Sport Family Poems

A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born
that grows to flame
It was conceived to break the chains that plague
the line &...

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I watched Ava’s soccer game the other day 
and amidst the excitement…the applause…the cheers
I realized I’ve been watching our children and grandchildren play soccer…for over...

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nobody sees you the way I do
in your wheelchair
with your unopenable arms
where everything crashes to a gray twisted landscape

my brother
alpha male
of demon strut clashes
in our...

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Oh, you will go far beyond the stars,
It is a spectacular thing to see a young  adolescent blossoming into the incredible soul that she...

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Being privileged to have known scores of
Americans known as 'the greatest generation',
I attest to the reality of their greatness.

Herein, greatness will not reference those who...

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The quiet brings introspection - emotions contained…those of excitement, roll-up-the sleeves, the dejection, beliefs. The empty room filled with holiday assortment. A shame to shape...

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Reflection - The Fragrance of Grace

Mail order catalogs seem to have the ability to procreate in my mailbox.  Just when I think I have...

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Courtesy the mighty Amazon successful deliverance reported...

Regarding unexpected Gadshill gift
(as if delivered from Magi)
tamper proof wrapped,
thus an obligation goads me
to communicate following
trademarked™ poetically apt
reasonable rhyme...

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8 Nov 2020  9:37 Am

Television to get my vision internet to see revision
Radio to set the pace and off to work and run the...

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A true story:

Boarded our boat, four of us — one was Gilligan. Map in hand, did we understand?  Enough to sail to the jewelry...

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Ya boo and fiddlesticks
to the thorns of life and all that pricks.
Ya boo, too, ye  plutocrats
who treat the rest like worthless rats.
Fiddlesticks to ...

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This is what they used to do,
Grandpa's made their own rules,
Sit on verandah on sunny morn,
Read the sport, paper at dawn,
Then to read the obituaries,
Ensure...

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A Modern Cinquain


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Yesterday the sun rose slowly
Over the lake glimmering glistening, quietly,
The calm wind took a wink at the blue jay softly
Flying over the fragrant pine trees...

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Don't call me by Rudia or Entland !
The Nile , Amazon and Ganga are all 
Are all my tears, that you see on your sand.
My...

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