Gridiron Poems - Poems about Gridiron

Pittsburgh, hammertown, Chuck Knoll and his boys established the best Superbowl Era dynasty with the "Steel Curtain" defense and the "Blonde Bomber" Bradshaw, a defense disciplined on shrapnel and elite ego, "Mean Joe Greene" and Jack Lambert, a compulsive punisher with no front teeth would rather be outlaws than losers on the turf of titles, Bradshaw, with his bodygaurd Mike Webster had...

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Mud and leather dirt and nerve bloodied laughter collision to serve, distance, drive and demolition battle axe ambition in the wild air muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall to fumble it means spleen infamy while intercepting it invokes Victory's voice, in the huddle a plan is revealed firmly by the Field General and the men...

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Summer's nearly over, Fall's around the bend; Fire up the family grill, Football's back again! Call up Uncle Benny, Bring Aunt Lucy too; Don't forget the "doggies", We've got lots of brew! Popcorn's on the table, Burgers on the bun; "SHUT UP EVERYBODY!!" The game's just begun! Grandpa's on the sofa, Fiddlin' with his crotch; Grandma's in limbo, Staring at her watch! Benny's passin' gas, Aunt Lucy's joining in; We make a hasty...

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Gridiron gods Pacing in emerald-floored coliseums Waking wounded warriors Painted on sacred Sunday mornings Grizzled generals Directing drives of galloping glory Battering bastions of blitzkrieg behemoths Crouched in jagged lanes of motoring backs Electric crowds Struck by flashes of dazzling receptions Lightning bolts intercepted mid-sky Abruptly grounded by crackling hits Fourth quarter Goal line knuckles and sacked ribs Ruptured faces oozing pigskin sweat As...

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You are in the lights, Parents in the stands. Is this your night? Well, that depends. You are the star, Everybody needs you. You did your part, But now you're black and blue. It's not coming back, You have to let it go. You get so much flack Because they just don't know. You can't go on. You feel so horrible. It's hard to be done. You...

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