Best Handball Poems

I remember, I remember my garden of joy,                                     ...

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Football, volleyball, baseball, softball, 
Racquetball, handball, basketball, hardball. . . . 
There're lots of sports in the world you play with a ball, 
And you can't play any of them if you're an oddball. 

If you want to be good at any such sport, 
You've...

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Like mother, like daughter
Like father, like son
Like uncle, like nephew
Like aunt, like niece
Like grandfather, like grandson
Like grandmother, like granddaughter
A man to a woman
A boy to a girl
A policeman to a policewoman
A deacon to a deaconess
A dog to a puppy
A cat to a kitten
A hero to...

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1. How can we wear jeans to cover our skin, if our skin is made of genes?

2. If football is played with the hands is handball played with the feet?

3. Poetry and Gymnastics are holding hands because they are head over heels in love.

4. Sunsets...

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I am reminded of songs by the Beach Boys 
who sang of idyllic   summers 
The city beaches are with 
lifeguards to protect those in danger 
The asphalt homeland 
is filled with tourists 
and I also note that there are youth 
playing handball in...

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We called him kintu
He had a way with girls
He was a handball player
Kintu had a sway with words

We called him kintu
Kintu ever running after girls
Never staying with one for long
Kintu had a way with pretty girls

We called him kintu
He had a way of scoring
Never a...

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I bring you a live commentary match between Sin and Grace

Sin are inches away to the box
Lust shots, Self-Control reacts well and blocks
Longsuffering has been fouled at the 18-yard
Pride has been booked, he gets a yellow card

Envy probing for a goal, last week he scored...

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I remember, I remember my garden of joy,
It gave me great happiness when I was a boy
At the bottom of the garden was a delightful stream,
When alone, I would sit beside it, meditate and dream.
In the garden stood an ancient apple tree,
In the spring time...

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Open spaces on sand, for fun and frolic
Noise of waves, sound sweet as music

Taking a dip in blue depths, curling with tides
Horizon at sunset, orange hues give idyllic vibes
Eat local fish, and enjoy drinks like thirsty tribes

Blowing winds, turn the windmills apace
Enjoy the sunshine, and...

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Young lady, young lady,
curvaceous, outgoing, sassy lady,
with her bright red flamenco dress,
full of life,
full of character,
wearing my "manton" to ward off the chill of the night,
has decided to wear goyesca style tonight,
ready for a grand finale bull fight.

Spain is sporty,
women's sports are rife,
football, handball, basketball,...

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Spent some time 
in the country 
      Forest full of trees, 
lakes full of fish 
     Deer walking by
as hawks hover overhead
    Contemplating nature 
has its rewards 
     But...

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A neighbor since birth,
who knew could be such a great friend,
More than a friend, a sister indeed
She's seen me grow, laugh, and cry and i have learned to follow her lead.

Amazing, beautiful, caring, just to name a few
these are just some of her qualities people...

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******
you bet
in debt

world cup
shut up

score goal
big hole

whistle
missile

fans fight
not right

refs rule
you fool

corner
warner

handball
false call

false claim
not lame

bad fan
I'd ban

play ball
don't fall

England
win land

sit tight
we might

mighty
Blighty!
******
*****They think its all over, it is now!*****

2018 World Cup Poetry Contest - Sponsored by Mark Toney

18th June 2018...

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I was strolling to the entrance of the Barley Tavern,
when I was passed at quite a rate by angry Billy Brown.
He’s mumbling and cursing before he kicked the Tavern cat,
and blamed it as the reason for his marriage breaking down.

With the cat completely winded and...

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This beach without shady palm trees
is the chosen playground of harsh winds,
its sand is drier than the Sarah's desert;
nobody lays on a blanket to soak up sunshine,
not even kids play handball smelling a tempest...
and be engulfed by huge waves onto the sealine. 

Karl is the...

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