Best Gatorade Poems

After Legend got blown up along with
all of the city zombies,
I was now the sole survivor and sick and tired of 
hiding out at Hobby Lobby,
bored of making necklaces, soaps and candles
and doll houses every single day,
I decided hunting countryside zombies should make 
up a...

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Johnny sat bored at a swimming parade,
became thirsty watching the retrograde.
Dipped his head in the pool.
but felt like such a fool.
Silly boy thought it was blue Gatorade!



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~No Matter If You Are Black or White~


     Nor, if you are yellow or brown... 
     God does see, all the good and bad we do!
     He and only He, will grant you...

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She's thirty-three, single,
her Mom babysits her
five year old son.
She reassures herself it's
just two more hours,
then it's the blessed weekend.
Which means delicious sleep.
She has no nest egg,
she's just getting by.

There is one kind aging matron
who makes her lunch when she
cleans her large stately home.
Yet, other well-to-do...

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She looked at him concerned
"Oh my God, we forgot the buns!"
A barbeque happening
Guests arriving
Coals flaming
Food prepared
But nothing to put burgers on
For their housewarming

Hasty instructions and some cash
From his Lover and her roomies
Then he starts to haul ass
To the convenience store

He hustles there on foot
Thinking about...

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Yogurt.
"I begin the day buying yogurt in a small favorite grocery store."
Not pizza, nor gatorade.

Bananas
although they are imported from afar and grown in monocultures.
Attract fruit flies in August.

Peaches
locally grown with rainwater. I ate all the farmer's peaches alone
stacking them by the railroad tracks.

Water --
rainwater, tap...

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follow the bouncing ball
slapped around by the tall

through the hoop it will go
never a one man show

up and down the court
drank Gatorade by quart

March Madness is here
loud cheers soon I'll hear...

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The players take the field
Pitchers and catchers warm up
Pre-game practice is underway
The coaches and umpires discuss the rules
The coaches shake hands and walk away;
The home-plate umpire yells "let's play ball"
The game is underway.

The pitcher takes the pitching mound
Kicking and digging his cleats into the ground
The...

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A stomach virus laid me out,
My husband down as well
And then we were surprised to hear
Somebody ring the bell.

Two bags delivered to our door
With Gatorade and soup,
Saltines and even Alka-Seltzer,
Quite a sickbed group.

Our son arranged to save the day
With Amazon – the Prime – 
To...

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Little kids, needles, scary places
Doctors, nurses, with smiling faces
Strange bed, strange sound
Spooky environs all around

Pokes and prods, pink flowered gown
Tender mercies, gentle touch
Thank goodness mom is stickin’ round
Else this scary place would be waaay too much!

Toy placed in tiny hand
Gatorade given to drink
Young minds come...

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Church bells are ringing and today ain't sunday,what day will you say bye bye..o' lord why? I wonder if my youngest brother Dave gonna cry..I used to whip his butt.everyday,hmmmn,well at least I made it into heaven cause over there i see a seven eleven.oh...

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A milk bottle of combustion is a silver tongued spoon. A dragon headed fortress underground. Weaving wavering waving wandering. A teaspoon of cataclysm in giant catacombs. Dominatrix circles and whirlpools. How very stylish Madame de feetoo. While festooned on a chaise long is a long...

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I'm a manly man babe.
Come drink some holy Gatorade.

Humps on my camel remind me of all the funs.
I've had in the sun with your hambergur buns.

Buns buns buns and manly manly men.
Is it just a b00ty call,
when you ask me to go to the mall?

Don't...

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Not sure when all of this started
Maybe the day sanity departed
But now I find that I like to chew
On anything the color of blue

The transition was rather simple
Erasures from colored pencils
Of course you know the color I choose
Do I need to keep reminding you

And who...

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Crouch on the balls of your feet 
lean forward in suspense
hands and arms out
as though reaching for something not there
staring at the body in front of you
listening to the soft boom, boom, boom, of the ball
see a pass
lurching forward 
grabbing the ball
all instinct now
sprinting
dribbling
nothing but...

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