Sport Day Poems

Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R....

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by sun-kissed shoreline 
patiently I cast my line
waiting for a catch


Fishing was my family’s go-to, inexpensive recreational sport.  Many weekends were spent at the...

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What will this day bring - its gifts
of lingering sunshine & flower storms,
the thundering of xanthous hues,
bright beams of crimson and green…

What will this day...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher...

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Yo ho ho and a bottle of fun
Sailboat swirls into sight, carrying one.
He is looking at the dock, for his lady love
Seagulls, a frog, and...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part V

Just Smile
by Michael R. Burch

We'd like to think some angel smiling down
will watch him...

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The best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part IV

King Henry the Great
by Michael R. Burch

Long live the King! 
Send him victorious, 
happy and glorious,...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part III

For Jack Nicklaus, at the 1987 Open
by Michael R. Burch

When you were young
every putt...

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These are the best sports poems by Michael R. Burch, Part II

The Locker
by Michael R. Burch

All the dull hollow clamor has died
and what was contained,
removed,
reproved
adulation...

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Ali’s Song
by Michael R. Burch

They say that gold don’t tarnish. It ain’t so.
They say it has a wild, unearthly glow.
A man can be more beautiful,...

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The Earth could only watch what happened to the humans their final day
How…whether or not they believed in a God…they all looked to the sky...

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Cupid’s Winter sport
his spanking new quiver’s full 
his aim’s a bit low

Miss Mary’d be happy with dough
but shot by a bum with a bow.
She married...

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My day began by watching
As they read the victims’ names,
A somber sad reminder
Of an act that still inflames.

A bell was struck to mark the time
Each...

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He'd made the world, the flowers the trees,
invented weather, the rain and the breeze.
The fowls of the air, the fish in the sea,
the beasts of...

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Each day’s (we’re alive) one more leaf that has fallen
from tree (Fate’s collusion?), our edifice grown
with the help of light garnered from sources outside
of our...

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