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Harry was born on the 20th June 1994,
And is a wheelchair basketball player,
Who at the 2012 Paras was the barer,
Of the Paralympic Flag, he went afore.
He’s a 2.5 player and his team’s won,
Many Championships, World and Euro,
In 2011, in Nazareth with much folio,
They won the gold to themselves sun.
2013 at the European Championships,
Harry and the team won another gold,
And 2014 at the World Champs polled,
They finished in 7th place for swift hips.
2015, the European Championships,
And the GBR men’s senior team zesty,
Won another bright gold medal shiny,
With third consecutive Euro title, strips.
Rio, and GBR made the bronze match,
Where they competed against Turkey,
After normal time it was tied, a lea,
But then GBR secured a 82-76 catch.
Ade is a 2.5 wheelchair basketball player,
Who was born in Lagos in Nigeria in 1978,
His home town is Liverpool, a Mersey sayer,
In Spain club BSR Amiab Albacete is a date.
He lives partly in London, joined the Bullets,
And he’s travelled with the sport worldwide,
German, Italian, Israeli and South Korean sets,
Sunshine is his normality to love and abide.
In 2003 at the Europeans in Sassari in Italy,
Ade and his basketball team won the bronze,
And in 2005 at more Europeans, Paris’s sway,
The GB squad came second with silver cons.
Then in 2007 at the World Champs, Germany,
A silver was wrought, and in Beijing in 2008,
TeamGB won a bronze to the podium occupy,
And in 2011 a gold fell, Isreali Euro freight.
2013 and TeamGB won the Euros, Frankfurt,
2015 they won another Euro gold, Worcester,
So in 2016 at Rio Ade contributed to support,
His team to add a bronze to this large cluster.
Ade was jailed by Liverpool Crown Court,
For claiming over £33000 of state benefits:
Housing, council tax benefit, income support,
In 2009 he spent six months with jail slits.
I ordered an appetizer of broccoli
but was served Ehud Barak-Lee
Tried again for an appetizer of broccoli
this time was served Obama Barak-Lee
For the third time, an appetizer of broccoli
instead, got ‘Sir’ Charles Barkley
Fed up... rather darkly, I requested some sparkly
the result, ta-da ~ two drumsticks from Ringo Starkey!
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JIC (Just in Case) you're not enamored of either Israeli
politics or NBA basketball stars: Ehud Barak was a former
5-star general and prime minister of Israel, who tried to
give away 97% of 'Palestine' to Yasir Arafat, who turned
it down... Sir' Charles Barkley was a superstar professional
basketball player for over a decade, although he is better
known for outrageous opinions and creative profanities...
Also, 'JIC,' Ringo Starr's -- the Beatle's -- last name was and
is actually Starkey; and Barack Hussain Obama was America's
first Kenyan-Hawaiian-1/2 Muslim-1/2 Christian American
President. (Bill Clinton, of course, was America's first, and
phoniest, of America's black presidents, Joe Biden being the
second). gw
Where would we be without a second chance?
Will you ever forget that pit in your stomach?
That hollow, empty feeling when
'The love of your life' walked out the door?
Is life really over, is all lost, after one failed romance?
Yes, it may feel that way for a while
But then we take a deep breath
Sigh a great sigh
And move on to love's second dance
What of the lad who steals from a store
An apple, a bar of candy, or even more?
Do we lock him up and institutionalize him
Or find out why --- empathize with him
What of the schoolgirl who plagiarizes
For an innocent mistake -- forever stigmatized?
Or do we simply explain her the duty to give credit
When citing sources or quoting from the internet
Learning how to drive all too often engenders
Minor mishaps: Rear-enders or fender-benders
Is that cause to give up forever -- an ignominious end?
Or do we pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off
~ and try, try again?!
Recall now the humble beginnings of number twenty-three
The greatest basketball player the world ever did see
At age 15 Michael Jordan was cut from his high school team
Did he up and quit the sport, or determinedly set out
~ to realize his dream?!
Be it in love or in school, we all get played for a fool
Pray tell, where would we be with no second chance?
January 20, 2019
Entry in "Second Chances" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
My factory would make magic wands
That helps sick children
And make their dreams come true
My magic wand would replace
A child’s missing limp
So if she wanted to
Become a ballerina or
He wanted to be a
Basketball player it would
Magically happen
My magic wand would also protect
Them from being abused
And shielded from harm
Keeping child murderers away
My magic wand would whisked
Them far, far away to a special planet
Where they can just be kids
Having fun and being happy
Not having a care in the world
Where they can eat giant snow corns and
All the ice cream in the world, different flavors
Ride around on Large bubbles
And watch the beauty of the sky
With a variety of bright colors
That shoots out
Talking monster trucks and
Barbie dolls that walks by themselves
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.
Hey! This one is my melodramatic mom’s!
One thing I have realised: No one else in the world can ever be more loving than one’s mom.
I see five roundballers at the court.
I see her dropping dimes,
As she plays at interschool B-ball tournament today.
My misty eyes pray for her to win.
Don’t know what is tugging at my heartstrings?
Five years back, I still remember,
My little girl in eighth standard,
Trying hard for her selection.
Little hands didn’t know how to hold the ball.
Apoorva I owe you! You taught her to crawl.
Before dawn at 4:30, to teach her the sport,
You were every day, there at the court.
Wasn’t easy to see this day!
“She doesn’t have that passion!”
“You want her to fulfil your own dreams!”
“Nothing’s beyond studies!”
Such comments were taken more sincerely than my thyroid pills,
As if they were most important part of the drill.
They took the bull by the horn!
Tears still rolling down, emotions over bound!
Team rejoice, frolicking around and she kisses the ground.
She throws a kiss at me – that’s a well-deserved triumph.
She belongs to the court forever now, this love will never lose its charm!
And the court will always welcome her with a warm smile and stretched arms.
Thanks Mom! A good orator, swimmer, tennis player and now a proud basketball player….I owe it all to you. I love you!
I'm unemployed
Cause finding joy is a job.
I'm not a politician.
Why? cause I want to be truthful and won't lie
I want to be Christian
But not by humanity standards
But as God has planted.
I'm impoverished
Because I've got a mortgage
Ridden poor yet not keeping up with the Jones
I'm not a basketball player.
Yet I'm on the rebound.
I want to be Christian
But not by humanity standards
But as God has sanctioned.
I'm birth from a woman
She was my mother
I was born to sin and in full of trouble.
This world is my house
But it's not my home
I'm by myself but not alone.
I am Christian
But not by humanity standards
But as God has granted.
And in His vision
Perfect submission
And I shall be no longer spiritually challenged.
I want to be Christian
But not by humanity standards
But as God has sanctions
For you see to be Christian, is not to be human-like
for to be Christian is to be
Christ-like
7/2/20
WRITTEN WORDS BY James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
the kids are going nuts
one almost keeled over
one inquires about the whereabouts
of the large-caliber pipe pistol
one gives the spheroid
a handshake and hug
the arm like an tartarean
eclipse with a surreptitious
star-nosed mourning
mole on the end of it
one gives the projectile
a high five, invented by a
basketball player with
four fingers
but what about him?
who is he under the
cycloidal velvet? how did
he get this gig?
did he expect models
draped over vintage tanks?
rubenesque ladies straddling
the missiles?
can he take the costume home?
who is responsible for it's wash?
does he put a cancer stick
in his touch hole in the car park?
does his lady-indoors
own a rammer?
he wishes the day would end
go home for a grapeshot
that he could be elevated
at forty-five degrees
and sent airborne towards
the automatic doors
though i have not seen her since, i hope that she only flourishes in adulthood for she would be 26 now
it was immediately as i was thinking of her that a younger coworker put a card in my hand as i was taking my first break
it was from (not so little) julie steinbach for she grew to be 6'2
she is now a successful professional basketball player in some league in france
she is hoping to make it to the wnba someday
it is then that i pray that dream and goal of her into existence
she also included that she has been cancer free since she left all those may Christmases ago
the tears immediately started to fall from the oh so wonderful feeling of being remembered
God taught me a valuable lesson that particular day
i will now pay that lesson forward to others
oh, by the way, included in the card from (now too tall) julie stainbach was a gift card
the message in the little box that the gift card was in read simply, 'they make the best cheese danishes'
i laughed heartily, finished my cheese danish and french vanillia latte, and got back to it