When playing basketball
being tall is best it's thought
but that's not all
wearing saggy baggy shorts on the court
needs keen hand-eye coordination
plus being fleet of foot
and have no quibble with dunk or dribble
if through the hoop a Wilson you wish to put.
As for American football
boring from the sideline I find
it's more talk less action
namby-pamby as opposed to rugby
which is wilder less calmer
and without all the body armour
now there's a game with some traction.
America's pastime baseball
is another matter
whether pitcher or batter
with Rawlings or Slugger
when on the mound I have found
unlike soccer or rugger
before a ball the hurler throws
and the pitch is hit or caught with a mitt
first rearrange the private parts in public
twitch the cap and then spit.
She lay in his arms
listening to his heart
knowing forever
they’d never part
Not time nor death
will destroy their love
souls now synced
below and above
Rhythms do flow
hearts become one
now so connected
and won’t be undone
She feels him deep
he feels her more
a cosmic slam dunk
the perfect score
tethered forever
throughout all of time
bodies in tune
with poetry & rhyme.
Fred had a huge sore appear on his head
Feeling itchy, he scratched until it bled
He risked looking like a fool
And dunked his head in the pool
Then gasped at the huge tick floating he shed
Although I'm in a grim never ending funk,
Rising like the Phoenix will be a slam dunk.
I want to free myself of the sadness,
Rise above all the noise and the madness.
My goal is soar above the galaxy and stars,
no longer a prisoner behind invisible bars.
If I don't shake off this profound abyss,
I will in turn forfeit a life of pure bliss.
Mickey ran and jumped and made a slam-dunk
Minnie Mouse, Donald, and Daisy Duck cheer
Double dribbling on Pepé Le Pew the skunk
He lost the ball to other team was clear
Minnie Mouse, Donald, and Daisy Duck cheer
Mickey dribbling fast put it through his legs
He lost the ball to other team was clear
In hushed prayer he kneels on his forelegs
Mickey dribbling fast put it through his legs
Double dribbling on Pepé Le Pew the skunk
In hush prayer he kneels on his forelegs
Mickey ran and jumped and made a slam-dunk
7/15/2021
Pantoum Rhyme
DRUNKEN ART DUNK (D.A.D)
THEY DO THEM, I DO ME.
They dunk!
Am art-drunk!!
They leap!
My art endowments are ocean drip!
They slam it..!
Am artistically jamming!!!
Some ball watching!
Am balling & rushing.
THEY DO THEM, I DO ME!
Art by: VickManuelArt (VMA)
VickWizzy
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
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D-unk
E-vent's
R-emarkable
R-esult
I-nstalls
C-ompetition's
K-ing
J-ust
O-fficially
N-ewscasting
E-xceptional
S-lam
Topic: 2020 NBA All -star Game (Slam Dunk Contest Champion)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Does anyone have the slightest clue ?
Exactly what the hell is going on ?
And if you do ?
Can you please lend me some money ?
Because i have a ton of bills to pay
And i am self-employed
So no work ,
No pay
And i'm not even sick ?
Unless you count ?
Totally and utterly
Sick to death of all of this
I thought i had seen everything before
I thought i knew the world before
But now i am not so sure
To one, pure-heart of love,
Worldly wisdom is vain;
Him, whom pride fails to move,
All honour seems so feign.
When easy 'tis to swim,
And harder to get sunk,
In such a pure life-stream,
A dip in Ganges' dunk.
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This is translation of a muktak (a type of quatrain) in Gujarati by Prabhulal Dwivedi, transliteration of the original as under:
hrdayna shuddha premine nigamnan jñyana ochan che,
na parava manani to ye badhan sanmana ochan che,
tari javun bahu sahelun che, mushkil dubavun jemane,
ai nirmal ras-saritathi ganga snana ochan che.
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Translation |07.01.14 |
Amazeballs
Backhanded
Calibration
AP: 2nd place 2020
Submitted on February 19, 2019 for contest A THREE WORD POEM sponsored by BOBBY MAY - RANKED 2ND
Not drunk is he, who lays on the floor
can't rise alone, but still drinks more;
But drunk he is, Who lies,
Without the power to drink or rise to stand.
There once was a poetry called SLAM
Driven to the depths and damned
Is it akin to converse
This SLAM, or is it Verse
Frankly my dear, "I don't give a damn"
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/humour-2.php
I suppose that I'll never understand
Why one would pen slam for foe or friend
If writing slam is one's bent
Be gracious in how you vent
It may come back to bite you in the end
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Honorable Mention in Carolyn Devonshire's "Anti Slam Limericks" Contest - July 2010
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