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Paul Karabardak

Paul suffered a stroke at the young age of ten, 
He was born 3rd October 1985 in Swansea,
He had been a keen footballer, it was his den, 
So was introduced to table tennis for his tee. 

At the age of sixteen he was selected for GB, 
For the Paralympic team which goes everywhere, 
And immediately won team bronze, dexterity, 
At the European Championships, he had dare. 

He took part in the Beijing and London Paras, 
But was tots disappointed at his performance, 
But in 2013 Paul collected very many medals, 
In the Hungary, Slovenia and Slovak dance.  

So in the land of Italy at the European Champs, 
Paul picked up a bronze with mate Will Bayley, 
Won the US Open in San Diego with clamps, 
So that in 2014’s China Worlds, a bronze relay. 

Vejle in Denmark, 2015, and Paul won silver, 
At the Euro Champs in the team competition, 
And he also won in the singles a bronze feather, 
‘Cos his opponent had home crowd adulation. 

At the Lignano Master Open in Italy in 2016,
He proudly won team silver and singles bronze, 
Which selected him for Rio but he was beaten, 
In the group matches. Born with energy, eons.
Form: Quatrain


Joshua Rowe

Boccia player Joshua Rowe has Cerebral Palsy, 
Comes from Scotland’s Perth, trains in Sterling, 
Where there’s first class facilities at their Uni:
He was born on 21st April 1994 totally springing.

When he was thirteen he participated in a camp, 
A Scottish Disability Sports Summer Camp hot, 
Where he found the sport of boccia - not damp:
He was fast tracked, a place on TeamGB he got. 

He won most championships in Scotland straight, 
And went on to win the British Championships, 
Winning one silver and three bronzes, his gate, 
To the Europeans, Worlds, and the Paralympics. 

In 2013 he struck gold to win the 2013 Euros,
Which were held in Guimaraes in Portugal;
In the 2014 Worlds he won a bronze to pose,
Then won gold at the Euros 2015, he did all.
Form: Quatrain

Gaz Choudhry

Gaz is a class 4.0 wheelchair basketball player,  
He saw a roadshow when he was almost a teen, 
From the UK Wheelchair Basketball Association, 
Having become an amputee aged ten and keen. 

He competed as a young teen, represented GB, 
He’s originally from Pakistan but moved to Ealing, 
And he won two golds and one silver immediately,  
And so was chosen for the team for turkey, beaming. 

In Beijing he was a reserve but now lived in Italy, 
To play for their Porto Torres agile wheelchair team, 
And in 2010 at the World Basketball Championship, 
In Birmingham, his team placed 5th, cool and mean.

In 2011 Gaz went to the European Championships, 
Which were in Nazareth, that renown town in Israel,
And here the GB team won gold to boast in tone, 
So that Gaz is now going to Rio, a victory to nail.
Form: Quatrain

Kelp At It

You know the story.
Some called it mis-
management, some
said it was original.
We know one thing
it was mirror to create
an effective strategy.
When management
changed they keep the
same format, keeping
the structure, but changing
What we knew into what we
know. Putting the status of
Current conditions on hold
to make room for recognition.
We thought they were creating
Championships to give recognition
to those who were losses in the
shuffle, stirring up the fans for a
big pop; that was included but
what we didn't know, it was the prerequisite
to our new division wrestling league.
They used two nights, two battle royals
Twenty men each, two different leagues.
These men would team, in reverse order.
The winner from one night would tag
with the first man out from a different night
Than when paired would.  be set to
Go at it in a Tagteam Battle Royal.
The out come to be announced at
the battle royals conclusion.
They showed the two battle royals,
They set the date. But things never
go that easy. It takes a lot of planning
get that many people together. A couple
Managers looked out for there clients
interest, and demanded the battle royal
to be put on the first half of the show to
ensure the interest of many,  won't favor
a few or one individual. They also demanded
that management would prerecord what
the surprise was, and release it elsewhere
Live during the show, during the live event.
They got what they wanted. 

The match went on and, we got winners at
24:04. The Committee leaders came to the
Ring trophies and breifcases. Chairperson
Souse Slancer made the announcement.
The winners of the contest were crowned
New world tagteam champions; but we're
Named duel co-number one contenders to
the new World's Title. To be contested
Later that night! He wished them good luck
and had them separated and excited from
the ring.He announced the last team eliminated
to be number one contenders, and forfeited
the championship on behalf of the tag champs,
and named the number one contender as new
Tag champions.
Form: Concrete

Stephanie Slater

A Games Maker at London’s Paralympics 2012, 
Stephanie used to be a competitor able-bodied, 
In the Great Britain team, mind on the Olympics, 
Even tho’ since 11 her eyes were bad, crummier.

One day when she was training in a 50m sprint,
She felt a sharp, sudden pain shoot down her arm, 
Which she just ignored, but it soon re-emerged, 
Such that today she’s possesses nerve damage.

She’s a para-swimmer and competes in contests, 
With other disabled sportsmen and sportswomen, 
Her first competition as such was in Sheffield city, 
2013, the British International Swimming Champs. 

So at the Commonwealth Games held in Glasgow, 
2014, Stephanie won a silver for the 100m freestyle, 
And then in Eindhoven which is in the Netherlands, 
7 golds: 1 for back, 1 fly, 3 free, 1 relay, 2 medley.

In Funchal which is on Madeira, Portugal, in 2016,
On this approach to Rio Stephanie won 2 golds,
At the European Championships highly spirited,
1 for the 50m freestyle and 1 for the 100m butterfly.

In Rio Stephanie won the silver in 1 min 10.32 secs,
And sealed gold along with her familiar colleagues,
In the 4x100m medley relay 34pts. From Preston,
She practices in their Club, born 7th February 1991.


THE BIG 3

THE BIG 3
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
In the pantheon of rhyme, where legends intertwine,
Three emcees blaze trails, so divine.
Kendrick, Drake, & Cole, in that revered line,
Emcees crafting worlds, beyond the baseline.4

First, Kendrick Lamar, Compton’s lyrical son,
A poet, a prophet, rolled into one.
His verses, dense forests, where light & shadow play,
Tackling life's contradictions, in a brilliant array.8

Kendrick Lamar, with his lyrical finesse,
With verses that never seem to stress.
"Good Kid, M.A.D City," a masterpiece told,
A journey through streets, where truths unfold.¹²

Second, sail to the North, where Drake reigns supreme,
From "Degrassi" to "God’s Plan," a mainstream dream.
He is a master of melody and flow,
His hits and bangers, all crowds aglow.¹6

A chameleon of sound, from R&B to rap's core,
Crafting anthems of love, loss, & much more.
Views from all round the globe, far & wide,
Drake’s vulnerabilities shows he does not hide.²°

Juggernaut of hits, charts bending to his will,
In the kingdom of music, Drake sits tranquil.²²

Thirdly, J. Cole, the sage from Fayetteville,
Stories woven with wisdom, truths that thrill.
J. Cole, with wisdom beyond his years,
Dropping truths that resonate, calming fears.²6

“Forest Hills Drive,” his opus, pure and clear,
A mirror to the soul, for those who dare to hear.
No feature needed, his narrative alone,
Casting light on shadows, society has grown.³°

Together, these three, a trinity of might,
Their words, their rhythms, set the night alight.
So here's to The Big 3, in all their glory,
Masters of their craft, each with his own story.³4

Though he has so many questionable moments,
From album flops to personal mishaps,³6

But from the consensus, Drake has the hits,
Kendrick is #1 bcos of the albums & the diss, 
Cole, 3rd, has the lyrics & the dope flows.³?

Albums are like championships, it holds more weight. 
May their verses continue to inspire and amaze,
In rap's grandeur, their names forever blaze.4²



VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
FORM: Rhymes 
Copyright ©? 24th March 2024.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Kings Of Backgammon

The kings of backgammon, descendants of
Bulgarian kings and Austro-Hungarian princes
Russian counts and countesses, Czech barons
Your ancestors have seen better days.
They accepted their fate as the natural state of affairs
And when it turned out to be just a fickle fortune
They had the nurture and tact not to show their shock,
Though usually such a ruthless discovery crushes many. 
Now, as you spend your days playing backgammon in smoky cafes
You rarely remember the fragments of days gone by.
You've learnt to rejoice in trifling victories, and not to be disheartened by losses.
The descendants of exiled kings and ruined nobles
They organise championships of sad joy
The winner owes a round of beer for everyone.
The new Russian opposition makes the right acquaintances
Just like the old one did a hundred years ago 
And in their later years, they all convert to Catholicism
Since Orthodox churches don't have pews
At least with Catholics you can doze off unnoticed
With a sniff of incense through the candle light.

Things I Shoud never tell my coach

When the team was supposed to be resting for the next game in the Regional Championships.  We rented e scooters to make our trip worth it  
The feeling of the torn off handle bar slamming against my palm as I jump the curb with a 30lbs hunk of metal. 
Two wheeled vehicles becoming the staple of our extracurricular endeavors.

Some afternoons we even got our assistant coach to go on rides with us incase we ever needed an alibi down the road 
Boba and Smoothie shops were his go to. 
Until our starting midfielder tried to do a wheelie with our acai bowls losing two in the process

When we were supposed to be resting for the next game in the National Championship
One night we while trying to network ourselves to colleges we ended up at a Boise State dorm
Trying to explain to local students that we couldn't join them in going to the frat next door was very challenging at the time 

In the early morning we went on a joyride to eventually be chased by local security guards after passing them at an unreasonable speed 
Bangin up our starting defenders knee in the process 

The night after winning said tournament 
We went to the market to get snacks 
Only to decide to host a poker tournament in of our hotel rooms with the team nextdoor 
Lets just say the night ended with more I owe you’s than big winners
Form: Bio

Premium Member Sleepy Sunday

It is hard to be enthused when you realize your team sucks.
wasting a long evening witnessing that very fact
Next year will be better the season just started
next year never comes just the perpetual pain of losing
While everyone else improves and wins and reaches new zenith
your team stuck in the doldrums  of gut wrenching disappointment
You watch in shock while your chicken wing goes limp in your hand
no one can play that bad, it is on purpose.
Sleepy Sunday after an exhausting Saturday of no way.
Had hopes dreams aspirations of a great season, championships
being number one and then they play the games.
Finally turning this program around but it just spins in circles
of loserville. Start rooting for hated rival, they're back and on top
and next to humiliate your team.
It's just a game but another season of no fun.
For someone to win your team will gladly lose.
Take a nap it's another sleepy Sunday.

Aled Davies

Aled was born in Bridgend in South Wales, 
With hemimelia, or without a right fibula, 
And throws shot put and discus F42 tales, 
By training at Wales’s sports institute mega. 

An MBE, born on the 24th of May in 1991,
He represented Wales as a kid, swimming, 
But in 2005 dedicated himself to the fun, 
Of track athletics, which he was bringing.

So Aled took part in the Welsh Open 2009,
And won both his shot put and discus events, 
So went worldwide at the Juniors so to dine, 
And to devour a silver in the shot put’s vents. 

He surfaced from anonymity in Christchurch, 
In the year 2011 at the IPC Athletics Worlds, 
When he achieved a silver medal to birch, 
Flinging him into a sporting career of words. 

Gold was his reward in the London Paras,
In 2012 when the Queen helicoptered down, 
Plus one bronze for the shot for all of us, 
Which saw him take the podium, twice renown. 

2013 Lyon, France, the World Championships, 
And for both disciplines Aled took the gold, 
2014 in his homeland in Swansea his top hips,  
Swung him into gold again in the Euros told. 

Then 2015, and there was Doha and the Worlds,
Where Aled took again two golds no problem, 
So in 2016 in Grosseto, Italy, and in Rio’s worlds, 
He won two golds, and one for a shot awesome.
Form: Quatrain

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