Frisbee Poems - Poems about Frisbee

Lisa and I played a round of frisbee-disc golf today—let’s reminisce. I love the ‘live performance’ of sports, how you must physicalise discipline. You get this instant feedback that you have to own and lean hard into. The being present to adjust, the internalised mechanisms of performance—the ‘liveness’—is the most exciting thing about sports. And, of course, the...

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A crowded open space Green grass and trees all around People yelling and playing Im being thrown far into the air I glide far and high and I can see everything I fall back down towards the ground and then i'm caught I get thrown again and i glide through the air and again i can see all around I get caught...

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This Frisbee here turned upside down It never flew quite right Landing on a post and spinning round Like circus plates just out of flight It's edges all inverted Said a clown that caught the sight What happens when you flip it? Then it stopped just out if spite. Ringmaster waved it left and west Then to the east and took a bite He chipped...

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The man took me to the Dog Park, I think his name is Jim. He brought along a round thing, a disk made out of plastic. He put it close by my nose, so I sniffed it round the rim. I've sniffed vinyl many times, and didn't think it fantastic. Then Jim became animated. His eyes became alert. Then he...

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I have another long-ish piece - too long for here - called "thunderstorm" It's about a around of frisbee-golf cut short by a storm I know I could take things out - cut the piece to fit the brief "poem-section" limits - but then it's not what I wanted to say *shrug* Here's the URL: https://www.poetrysoup.com/short_stories/thunderstorm_9491 I...

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frisbee thrown high in the air leap of faith posted on March 11, 2019...

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Yesterday I was walking in the early morning fog When I stopped at the edge of a field to watch a man and his Frisbee dog. The man would throw his Frisbee east, west, north or south the dog would chase it, jump up in the air and catch it in his mouth. Next that dog would trot that...

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