Thank you, Wind, for sitting with me -
A most uncommon interviewee.
Glad to help, won't you take good notes,
So that you may avoid misquotes?
Sure, I think that would be a crime.
Tell our readers how you spend time.
I love to travel everywhere,
So many places I move the air.
I have pushed ships across the sea
To new lands of opportunity.
I caress folks' faces and skin.
So they feel good outside and in.
I convey smells of fresh baked bread,
Jasmine flowers and roses, red,
The happy shouts of kids at play,
And singing birds to start the day.
Do you ever find that you get bored?
Are there more pastimes you've explored?
I make ladies' hair come undone.
I swiftly rustle skirts for fun.
I blow a hat off of a head.
I'll make a field goal miss instead.
Sometimes, when I get furious,
I'm a cyclone, injurious.
Thanks Wind, I've enjoyed our meeting.
This will be engaging reading.
And so, the interview ended.
Notes on which the piece depended,
Placed on the cafe table, unbound,
Were blown here, there, and all around,
As the interviewer was taught,
The Wind's a guy who can't be caught.
He tried to kick a field goal
It curved and hit the goal pole
He fell to the ground
And roll all around
Then realized he'd lost all control
We made another touchdown
Without a penalty
As children on the playground
Full of amenity
You made it to the zone
Again without a flag
We act the same when grown
In formation zig zag
Now we're at the field goal line
No fumble in our grasp
Stay inside the sideline
Three points again I gasp
Failure is with us every day
telling us to go for it on fourth and one;
more and more that’s done;
we listen to failure smiling cynically
as he whispers temptations in our ears.
You’d recognize the guy,
You’ve seen him lingering near,
first cousin to Mayhem on TV,
there’s a strong family resemblance.
But forewarnings don’t enhance
self-protective good sense
for the lot of us hooked on football games
as we urge our favorites on
to one more squeeky win
as the clock runs down to zero zed.
It’s just the same with soccer fans.
C’mon man! What more do you need
to recognize Failure’s hold?
You saw the game: that field goal
that hit the pole and then bounced off
the crossbar inches short of a score
was Failure giving us, all of us, the finger.
So now you’re an Eagle fan?
Take heed, man, Failure will linger.
Can downed Eagles hibernate? Bears can!
FATE'S FOOTFALLS
I'm on the thirty-five yard line
theball is in my hand
But I trip and fumble first down
I got a job now suddenly I'm fired
this must be my call
I'm then tackled it's...fates footfalls
I'm running for my life
Seems like I'm forever being chased
By life misfortune trying to reach the line of scrimmage
Recieving down yhe field of life to be the winner
Even a field goal would mean much
Running past defensive tackles
What's the matter life's trying stop my touchdowns
But I run on firm and strong
gonna past those gaols for a touch down
All this bring it on, I'm gonna make it through lifes game
Gonna win that Superbowl ring
And I won't be tackled by fates footfalls
03/7/18
For Contest: FATE'S FOOTFALLS
Sponsored by: JOHN LAWLESS
©2018
Football here; Sunday drumm'ng 'n forthcom'ng
Woe' the snap, the fans are humm'ng
Bluff to the right, tail off, fade back
Excitement in frenzy air - yak-i-tee-yak!
Uh-uh, side step - whack, smack, sack!
Wit roars 'n rah-rah sounds
Bravo fans yell'ng 'n scream'ng like wolfhounds
Da' ground rumbl'ng, wit' brave cavaliers
With screech'ng hip-hip cheers in all nearby ears
Missed field goal attempt...gone, it veers!
Fall downs like missiles on the grid-iron bounds
Among crash'ng ka bam ka boom sounds!
In the grass 'n field you see: helmets on head, muscle forearms
Pat on back, growl'ng, defiant glares, end-zone dance charms
The tough, proud, brave competitors wit' crossed arms
Yes, this is football 'n how it's played
Whence the ball to throw, hustle past the goal
In a battalion, forth they go in da' battlefield
Us got protection. Us got a receiver - open downfield
Hail Mary! Here we go, out on our shield
hit or miss
kicker's fist
between the goal post
win given a toast
miss brings sadness
and thought of less
a field goal
is your toll
for a kicker's life
sharper than a knife
Poems for Meaningful Purposes
If my many poems were like little pills
How and which ones could cure all ills
For problems become a big solution
Filter air to find all of the pollution.
Make things rest easy along with mind
Provide food when you wine and dine
Poems as costume worn on Halloween
Become a beautiful mountainous scene.
Poem being punt in great football game
Comfort when field goal missed, such a shame
Wheels going around when you ride a bike
Tasty meal after having been on a hike.
Poem was being played by band in a parade
And in siren of a vehicle coming to our aid
Read at inauguration of a new President
Gun control policy receiving your consent.
Poems for meaningful purposes seem to be
And all of mine have written magnificently
Finally came to a conclusion the other night
Write one for myself maybe I just might.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Two seconds left
Field goal will win game
Will he kick it twixt posts?
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Feeling strong each day/ like a injury going great/
i change thee ways of life/ but has that swagg all night/
inside the muscle continues to form into a strong force /
building muscle like a body builder benching 300 weight plate/
the arms stay growing each second/ heart pumps each second thee punches
go's each second with a blow/ the legz gone strong /
good enough to kick in a door or/ produce a field goal score/
the mind needs to work all the time/ feed it knowledge as u feed that gut we have/
how choose to retrieve knowledge of good or bad/ a path of bad can gain/
sadness confuse and wackness/ shall we go on good ways/ we make
a better place of thoughts happiness/
which gains bigger rewards and bigger goals / we even may win a Superbowl/
the last times of the insides gotta keep it going for the long ride.....
Just like football I am trying to reach the goal
Zigzagging down the field of life to keep from getting bowled
It is first down in the morning as that whistle rocks my head
Just a little button hook to get me out of bed
I am tackled within three steps as my son bursts through the door
His sister went long with his mobile phone to even up the score
I coach them how to play together, not to scream and shout
Both are yanked from the game for a personal time out
At ten AM in the second quarter I think I am gaining ground
The dog intercepts a pass by the cat to turn the game around
Racing out the patio door that dog and cat did mesh
It cost the dog a bout in his cage for unnecessary roughness
Halftime brings the team together to analyze performance
After lunch we play again to make good a second chance
The clock winds down with end zone in sight, dinner takes a tumble
An audible I had to call because the cake I fumbled
And finally in quarter four, the game down to the wire
A revelation that no one else could manage this empire
Though touchdowns are sweet in life, one thing I came to know
Sometimes to win the game at hand you only need a field goal
Time ran out, winner’s fans took to the field
But a ref pushed them back; forced them to yield
A flag had been thrown
And how fans did grown
A field goal was kicked; victory repealed
This actually happened in one of the football games I saw
last year.
Yellin'
Screamin'
Shoutin' out your lungs!
It's the time of year when eveyone's
havin' football fun!
They throw the ball,
the crowd goes wild,
the players all run,
while the sideliners,
are jumpin' in their team's colors!
They tackle the wrong guy,
While the other guy flies by!
He falls on the zone,
He did it on his own,
The team screams, runs on the field,
and thank goodness the stands are made of steel.
The crazies' run on the field, painted all over,
the boa's, the wigs,the goofieballness,
TWEET!
The ref is glad that they've had their fun, but the day has a setting sun!
The crowd moves off, and they pray.....
The kick the field goal.........
HE MADE IT!!!
HORRRAAHHHHHHH!!!!!
Yellin'
Screamin'
Shoutin' out your lungs!
It's the time of year when eveyone's
havin' football fun!