Cricketers playing on the lawn
White figures on the grass
The rhapsody of ringing phones
Is heard as passers pass
It’s just the picture of a large
Idyllic sunny day
Uneven shadows on the marge
Are also in the play
No pawns to sacrifice for kings
No queens rampaging free
The game looks peaceful, so it brings
A sense of peace to me
What if I tell them how their play
I see – you’re out of mind,
Get real, man, to me they’ll say
Its not a pantomime
We’re two competing teams, we came
To win and not to lose
And that’s the purpose of the game
We play not to amuze
Some idle fools that hang around
Not knowing what to do
Come down on the solid ground
That should be good for you
Thanks for advice, I like your game
But honestly, for me
Both teams of yours look quite the same
I’d say, before I flee
So really, what’s the point to know
The aim, all tricks and rules
If they are setting on a show
That looks like peace for fools.
Categories:
cricketers, humor, peace, senses, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Hungry cricketers score more runs and take more wickets,
Hungry Doctors tend to make new medical breakthroughs'
Hungry children produce less waste,
Hungry people are more likely to come in out of the cold and join the fold,
Hungry worms make for better soil.
A hunger for friends as children mostly produces smart adults,
A hunger for bread forces more to bake,
A hunger for the truth produces more who are literate,
A hunger for perfection produces great tradespeople,
A hunger for success reduces the number on the benefit,
A hunger for acknowledgement gets more people out of the house,
A hunger for peace means less chance of war,
A hunger for good poems makes poetry soup taste better.
A thirst for knowledge is what sets Humans apart.
Categories:
cricketers, adventure, age, appreciation, art,
Form: Burlesque
When the sun goes down
She comes to town
Gazing all around
Yet no one has found
fireflies lit the darkest night
cry of cricketers in their hideouts,
break the silence at night.
Her hope chased every
Nook and corner
Her gaze sets on a shadow
Emerged between an ill-lit alley
They whispered to each other
Both souls met together
Laughter and groans
Echoed the darkest aisles
He bid farewell
Just with a coin
And a half a loaf of bread he had
She got mad and felt so sad for both
Toss the bread on her feeble mom’s plate
tears pouring down
Empty belly roaring
She retires to bed with a sob.
Categories:
cricketers, poverty,
Form: Free verse
April and the clocks forward spring,
our cricket practice gets in full swing.
Nets to untangle from their poles,
players to call and enrol.
Gang mowers to grease and oil,
the team kit-bag to disembroil.
Green stained pads to whiten bright,
fixture lists to expedite.
Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,
coax another season from my flannels.
Wash and iron the umpire's coats,
the score-box to creosote.
Tea urns to scour,crockery to rinse and clean..
a team captain's tasks routine,and unseen.
Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,
across this land in a timeless sport played for fun.
Categories:
cricketers, nostalgia, sports,
Form: Quatrain
april starts clocks forward spring
practice in full swing
nets untangled from their poles
players to contact & enroll
gang mowers greased&oiled
kit-bag dis-embroiled
grass-stained pads whitened bright
fixture list to expedite
fix sight-screen broken panels
coax another season from my flannels
spring-clean changing rooms dried with mud
re-lace boots& re-stud
wash& iron umpires coats
then score-box to creosote
tea-urns to scour crockey to clean
a captain's tasks routine unseen
dreams of 50's in the sun
games won by just one run
cricketers' good indifferent & unsung
this national game played just for fun
Categories:
cricketers, nostalgia, sports, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
underhand overs -
it's all over down under
weeping cricketers
© Gail Foster 31st March 2018
Categories:
cricketers, corruption, cry, humor, silly,
Form: Senryu
Hey Celebrity,How are you?
Waiting to have a cat with you alone..
You know what?? I'm in love with you!!
You seem to me,someone my very own!!
.
Know that,Girls say this to you daily..;(
But me...Don't compare me with them at all !!
Thinking about you all the time,who else will be me??
Feel proud when you hit that every ball!
.
Seeing your chats with girls on twitter..
Giving them replies,driving them crazy...
Makes me feel like i'm nowhere!!
Yet no reply to me,makes me dizzy!!
.
Don't know if you're my destiny or not..
But you'll be in my Prayers forever..
You are The Best of the lot!
Can forget myself,But you?? Never !!
.
May be you love someone else,may be not!
You'll come to me or I,we'll see ;)
You're the only worth I got!
One thing I make sure,You're not gonna get someone as good as ME!!
.
(NOTE-I've NOT written it about myself or my feelings,,Just for all those who love/like a celebrity..this one is for cricketers' lovers)
Categories:
cricketers, love,
Form: Rhyme
Oh do you dream of England,
when Spring is in the air?
The hum of bees on gentle breeze
is all that you will hear,
except for farmers, turning hay,
in meadows far and near;
their spotted, knotted handkerchiefs
tied over thinning hair.
With grass that's green, this rural scene,
broad skies, a blue veneer
and little children on a swing,
their laughter ringing clear.
Perhaps some croquet on a lawn,
or gentle, grazing deer.
Such lazy, hazy, daisey days
and tranquil atmosphere.
Alas! I live in England,
when Spring is in the air.
High winds will lash our Garden Fete
and blow down all the gear;
with poor bedraggled villagers,
from under brollies peer,
to find the Verger's spiked the Cup
with Continental beer!
The rain will cancel Parent's' Day
just like it did last year
and cricketers, in wellie boots,
prod wickets in despair.
For all our hopes and dreams, hard work,
I shed this bitter tear.
There has to be a finer place
and VERY far from here!
~
'SPRING' Contest for Carol Brown
Categories:
cricketers, seasons, spring, spring,
Form: Verse
April and the clocks forward spring,our cricket practice gets in full swing.Nets to
untangle from their poles,players to call and enrol.Gang mowers to grease and
oil,the team kit-bag to disembroil.Green stained pads to whiten bright,fixture lists
to expedite.Mend the sight screen's rickety panels,coax another season from my
flannels.Wash and iron the umpire's coats,the score-box to creosote.Tea urns to
scour,crockery to rinse and clean..a team captain's tasks routine,and
unseen.Cricketers good,indifferent,unsung,across this land in a timeless sport
played for fun.
Categories:
cricketers, seasons, sports,
Form: Prose Poetry