Best Sportsmen Poems

I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their families
Where their children ran freely
While red-tailed foxes sneaked softly
Through the...

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Above the clouds are buffalo aplenty
Shot by whites as Native Americans cried
The tribes made use of all portions of their prey
European settlers only sought their hides

Palin bragged of killing moose as a young child
Did this tough meat truly feed her family
Perhaps their heads were displayed...

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I volunteered for service in the RAF in early 1942,
When I’d just become 18 and got three shillings a day;
I became a Wireless Operator/Air Gunner right through,
And was then sent home to await training, the array.

I was called for duty in August ’42 as a...

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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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childhood innocence
freedom to roam natures way,
Galactic image.


Another day, adventures sought, friends to meet,
rise at five,  sun just rising, head for the fields,
long day ahead, dog by my side, decisions to make,
camping in the hills or den making in the woods,
fishing in the stream, brook...

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No, my mother Atheist said,
Long live cricket, God is dead,
Debbie Downer's Nihilist thoughts,
Total negativity she taught,
This is Debbie Downer' doormat daughter,
Saturday sportsmen off to the slaughter,
Yes, God is dead,
Long live extreme sports,
That's what negative Norma said....

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Of a distant land I ponder.
Of a country torn asunder.
Of Zimbabwe ne'er forgotten -
Where the life has turned so rotten.
Ah it tugs my heartstrings so -
This much loved land so full of woe.

In my dreams I walk in bushland.
Glimpse stealthy leopard stalk at night.
And I...

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If it were only me, I will be doing anyhow
Nobody would have been there to challenge me now

Now I look back into the face of the future,
What I see, golden grains, people of peasant pictures;

Red roses rooted in the soils of 29th August,
Some still sailing...

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The Liquor Bottle
       
     Conical at the top beautiful sides offers it support
     Like a forest of oak trees in a bar, beautiful patterns they create
     The...

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Why do careless and heartless people abuse both animals and children?  I would like to think one reason is purely ignorance.  They simply do not have the knowledge and/or financial ability to care for them.  Puppy mills should be made illegal, and...

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Jealous, Jealous, Jealous

The swiftness of the Vessa just killed me, 
That speed and the grandeur of the seat, 
The frame’s shine and the four wheels free, 
The maroon leather upholstery neat. 

The diagonal pattern on the seat and back, 
Which made diamond shapes all over,...

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A Games Maker at London’s Paralympics 2012, 
Stephanie used to be a competitor able-bodied, 
In the Great Britain team, mind on the Olympics, 
Even tho’ since 11 her eyes were bad, crummier.

One day when she was training in a 50m sprint,
She felt a sharp, sudden...

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What is this idea of excellence
Where “Good enough” just can’t stay? 
What is it in man that makes us plan
To strive deeper inside each day?

What secret whisper abides within
Drawing us to mountain peaks
Transcending possibilities  
And incomprehensible human strength?

What the early Greeks once called arate’
A...

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Welcome winter month into my little haven of dreams and joy 
your rouge cheeks and your fresh air kisses will do us all good 
Let me worship in your ice rink of fun and chatter with my friends 
while I sip on cocoa from a...

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With the world cup fever on and Lagaan 2015 pitching in,
Let’s get to the pitch and taste those 22 yards,
Though we don’t have Jumani’s prediction from the numbers and the cards,
Still nerds can be sportsmen and sportsmen can be nerds.

They say laughing is great for...

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