Bleachers Poems - Poems about Bleachers

We watched our neighbor, Ollie, play in his first official ’T’ ball game from our seats atop the bleachers…in the shade. It was a treat watching the innocent exuberance of children… before they have a clue as to how the game is played. With little heads swimming in big helmets they’d approach the ’T’ and when they finally hit the...

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a blind man led me to Vision where he pointed was a direction i never prepared myself for wisdom is not of sight but of mind, body, and spirit my shielded self was exposed picture perfect, AND I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT! a blind woman whispers in my ear seashell philosophy inspires me to have the urge for going of the many...

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Little Jonny returns with a brand-new toy. He’s back under the bleachers, this naughty little boy. He’s got a cattle prod that he has named King Tut. It’s fully charged and ready to zap someone in the butt. He looks front to back and side to side. He spots a plump quarter moon and smiles with pride. It’s little Susie’s Mom...

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Under the bleachers, I do declare. Some undergarments and underwear. All exposed with little fear. Will anyone see? It's not real clear. Little Johnny plots with rubber bands. While all these butts become his fans. These rubber bands, they soon will fly. Spectators will jump up for the sky. He strikes at will, the sting they bring. Both hands they cup, on buns they...

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The compact disc now adds full sound. Our mothers preach from all around. Explicit lyrics and songs of sin. We sneak in vodka, some rum and gin. KISS, The Crue and Guns N Roses. They play the gym, big hair now poses. I see my sweet across the stage. J Geils we dance, rage in the cage. The smell of hairspray and old...

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IBM UBM ICBM On the floor....

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LOVE UNDER THE HIGH SCHOOL BLEACHERS Some time ago, within a memory deep in my dark, and most forbidden past, when I recall your teaching only me, there in the dark--with love that could not last! Nor would we ever have such love today-- such great delight--but wicked from the start, 'tis in the past--and there must always stay, but just a...

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the man standing in front of a microphone asked me a question the question is would you rather be high, or a gibbering idiot for the rest of your days? consider life. i pondered this question i pondered it well i looked at the man in his navy blue...

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