Best Cheerleading Poems
See this girl in the painting, this skinny girl
working on a puzzle at the bottom of the stairs.
With big rimmed glasses and her plain brown hair,
she’s an ordinary girl, with nothing seeming special.
Now see this girl. . . really SEE this girl.
At age 12, she’s just been fitted with new glasses -
They are black horn-rimmed - an utter disappointment
in the life of a young girl.
Some guys now call her four-eyes, and they don’t even notice
the beauty of her light green eyes and
long lush lashes behind those big-framed glasses.
But still she likes to fantasize, and in her dreams
she’s idolized by every boy she likes.
Always having wanted to be part of the “in” crowd,
she was a girl that struggled for popularity.
However, she’s been learning of another way to be!
Seeking out girls more like her, she hardly has to try
to fit in with her new friends. And now she’s much less shy.
With fun new friends, she is witty. She makes them laugh.
She’s even feeling pretty, wearing lipstick frosty pink.
She’s discovered she is smart in all her classes.
This girl who now is wearing black rimmed glasses!
She gets into the Glee Club, even sings on PBS!
With her athleticism, she also has success.
She makes Top Twelve in tryouts for cheerleading.
And though the student body does not vote her through,
she’ll soon get over it. She’s blossoming!
The glasses she will change for contact lenses,
and she does not know it yet,
but soon enough - a number of boyfriends she will get!
Also years of dance lessons and being in recitals
has boosted her self confidence.
Both her body and her spirit are transforming!
See the girl in the painting; a puzzle she assembles.
She does not know that one day
her mind will be on puzzles of a very different kind:
She will be assembling many words inside her mind,
and she will be partaking in an art called poetry.
I know all this because
the girl inside that painting - that ordinary girl -
is the one I used to be.
Based on the painting "Assembling the Pieces"
from Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande
for the Contemporary Free Rhyme Contest of Cyndi MacMillan
I hope you will see the painting at this link. When I saw the girl, I was
struck by how much it looked like me as a young girl: http://www.stephaniedeshpande.com/porfolio/
Have you ever written anything without sub combing to tears ?
My Family portrait in my mind , 2 older sisters , 2 brothers
My Mother caring about all five in different ways
Just with Mom & Dad there having the best of Holidays
My sisters laying out on the deck of river bank for 4th of July ~
Listening to " Honkey Chateau " and all by Elton John.
music a great memory ~Disco , Donna summer , Grease ~ Jaws !
Dad's records to Tony Bennett , Hank W Sr. , Count Basie & Louis Armstrong.
The music takes me home in a wagon filled with children and a dog "Lucky "
My Older brother , athletic , always fishing & hunting.
My younger , my Rock , Swimming and netting for fish,
feeding our Fat cat Perch off the rocks patiently awaits her food
the yelling , slamming of doors , tempers Flare , passion
Our Parents , passionate love yet passionate Hate .
After being a Family of Seven , Divorcing their fate ..
Why did that show " Dallas " bring out the Divorce in all ?
Scottish ~ Irish ~ French Iroquois ~ Cherokee
No matter what the mix ..Our curse Alcohol ~
the Screaming , Drinking , this memory I wish to shut the door on .
Going to A & W or making Cheerleading ,The Bears of course~
Excited in Chicago ! seeing Elton John in the Summer of 1976 ~
Cubs , museum of Wax , Museum of science & History , Pizza !
Expeditions of discovery ,little brother & I finding arrowheads on the Shore.
Our Grandparents Faithful Celebrations ! Chiffon cake , Apple strudel `
Our Cousins on Holidays , going for ice cream cones ,
scent of wet rain on oak leaves ~Before Halloween was bought in stores.
~ That is the Family I Love ,
that is the Family I choose to miss ~
Life is confusing sometimes
At least it has been for me
I was Mom’s “change of life” baby
two siblings far older
change in the birth certificate
three days spent as Marilyn
then I became Carolyn
not many toys in our city home
so I started jumping off things
graduated from steps to trees
then my preference changed to roofs
fearless always, perhaps foolishly so
but I sensed my limitations
at three I was standing on my head
spinning like a top
ran faster, jumped higher
than boys on my block
walked tall on stilts
bounced on my pogo-stick around the block
hid my frog “Pierre” in the garage
acrobat lessons for eight years (Hurray!)
but Mom wanted to make a lady of me
ballet didn’t change this tomboy
went to the state spelling championship
but at age 12, I couldn’t spell “murmur”
and the oddest books I read as a child:
“Lincoln the Unknown”
“How to Stop Worrying and Start Living”
Jacque Cousteau’s “Silent World”
traded my pig tails for mini skirts
cheerleading for the high school football team
still love the sport today
recruited by the ice hockey coach
to teach boys how to skate backward
recruited by the boys’ gymnastics coach
to flip and vault as team members scowled
captain of my college speech and debate team
first freshman to win the Peace Oratory contest
judged by Princeton University professors
writing has supported me all of my life
from high school to the present
first a copywriter, then a journalist
humorous verse is my favorite
some family members say I’m a “wit”
They’re only half right :D
*October 18, 2014 by Carolyn Devonshire
Friends, I’ve got a flu now and hope to be well enough
to return comments soon.
Let's Hear It
Growing up a teen in the 60s
A Baby boomer baby I'm known
High school was like stepping into another world
Of fun sports to join, watch, and stir
Class spirit Homecoming football games
Proms with the big white mums glittering on chiffon dresses
Basketball, volleyball, track, and cheerleading
With pompoms in my hands, loud cheers, and chants
Summer swimming, surfing, and lying out on the beach
Getting that golden amber tan was always fun
Miniskirts, tight sweaters, scarfs, and boots
Sock hops parties, and vinyl records,
Bowling, and parking at the drive in theater
College turned things around
I looked at life different
Studying and working to fund my hobbies
My passion became my job a business that I dearly love
2/5/2016
Switching channels, trying to stay on top
Mannings and Favre are the cream of the crop
Afraid to miss a single great play
Is this how a lady should spend her Sunday?
Vikings fans stand up and cheer
Purple and gold are winning this year
Look like dem Saints gonna 'Brees' (Understood?)
No more bags, no more 'Ain'ts" (Better knock on some wood!)
Not much success for the Tampa Bay Bucs
But faithful fans are still wishing them luck
The Giants appear to be bouncing back
Eli and team mates try to regain their track
Great quarterbacks like Luckman and Tittle
Let's hope our Giants remain "fit as a fiddle"
Touchdowns and field goals get fans outta their seats
While I scream and applaud, my cheerleading repeats
Reviews and replays are part of this game
As great football legends, their names shall remain
Let's get ready to watch game of football.
It's the number one game to watch in the fall.
Choose a team that will be a winner.
Watch the game just before dinner.
Oklahoma sooners is my team who's yours?
Many thanks to the football fans who contributed, including Linda-Marie Bariana, Karen
O'Leary, Tim Ryerson, Matthew Annish and Teresa Skyles (the Sooner fan!).
Where I’m From
I’m from tea parties and tutu’s,
From fingernail painting and Oreo cookies.
I’m from jumping on the trampoline,
And water sprinklers in the front yard.
I’m from summer days and sleepovers,
From zoo trips with momma,
And long car rides on summer vacation.
From scary stories by the bonfire,
And catching fireflies in an old peanut butter jar.
I’m from melting ice cream cones and playing make believe.
I’m from pool parties with Uncle Charlie,
And sunburns at the beach.
From backyard BBQ’s and watermelon slices the size of my face.
I’m from watching fireworks on New Years Eve,
And playing kick-ball at family reunions.
I’m from polka-dot swim suits and birthday parties.
From bubble gum stuck in my hair,
From cooking with mom, and shopping with my Mimi.
I’m from walking my dog on Saturday morning,
And watching cartoons all night.
I’m from cheerleading tryouts and track meets,
And washing mom’s car on the weekend.
(Even though it never really got clean!)
From picking bluebonnets,
And going to Rockport every summer.
I’m from more lessons to learn,
And more goals to achieve.
I’m from looking at the better side of things,
And keeping my head up.
I’m from never forgetting the good days,
And growing up to be the person I know I can be.
The calendar foretells summer
but the trees, fauna and I know
that Autumn is now upon us
in spite of the Gregorian.
Deciduous trees are shedding
their kaleidoscopic, colored
dead on the earthen ground below;
and decaying scents fill the air,
nostrils, the mind with reverie
of indelible yesteryears.
Squirrels burying recent finds,
cheerleading and football practice
Unmistakable, autumnal,
recurring signs of its presence.
If you believe professional athletes
should punch their Free Speech Rights out
when they punch in their employment clock,
Why is it fair
to also believe
you have not twittered out your violent
and racist
and sexist
Free NonViolent Speech Rights
when you laid hands on
and pledged your crossed-finger heart
to Presidential FakePatriotic AntiAllegiance
to One First Native MultiCulturing Nation,
for which it stands
under God,
not so much idolatrously and supremely above?
With growing equity, not supremacy,
and WinWin cooperative liberty,
not competitive WinLose violent
and ballistic
restricted TopSecret mega-loyalty corporations,
and for ecojustice of, from, and for All
Species
and climates
and cooperative health care giving and receiving
ecopolitical reassurances
patriotic for ecojustice
inter-network nationed
Sacred Earth,
Headed toward polycultural-endorsing Free NonViolent Speech Outcomes
and away from MonoCulturing Twitters
cheerleading Mindless Speech
as AntiAmerican Outputs,
Indulged and over-invested in too-Yanged ballistic word choices,
not suitable for young non-violent ears and eyes,
as if such were super-calorie patriotic expedited delicious
flag waving
and wearing
and wrapping,
rather than anti-matriotic hearts of loyal-honorable matters
of and for healthy Earth climates,
both inside sacred Twittering
and outside polypathic healthy-wealth
ecopolitically incarnating.
You choose fake patriotism news,
but we,
both Left and Right,
permaculturally prefer
keepin' it realtime jazzy gospel,
Sacred Matriotic Revolutionary Rhythm
and Timeless Blues.
Patriotism is about commitment
to freedom
and justice
and equity
and mercy
and love
and compassion
and justice,
and not at all about feeling bullied to act in ways
that could only betray the integrity of your commitments
to freedom
and justice
and equity
and mercy
and love
and compassion
and peace
and justice for and with All Earthlings,
singing and dancing our best rhythms
as yet timeless blues.
ELUSIVE
Puppy love’s kiss when I was thirteen
First time a butterfly fluttered by me
Learned all the cheers of the cheerleading team
When next did the butterfly flutter by me…..
Cause one of those cheerleaders my special she
GIMME A B!
for the Butterfly that fluttered by me…
Went off to college to get my degree
Again did a butterfly flutter by me…
Math degree earned plus matrimony
Sei bellissima butterfly fluttering by me
As my children born, each one a beauty
For each did a butterfly flutter by me
Alone once again, yet hopeful I be
by and by that the butterfly flutters by me…
© 2014 all rights reserved
Written for Butterfly Contest
Girl what are you scare of?
Do I represent everything you pretend not to be?
or is it just jealousy?
With your lies you smear my name
but don’t expect me to break down and cry
or to hang my head down in shame
I will always hold my head high
Keep thoughts beyond the sky
I am stronger than you will ever know
I have never lived on the streets of regret
chasing away memories I desperately want to forget
I learn from my mistakes
I don't dwell on heart breaks
I have no illusions of myself
I never lie to me or pretend to be
someone else
I may not be the cheerleading type
or Ms. Popularity but I am proud of who I am
I will make apology for been me
I am not jealous of things you do
because I never aspire to be like you
So why won’t you let me be?
Aren’t you tired of criticizing me?
I don’t need you or anyone else
to validate me
because I know who I am
I am strong, beautiful and proud
I am me!
Try as you might
you can't change my identity
I can’t pigeon holed or stereotyped
because God made me from a special mould
He is the only one who has total control over me
I aspire only to be the best of me
I am me!
Extending the benefit of the doubt
Means well at all times, looks for the positives
Peacemaking through careful listening; being upbeat
An effort to always work toward the greater good
Trustworthy, honest, open, selfless, caring,
Helping others to find their best self
Enthusiastic cheerleading for others
True caring for friends, relatives, and strangers on the street
Imaginative ways to uplift and inspire others
Clearly shows a love for fellow humans and animals in every action
I know that you are ready,
I know that you can win,
THe other kids cannot belive,
What awesome shape you're in,
Our training has been difficult,
But you have met the test,
You maybe just a rookie,
But you're out to beat the best,
Competitors are slowing now,
And many are conceding,
It's time they crowned the latest queen,
Of JV cheerleading!
Pompoms
October game
America’s football
An extension of cheerleaders
Happily, gleefully thrown into air
Captivating the crowd’s magic
These fluttering streamers
Landing in piles
Pompoms
We are the green
Amongst all the pink
The ones who are smart
But can't think
The ones who wear
Jeans and t. shirts
Rather than
Tight shirts and mini-skirts
The ones who have crushes
But no boyfriends
Rather than herpes
And relationships that quickly end
We are the ones
Who like to help
Rather than the ones
Who complain and yelp
We like to eat
Chips and jelly beans
Rather than eating
Apples and greens
Us, we're into sports
Other than cheerleading
We get things done
And actualy enjoy reading
While all the other girls
Think pink is the best
We enjoy
All the rest
They all talk
On their i-phones
While we comunicate using
Phones our parents used to own
We like to laugh
And be ourselves
Rather than wearing masks
While the soul sets on the shelf
My girls are so cool
Every single one
Replacing them,
That just can't be done
*Dedicated to all those girlies out their who I love and adore. Thanks for just being yourself
and not trying to change to fit in. You all are perfect just the way you are!
My sister had a clean bill of health
on her return from Egypt
took a turn for the worse,in three months
from a cheerleading choreogragher
To a bed ridden, gaunt cancer patient
she fought and fought without a murmer
until her fight did succomb
my mother,best friend and pillow of strength
We recieved a call from the hospice
a drastic change from the night before
family called from miles around
in my view,poor lass held on
For us all to gather around her bedside
as she took her final straw like breath
slipped away,out of pain
each leaning forward, our kisses goodbye.
Diagnosed July Called to rest, October. 2008
My last hour . Rest peacefully Shirley
SPONSOR .Robb A. Kopp
Title . " MY LAST HOUR " Paul Beadnall 20/7/11