See if there was an Olympic Games for drugs
Would the use of every drug be expected
All the MJ athletes still at the starting position
in an endless loops of yeah are you alright
72 hours after the gun went
Might have to call it a draw
Ever coke cola fans disqualified for false starts
That guy hit a satellite with a hammer
Pole vaulting changing its name
Someone in the long jump won the marathon
And now at the swimming one of the swimmers has turned into algae and is eating all the competition
But the judges are allowing it
Back to the basketball
Ron reporting
Nope he’s still not come down
Day 54
Back to the studio
Win gold
be bold
Long run
such fun
High jump
speed bump
Grand prize
all eyes
Close race
in chase
Drab match
I catch
Ground stroke
no joke
Tiebreak
heartache
Foot fault
must halt
Forehand
so grand
Deuce court
report
Drop shot
on spot
Backspin
just in
Closed stance
advance
First serve
hold nerve
All out
no doubt
Arm ball
your call
Back foot
well put
Feet sore
crowd roar
Pit stop
right flop
Air jacks
not lax
Catch fence
immense
Choose cone
in zone
Downforce
of course
Dry line
sounds fine
Black dot
so what
Box-kick
smart flick
Breakdown
don’t frown
Eight-man
staunch fan
Fend-off
not half
Fly half
big laugh
Five-eight
high rate
Foul play
no way
Free kick
quite slick
Full-back
don’t slack
Knock-on
now gone
Loose head
instead
Pop pass
first class
Red card
off guard
Set piece
they tease
Shoeing
booing
Touch judge
won’t budge
Midcourt
retort
High clear
hear hear
Backstroke
awoke
Duck-Dill
instil
Frontcrawl
your call
Grab start
look smart
Pull Buoy
alloy
Swim Down
don’t clown
FALl FLAVORS
Free fall of leaves on Fall.
Yellow dry leaves leave deciduous trees.
Fall flavors ! Abloom flowers.
Auburn Autumn to glow and blaze
Maple tree showing satin glaze erasing dryness.
Glossy leaf lamina on shimmering patina.
Breeze blowing to scatter leaves at random.
Pair of rabbits jumping in a pile of leaves.
Me lying supine on non mowed meadow
White cotton clouds floating slow above.
Collage of Sun and shadow playing
on furrow and on me.
Pair of reckless restless rabbits rushing, running,
jumping in a pile of leaves.
Me watching with lazy eyes:
Crazy rabbits are busy
to enjoy the game of long jump and high jump!
Me indolent to lie down enjoying Autumn environ.
09/21/22
Fall Flavors
I saw him standing on the limb and I wondered about his sanity.
The last time I had seen Green Bat Clock Man was on my vanity.
I’ll jump! He yelled to the crowd of robins gathered around to stare.
I watched him do an entirely crazy summersault high jump in the air.
He’s chained! Ted yelled; He’ll break his neck; fall in the inner cove!
The chain unraveled as if by magic as the Green Bat Clock man dove.
He’s a wizard one screamed as he landed on his well-endowed feet.
He’s a mystical clock, yelled my cousin Jeb, love child of Uncle Pete.
Green Bat Clock Man flew up to the limb and did it again and again.
What do you think of him? I asked my not-easy-to-please identical twin.
She sniffed. I think he’s still a show off, and not to my taste at all.
She was still angry that he had left her broken hearted in the fall.
The hottest sun hid under the dense cloud
A harbinger of mercy with tiny droplets of rain
All my worries are ploughed
and i am relieved of pain
The road to happiness has many bends
and some times i need a high jump
I am bestowed with the best of friends
To worries together we clump
The Darkness that scare me alot
and the danger that sometimes i pretend
With friends i make the best of plot
And i see the light in the end
the high Jump
Over the bay, I saw a rainbow dripping colours
into the turquoise water.
Nothing can be that beautiful I have seen it all
Jumped from the balcony but the terrace underneath
ours was bigger.
Nothing was broken the flat was empty except
for a Picasso painting and one by a man called Larsen,
concluded the people who lived there were Norwegian
I walked up the steps to my flat, let myself in
the rainbow was gone but on the surface of the water
I saw spilt diesel oil that often has a rainbow
colour but lacks beauty.
Where have you been, she said.
Nowhere really just jumping about a bit.
I remember all the humorous things we did
Peering into windows lit by lamps
Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog
Walking down from Redcar,sea so still
After Saltburn Pier, the cliffs high jump
I remember all the funny things we did
Wandering Whitby in a sea grey smog
Eating a pork pie cut into lumps
Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog
Old Hunstanton ,white sands where we’d sit
The wild spikes of the gorse spread out unclamped
I remember all the colours,scents and that
I feel the joy inside my heart is lit
Woe is leavened by old nature’s stamp
Climbing high then chased through mud by dogs
We see in shadows shades are not so stark
In Studland Bay astonished by skylarks
I remember all the humour and the love
Climbing cliffs then caught by geese and God
Jump up high, jump, don't come down
Fear nothing, smile, twirl and turn
Jump higher still, feel the sun burn
Don't come down, don't drown, don't drown
Lift your head, your eyes, see inside
See colours, fractals, see melody
Dance to music, hear deep, set free
Don't come down, don't drown, don't hide
Let it spread your growing unknown wings
Fly tornado, torrent, split the sky
Trample rainbows, close your eyes
Don't come down, don't hide, just zing
Just zing and zest, be wonderful and wild
Dance who you are, man, woman, child
***
February 14, 2017
Tall as they come, this man is 1 metre 85,
A basketball player inspired by the 2012s,
To compete in disability sport so to thrive,
At the high jump, his practice bookshelves.
Loughborough students encouraged him,
To work on his basketball leaps by trying,
To high jump. He was so taken, no whim,
With the London Paras, he was pertaining,
That he became a T44 athlete for team GB,
To qualify with PB of 2.06 at Bedford in May;
2013 also saw him in the IPC, Lyon to see,
Where he took silver, loosing to Poland, ok.
2014 IPC Europeans in Swansea, Wales,
And he got another PB with 2.15m, a WR,
Which would’ve won gold in London sails,
But he had to accept silver, Poland did bar.
Jonathan lives in Reading at the age of 28,
But was born in Colchester well fine, fair,
With a clubbed foot, a week right knee fate,
And muscular imbalance thru his body, lair.
I know he’s too small to reach but Popeye did it.
He has some friends you know, Peaches and Bandit.
You don’t know them because they just moved here,
but I heard them downstairs when I was nowhere near.
Peaches is a big Great Dane like our old dog Patton.
Bandit is a friend from our old house in Manhattan.
Popeye knew he needed Peaches to give him and Bandit a prop;
so he climbed the back of his friend and onto the counter top.
How did he get to the top of the fridge? That’s a cinch.
He’s been practicing his high jump to get every inch.
A small running start and Bandit was there to spring off his back.
Like a superhero Popeye soared and knocked down a snack.
I came down as soon as I heard the shatter of the cookie urn.
And don’t worry, I told his two friends they could never return!
5/5/2016
Tall Tales Contest - judged on 5/17/2016
When athletics have no consequence,
The long jump and high jump make no sense,
You can still leap ten feet,
Even hurdle a street,
If you lean on an electric fence.
I wish i had been a child fifty years ago
They had such wonderful games to play
Which their siblings used to know
But not played much in my day.
First with a skipping rope
Besides the normal skip
You could use it as a high jump
Jumping with a high backflip
Then comes spinning top and whip
Would chalk it with colours anew
As the top spun around
A pretty picture you could view
How about marbles
In the gutter you would play
Couldn't do that in my day
So many cars in the way.
Then there is mob,
What a strange name
For hiding til your found
Such a silly game
Then we get the naughty ones
Rat tat ginger is for sure
Cos you would knock and run away
Making some person answer the door
The list is endless
Bet some of you could name a few
How about card games
Stamp collecting too
But the best part were the streets
They were relatively secure
Children could go out to play
Parents didn't have continual fear.
Off to the park no adult in tow
Kids could be kids, use the swings
Slides, see saws and roundabouts,
Play rounders, football and other things.
Now they have playstations
Wii and X box too
What they lose is being in fresh air
With their pals, and being you.
Cat attack is always cat
Claw with their paw claw
Hissing with there hissing
Meowing a little meowing
Purring when purring
Jump and high jump
Fur every were is fur
Sneaking with quiet sneaking
Eyes that glow eyes
Ears that they move ears
Staring always looking staring
Pouncing to just pouncing
Eating food always eating
Growling when nearing growling
Sitting always every were sitting
Lying just to be lying
Satin white lily pads
cushion the high jump
performed by the three-legged frog.
Heated blaze bakes his fading green coat.
He leaps into his hot tub paradise.
Life is floating by.
A big grin and loud croak announce his pleasure.
What appears to be boredom for one set of eyes ,
is bliss for another.