Best Fans Poems

Alas ‘tis the fate of plucky Jan
To write her poetry while on the can
Her pen’s been known to scoop
A sprinkling of poop
And gleefully to let it hit the fan
...

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All emotions and hopes exchanging through a common fax
singing songs of victory and toasting a beer to relax
priding on a rich history
moving in one chemistry
mock us when we lose and face the inevitable axe....

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Football fans
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author

Football has its ups and downs.
When fans and players act like clowns.
I mean the way they speak and play.
I mean, are they true fans or players I say?

No football team can always be good.
Even if fans think they...

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I tell you of a friend who's so fond of everything french
She didn't call her a frenchie when she saw one on a bench 

Her favorite food french fries and syruped french toast
She's been to lots of 'franchised' places including Ivory Coast. 

She eats à...

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I have fans. They make me
Cool?
~Dimitri Lupescu...

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My name is Black.
My mouth is diseased.
I walk on walls behind your back.
I've come for your soul.
You had it out on lease.
(You forgot.)

Stop tending to the chickens,
Or don't stop tending to the chickens.
Either way there are no fans left for anything to be hitting them.
But...

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thousands of eyes watch
a handful of men play ball
and feel connected...

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"Love from the Heart of a King"
by:  Eric L. Boddie 

Do you “Remember the Time” 
When I couldn’t get you out of my mind 
You were just “Another Part of Me” 
Not just like “Billie Jean” you see 
And I never wanted to say...

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I’ve never taken a swim with the dolphins
But I did swim with the Celtics 
One day in Miami
An odd celebrity encounter 
Just me and the team
Swimming in the same hotel pool— all together

The men had their shirts off 
Incredible beautiful bodies
Muscles, intricate tattoos, six packs...

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for Nolan

Morning, I tell my betta, Beau, 
how beautiful he is.  He fans out sideways 
turquoise, crimson and green for my 
inspection. It's introspection time for she 
who wears a writer's hat, anytime is writing time, 
and she sees again through the window where...

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For My Pickleball Fans

Lost all of my luck
Behind net pickleball stuck
My game ran amok

you should see his serve
seems to have much swerve and curve
while with vibe and verve

hard to understand
in wrong court my ball would land
which was full of sand

always would mumble
while playing had been...

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I'm sorry for the Steelers fans
(My sister and her spouse)
For disappointment must now rule
Their beings and their house.

The Packers fans are sad as well,
So close but no cigar,
A pity to be unsuccessful
Having come so far.

I really couldn't care which teams
Are Super Bowl contending,
But I'm delighted...

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From outfield judging eyes await your plight, 
though sweat and stupor feign to your ruin.
Now pull up your trousers, cinch your belt tight...
glaring down from mound, pitch straight and proven. 

Blurred ball unleashed, pitcher's swift arm uncoiled... 
tho' bat be av'rage, the batter may not.
Cauldron-like...

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saturdays
hockey night in canada
~ phone best stay silent



posted on June 27, 2018...

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Aye, Mikey, the Banshee's wailin'.
Closer.  Ever closer.  Spurred by your fears.
And the wailin'; oh, the wailin'.
What to do?  What to do?  The Banshee's drawin' near.

Nay, past deeds are no salvation.
'Tis your fate, Mikey, all but sealed.
And the wailin'; oh, the wailin'.
What...

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