January Football Poems

Football, for long a game of kicks, 
To viewers oft of bare fists, bricks,
At times a show of gun,
At others filled with fun,
But now more...

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I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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A short stout figure in the forward line of attack,
controlled with skill the darting ball on the green turf. 
With the magnetic pair of magical...

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*Image of John Madden by Oakland News Now.

John Madden RIP

As an offensive linesman forms profession,
Complimenting Raiders pro football coach,
Relating coaching and playing no question,
At every...

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I was reading by a lamp,                                       ...

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THEY MADE ME FALL IN LOVE WITH CHELSEA

Color blue...
Dan Petrescu...
Capi Dennis Wise,
UEFA the biggest price,
Celestine Babayaro,
Still remember him like tomorrow.
Zola definitely lure me
As honey attracts...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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January 1, 2020, what do I see.                  ...

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Resolutions each January I feel I must do.                 ...

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Time to get breakfast to start this
day.
With a piña colada shake and I am 
off~riding on my Poetry Highway.

Ah! Add fresh California orange
slices to this...

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A bit flaky and distracted due to some muddle
I missed that all important first huddle

When the gameplan is borne of commotion
It’s hard to be regarded...

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GO BLUE!!
University of Michigan Football- Into The Blue Contest


Labor Day comes it's college football season
     my family has been waiting all...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Super Sunday
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015


When
thousands
of
balloons,

float 
from the
ceiling -

When
the last

confetti 
falls -

What then?

When 
the
ROAR!

from
the crowd 
goes
silent -

When
the clock

ticks away
the 
game -

What then?

When
the Lombardi
trophy 
is
presented,

to
the best 
team

that won -

When
all 
the hoopla

with 

all 
the hype

have
left the
building -

Another
football season
is
done -

What...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Tailgate Party
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015


It's my 
tailgate party

you're welcome 
to come -

Music's blasting,
and
We
Popp'in 
Champagne,

around
a hot

Webber Grill
In the 
parking lot -

Got my 
game day apron 
on,

Cook'n:

Oak wood Q'd
Baby Back 
Ribs,

Slow grilled 
and
smoked....

Brushed
in 
Sweet...

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Whatcha gonna do if’n Famous Jameis goes pro?
‘tain’t nottin ya can do ‘bout it, Coach Jimbo
Dontcha know, da freshman Heisman winner’s caught da eye
Even da...

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