Football Betrayal Poems

Hugged her from behind
She wore red lipstick number 9 
Or was it plum?
I don’t know anymore
But I know her eyes
She was someone
So much better than...

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I never knew how to play hide and seek,
Just like that l never knew how to play hard to get,
If l want you, l would...

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Walking in the grass,                     ...

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The round ball

 I´m stunned
by the fanatics of football
One country is in deep mourning
the winning country is jubilant.
This sport has become big business
A battle of...

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The past are memories 
 Going back to my old house in Algarve was a sad affair,
 we took the old road it is a...

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This poem was inspired by one of my all time favorite motion picture classics, particularly the 1939 (the 1st) edition, in good old black ad...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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One More

Raise the curtain, 
I am ready. 
Let's write and read together, 
for hours without end. 
Dressing up in costumes, 
singing crazy shanties, 
or Round...

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Bigger than YOU Think

The internet, 
is large... indeed. 
It starts here and never ends. 
It just starts over somewhere else. 

In the beginning AOL, 
time...

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Go Football!

Hope is undefeated.
Faith is the cheering section
Joy is playing together.
God is everything.
Jesus is Savior, also Our Quarterback.
The Mighty Holy Spirit with us even now....

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Happy

Sunday dishes, 
done by hand. 
The washer put to rest. 

No football, yes that is what I said. (But I have it backed up for...

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Adult

When I was little, 
I was taught ABC, 123.
Then school…
Boys here, Girls there!
Here, there!
Who cares?

Jr. High was loads of fun,
Too scared in my middle.
Popularity, social...

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Written By:  D. Collins 2/4/2019


An inferior team who had no right to be there.
Got to a Superbowl by means completely unfair.
Call it a New...

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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? ...

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The victim list keeps growing

But no one really cares

The gristmill claims another one

Keep your hands in and don't stare

Hollywood is the golden land

The eternal silver...

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