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Details | Rhyme |

Forever Blowing Bubbles

Forever blowing bubbles

my step it softens firmly
Firmly to the ground
'please mind the gap'
a tannoy over head 
it sounds

people talking on the phone
children I hear screeching
trains thundering past
a religious preacher preaching

security watching passengers
ticket barriers beeping
the background sound
of  the underground
a cleaner casually sweeping

exiting the crowded station
to the sound of beautiful music
a guitar, a blanket and a dog
a voice so therapeutic 

my eyes are met with a sea of colour
the rich colour of claret and blue
supporters chanting 'IRONS
our passion so dedicated and true

we walk the long concrete path
that leads us to our home

the home of our club
the home of passion
our beautiful perfect dome

the smell of food stalls fills the air
excitement and nerves 
as we venture near

entering the stadium
looking for our stand
seat numbers and tickets
still held in our hand

charged and nervous
and soaking in the atmosphere
butterflies whirling in your belly
settle that with a pint of beer 

I'm forever blowing bubbles
ringing through the speakers
the fans roar loudly
we sing proudly
we're no glory seekers

our blood runs claret 
our veins run blue
Westham United
through and through..

Details | Free verse |

Football

Two opposing warring factions, meet upon the AstroTurf
Battlefield, in the sporting arena of Victory or agony’s defeated,
Warriors of the pigs skinned javelin, tackle each other at the
White lines of collisions honor, marked by the numbered banners
Of the fifty yard kick off point, yielding unto the pillars of the
Goal post of champions!
In the heat of battle these heroes of gladiatorial games, called
The NFL, thrill and chill their fans to the inner bones of the
True sportsman living within all us, born in this great nation,
Known as the U.S.A.
In this victorious field of dreams, no illusionary visions exist,
For these powerhouse gentlemen, gain each footings sacred
Ground by athletic skill and sheer raw brawn!
 To the meek goes the booing of the fumble, to the strong
The million dollar playoff championship, cheered on by their
Ever loyal crowds of adoring fans, whom are enthroned by
This sport of endurance and strength of will!
In this modern coliseum of champions, no touch down goes
 Without a standing ovation, or Styrofoam’s thumps up signal
Of approval, in these concrete surroundings this is truly a time
Honored sport of traditions, to be remembered in the
 Historical records of the future as a classical game, 
To challenge the strongest of athletes!
Golden are the rings given as victory’s insignias, 
But in the hearts of the players and their loyal fans,
The price of the championship game is worth the cost
Of every single ounce of sweat and exaggeration, shown
On this epic field of battle!
As the crowds roar, with excitements thrilling kick offs
Point of the triumphant, field goal point scoring, their
Human wave of appreciation, is set at the release level
Of thousands! 
In the homes of America the volume levels of the cheering
Is off the ratio scales charts, as chairs go flying backwards,
And Bowls of snacks explode everywhere, for the winning
Play has just been committed, and the championship team
Takes the final center field of the victorious!
Hurray for the great sport known as football,
The American sport of champions has again earned
Another season of splendor in the turf war of victories,
Behold our favorite pastime, may this pigskin colors never fade,
As our flag shall forever wave, for this is truly the great
American sport of athletic skill personified! 

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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