Best Diehard Poems
I am a Diehard Cubs fan
Tried and true
I wear cubbies Royal
And I bleed Cubbies Blue
I grew up watching Ernie,Billy and Santo
Ryno, Grace,and Leon
Were all my Heros.
Later it was Sosa, Maddux and Wood
They all lived through the heartbreak
From a team that never could.
Today I watch and smile
Tears run down my face
2016 is the year
My Cubbies are First Place.
Rizzo, Jake and Javi
Kris, and Dexter, Albert
Addy, Ross and Schwarber
Wilson, Edwards, Coghlan
Grimm, Heyward, Lackey
Montero, Mike, Rondon,
Jorge, Pedro, Travis
Aroldis,Zobrist, Maddon
This team have finally done it
Brought the trophy home
For all our family who are gone
They spent their life teaching us
Never to give up, be strong
To Wait till next year
When our magic numbers up
You finally did it guys
The talk of curse is gone
Forever in our hearts you'll be
The team who got it done
World Champion Cubs 2016
DIEHARD
British Columbia outside St George, we were twelve years old.
Two boys and Jamie’s black Scottish Terrier shooting squirrels
In the forest up Douglas Mountain one summer’s day.
Stumbled across a wolverine which immediately advanced on us.
We knew better than to run, so Jamie tried to load up his shotgun,
But it somehow jammed and the wolverine was on him in a flash -
His coat ripped and the teeth about to gash his arms -
When in came Scottie, without hesitation or a moment’s reflection -
Determination seized his frame - he leapt -
Absolute and only purpose - defending his boy.
The whole purpose of his dog-life was before him now:
He was no match for the wolverine, but it was unimportant to him.
The wolverine was distracted enough so Jamie could load the gun,
But in the few seconds before he shot the snarling fiend,
The life of Scottie was spilled over the roots of the fir trees.
The small black dog closed his eyes and his life ended.
Our hero died with absolutely no regrets at all.
He had done what he knew he had to do, willingly, happily.
Few would be the friends in one’s lifetime
To behave as selflessly for another in need.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Frank Herrera's Contest 'A SUMMER MEMORY'
Solfatara plays lumen,
Air hypoxic rites death,
Fumarole punches the stomata,
Coldness fired leaves,
Joy!
A run amok storm dragged trunks,
The warrior of plantae,
Majesty of a tropical mountain,
Every berry has glory,
Hail!
What’s on the old mind tonight
the good old frontal cortex
the ole gray matter
~ not that it does…
suture.sure is cuter.motley knew her.was her and one.lovegun didnt run thru my
veins,"hey,hey,hey"what way?say,to the eye i give,ok?say ummm,i was walkin
and talkin before you around,ok?say umm,could you bust a move elsewhere.say
ummm,did this pass?say,what was word?heard.lured in by sure women.son of
sin in.slim.