
At someone else's face
You'll lay awake some nights
And greet the morning dawn
Knowing that, secretly...I'm still cheering you on
It's a secret...I tell no one, at all
It's a secret...hoping, one day you'll call
If you should ever find
That what you felt was wrong
And that your love for me
Is flowing very strong
While you decide the way
That's best for you to roam...I love you, and
Secretly, I'm still cheering you on
Secretly, I'm still cheering you on
The selection has come and gone
With many congratulated for feign victories
People's Will bashed as hope remains forlorn
Though the grey fought with their voting power
Yet they remain powerless
Who dares decide for the ruthless,
That solely gains dominance ruthlessly?.
Just tell me;
"If winnings come with cheering, why then is your victory bleak"?
Why has it evoke dismay, and burns a rage in our minds
There is calm in the land, but fire lays on the roof-top
The country is divided at the birth of your unruly governance
For the proclamation is at variance with our reality
Therefore your unholy triumph conflict our assertions
An imposter you are and an imposter you will remain!
So as Sun is to the Day
And the Moon to the Night
For every ounce of downcast inflicted on the nation, upon your selection.
Nature inevitably awaits.
Never thought I'd be cheering for an iguana but I did
Snakes on Madagascar don't play fair, they're hypocrites
Look cute, by crikey
But really, gorblimey
Ain't the nicest of serpents, eat iguanas and their kids
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I must have TEA
Must have been in a state
Mississippi
Must have sipped stale TEA
WENT TO HorsePetal
Flowery Hospital
Recovered Nicely
Re-covered
Doctored prescribed wisely
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Missus Have TEA
Tennis T anyone
Yes Tennessee -
If Miss Sippy
Wore her New Jersey
What did Dellswear?
Go to ALASKA
temptations of curve
enduring with the strength
of a straight line
to you
with angular being
stabilization
encourage
And
a blank chair also is waiting.
A highlight of my grown-up life,
Before I was a mom or wife,
Was being one of those who cheered
On game days, when our teams appeared.
This was in high school, years ago.
The squad, unlike today’s, gone pro,
Was there to get the crowd enthused;
Exhilaration we effused.
Through megaphones we shouted out.
The crowd responded; we had clout.
So when we yelled, “Gimme a T!”
You best believe they did, with glee.
We practiced hard and stretched each limb
For many hours in the gym.
It was our church, or more, our temple
And our rabbi, Mrs. Stemple.
I wore that uniform with pride.
To me, it most exemplified
A feeling potent, deep and strong
That to this world, I did belong.
Tonight our squad will reunite;
This poem I likely will recite.
We’ll reminisce about our past
And hopefully, we’ll have a blast.
But looking back, what I know now
Is being on that squad, somehow
Was magical and did provide
Such joy, I still have some inside.
I hear cheering chimes pealing far,
Beyond travails' veneers which blur
Tomorrow's rainbow scenes' glare;
Robing in glooms fine seasons fair.
Which wise to thank knows not I
As gold-dew greets from the sky,
Ushering in fresh starts on slates
Of pristine lot after fiercest fates.
Ahead still skulk facades dull,
Portending night's faking pains;
Posing askew out of envies null,
Shrouding rays on morn's plains.
Yet what eyes of flesh mayn't espy,
See ones within of crystalline light;
Untwisting stars cast in dims to die;
Shaming jets that soot ivories white.
And whilst at last loom shiny sights
Of respite hour's rarest viands' bites,
I'll hugest vollies of unmetered joys
Lilt past all ears and cherubs' voice.
Never thought I'd be cheering for an iguana but I did
Snakes on Madagascar don't play fair, they're hypocrites
Look cute, by crikey
But really, gorblimey
Ain't the nicest of serpents, eat iguanas and their kids
When the weather's boiling hot,
Fans won't really help a lot.
Then I'm sure you'd want to be
In a room that has A/C.
But when temps are not extreme,
Fans are better than they'd seem.
From them, gentle breezes flow,
Helping comfort levels grow.
Ceiling fans, I think, are best.
I have some; you might have guessed.
As they spin, their blades provide
A breath of Nature, brought inside.
Fans in windows help as well,
Long as it's not hot as hell.
Place a tall fan on the ground;
It will move the air around.
At this moment, as I write,
I'm receiving, with delight,
Cooling breezes, sweet caresses,
From the job my fan addresses.
I prefer this fan-fed air.
With A/C it can't compare;
But when the summer heat starts winning,
Then, alas, my fans stop spinning.