Best Sported Poems

This seasoned evening
sported a full faced 
Orange Kool-Aid moon.

Fully aware it was a marvel
it shot me an arrogant wink.

Not once but twice.

I think i heard it laugh.

It certainly flashed me an impish smile.
Not much different than my own.

No camera could ever capture
a moment this precious.

This needed,
words-
the heart of my imagination.

I...

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It had been a day full of miraculous detail.

Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.

Trees snapped and flowers curtsied 
before engaging in a pas de deux 
with blades of grass on the stage 
of this summer eve.

Our erupting blazing star...

Sported a set of...

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The congregation eyed him skeptically
     Long hair, a beard and sandals on his feet
Beyond his exterior they’d not see
     This rambler had just come in from the street

He blessed himself with the sign of the cross
 ...

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Yes I can still see her...

through rose colored glasses,

imagined!

In fact,

She is gorgeous.

I remember saying...

or at least thinking out loud

...You take my breath away,

She was a perfect site to behold; I am sure men literally 
fell like pins at the alley, as she entered a room

...and...

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They hung around the beer joint with the finest Western wear
with thumbs tucked in their belt loops and such a studly air.
But those boots weren't made for stirrups and were polished to a sheen,
and on those fancy cowboy hats not a sweat stain could be...

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My wife said our sex life, ”Is always the same…”
“You need to spice things up, and rekindle our flame”

So I got onto the net and researched lots of stuff
I took tons of notes and soon…I had enough

I went to “Trickie’s Tricks” with a list a...

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A Proper Walk

Is it something that I said or simply sad?
My refined lady lost her shoes today
By the way, she had no cloths on either
Point of fact, she was naked, head to toe and then some
No one had to know, she had no attire, not...

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Money was getting extremely tight
And jobs in town were few
McGee was out of work for a while
But his faith in God was true

McGee was often seen  
On his front porch praying loud 
By his atheistic neighbor 
Who was sure and quick and proud

He daily...

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Yesterday, I took out my new quill pen and 
a bottle of ink.

I sat down at an antique table, 
lit a half-burned candle and dipped my quill; 
I wrote on a yellowed pad of calligraphic parchment.

Swiftly jettisoned into the past as, 
the room began to...

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Black Sheep 

Her beleaguered parents, had it 
with her.
That daughter and her mouth,
forever causing a mighty stir!
They went to downtown
Chicago,
To see Dr.Zhivago, hoping this 
might quiet her.
But no, in their daughter, it was 
more like an intellectual stir.

She stopped going to Mass
and left the Catholic...

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There once was a silly Billy
Who fancied a certain filly
But horsing around
He suddenly found
She sported a bigger willie...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin wherein
yours truly (himself) did self flagellate,
less for religious reasons,
than cuz...

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When I was just a teenage lad, and growing up out west
I never wore a cowboy hat or fancy leather vests,
never put on cowboy boots or western shirts with snaps,
never wore tooled leather belts, much less a pair of chaps.

To be in style the Ivy...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind subservience.
Put on a happy face
and fetch me dinner.

Ever flickering nuances,
once...

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it was the week after Christmas,
the one when fate had granted me my fondest wish,.....
(a lustrous, ruby-red, Schwinn bicycle that sported a basket in the front, and a bell to ring.)

On that cold, late December night, I'll always remember how suddenly the sky was stained...

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