As the bright colors of the fall darken
and the rain and the wind hearken.
Drop of leaves from the tree greatly increases
while the temperature of the air decreases.
And while many days are tempered and dry,
rainy days leave me needing to sigh.
Trees still boasting colors are now half bare,
still causing humans to come and stare.
Leaves pile up in yards so brown
children jumping in with gleeful screams all around.
Halloween has come and gone astray.
November is now here let's be thankful before it goes away.
Apple and pumpkin pie smells fill up the air
spirits are happy and people share.
November has Thanksgiving the kickoff to a holiday season bright,
it has everyone looking forward to Christmas and New Year's delight.
November Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
11/05/2022
Tomorrow we overslept
today kickoff offering me
only such big mess as is
A daytime in Madrid
Gray sky overhead
The mist forms rows
Eyeing, hesitating
As spectators in a field
Hovering for kickoff
Masses of zealots
Shining bands of fans
In the style of a royal army
The sound of shoes trampling
Moving to a specific ground
Hovering for kickoff
The reals of Madrid are tough
They defy tooth and claw
The adrenaline level is rising
Blood of steel ran in their veins
Artistic knives are at the ready
They hurt the stadium
The reds of England look anxious.
To do this, a hero must be called.
A savior in times of peril.
A leader to rally the troops.
A Liverpool that flips the tides.
Halftime is near
Relief for the Spanish is near
But there is a last terror spell
One final shot towards glory
A clip-on their lips
A blow on the Reals' souls
The fate of our heroes is unsure.
What lies next for the Reds?
But one thing is certain.
They seek victory.
Will they master the chaos of war?
Written: June 2, 2022
A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
playfully up close and personal
tingling joyfully on my skin today
warm and toasty the frisky sun
behind me wintry months of frost
no matter what claims my calendar
unofficially it’s the first day of spring
with gleeful sounds of melting snow
melodious and enchanting to my ears
how disappointing to see the sun
toward cooled horizons slowing sink
dampening any delusion of hope
for a premature springtime kickoff
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Posted on February 16, 2018
From the horizon will rise conflicts and progress
The later is better than the former in rebuilding
The fallen walls of the grand citadel amidst grass
To stand anew that tardy root that out shooting
In zealous nous to shelter its grandson's prospect
And to strain the form Fig that stood before, hops
To branch broadly and vastness follow to protect
Govern, nature, reserve the lost and found hopes
Of both the comrade and us born in the free doom.
let not the new dispensation hallow deviation only
On scripts and manifestos, Practicality off doom
Is the plea seek from the gifted by Appollo solely.
If then the my poetry tells no lie, I be glad too, and
The brwal which spelt ceaseless at the kickoff end.
Like art, religion is subjective,
beauty in eyes of those obliged
followers experience aesthetics
within their own realms of rapture,
differing philosophies kickoff wars
amidst myriads of gods to choose,
merely beholden beyond spiritually
wholly invested belief in one true entity
inasmuch as thy brethren's blood is shed in
the name of an all-consuming omnipotence
If you go to Villa Park
You'll be in for a lark.
From kickoff the opposition will look on fire
But that is because Villa are so dire.
The goals go in one two three four
By halftime it could end as a cricket score.
The Villa fans slide down in their seat
Knowing they are heading for another defeat.
Thinking there is no inspiration
And heading closer to relegation
Twenty minutes to go the fans head for home
They have to face work with no safety zone.
But don't expect me to take pity
Because I support Leicester City.
Haiku version
Sad Villa fans. Cry
Relegation looms. Bottom.
Leicester fans smile. Top.
was hurt, by someone I love.
I was denied, by one I ought to trust.
I was crazy, due to his ways of life, which was wrong.
I was Casted and blame, all in the name of his faults.
I was left in a bleeding heart,
No one to talk to, all having a stoney heart.
I kickoff ma race, in determination that pays.
Till the time come again...
Will I hurt someone I should love, because of his attitude n pain???
I was left in thoughts, and in trace.
heaven knows we need more competition
I say we move to hell and give it a makeover
we kick out the devil
and hang up our “new management under” sign
we replace fire and brimstone
with never ending happy hour
we invite all the angels and saints
to our nightly hell raising celebrity kickoff party
finally, we put little green bouncers at the gates
and make everyone wait a lifetime
Rattling and clanking
Starting after the November thermostat click.
I love the smell of the house
When my dad would first turn on the furnace
For the winter.
It is a fungus-growing-on-rotting-tree smell,
Something slightly burning.
Soon to follow: the counters covered
In Chex and pretzel sticks and mixed nuts
On greasy paper towels,
I love the smell of the kitchen
When my mom practices grandma’s old recipes
For the holidays.
It is a hot-water-hitting-cocoa-mix smell,
Something to come inside to from the Spearmint cold.
Then: relatives visit from down the street
And down in Texas, all smelling
The same scents of my home
And happily intruding with their cigarette-and-leather
Or Coors Light-and-cologne smell in my life,
Rattling and clanking.
Sitting on the clouds
I feel like flying
Above strawberry fields
I feel like crying
Some feelings I got
Something big is about to happen
Blowin over the heirs
Just to get to the kickoff
Like a magician
Flipin cards
Disappearing when the fields come
Everybody knows
This is survival of the fittest
The symbol delta means change
Monroe, LA was the kickoff place
For Delta Airlines and Monroe, LA
Kicked it off to Atlanta, GA. Isn't
That deranged? And we wonder
Why we never had and/or lost
Economic growth.
Well in 1942, before I was born,
The people of Monroe told Delta,
So long goodbye take a long flight,
To Atlanta, GA. Well that is what
Monroe,LA does to potential workers,
So long farewell, go to Dallas, TX,
Houston, TX, Atlanta, GA, and other
Parts of the country or the state.
1942 marks the beginning of shame
To this city's name. They kicked out
Delta, me, classmates, and family,
Because they don't want change,
And keep most people in leadership
Here who are backwards, selfish,
And don't want change.
They kicked out Delta because
They don't want Monroe to grow.
Now the economy goes from
Sluggish to not moving anymore
Because they kicked Delta
Along with me and many other
Clean out the door.
wrote 12-5-10
< let's get ready for some football ..... Ya !
Eagles verses da ..... Bears Well ... then Hey !
Here's kickoff ~ by da ....... Bears
Ohhhhhhhh ! fell off .... T ..... Unfair
Second ..... blocked ..... Eagles 7 - Nay !
Entry For
Linda Marie's
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All
Tribute To Football
Unmotivated,
I’d dropped my creative side
on the kickoff line
until I picked it up at halftime.
Fumbling,
I now use things I know little about
to explain things I know even less
about life.
Touchdown when I get it right!
For Nathan's
short poems Poetry Contest
We
gather
in towns
we congregate
in famous squares.
We are the new menace
and we have chosen now
to gather in this crumbling place.
For this is the year of the rabbit, a glorious season,
a marvelous kingdom to tear asunder, to rip from time.
By my eyes I swear that we will march with fire from the left,
we will carry savage arms and drive the five percent feudalists fom our lands.
And now is the time, now we have our chance. We're just waiting for the herald,
just waiting for the kickoff, just waiting for you, the bullet, the nightcap and the noose.
by hook or by crook, by buckshot or book we'll seize from them the freedom that they took.
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