Long Cricketing Poems

The Little Master, Sachin Tendulkar

At Wankhede Stadium in Mumbai,
   The Little Master chose to say good-bye;
His Rembrandtesque canvass hat shading eyes,
   He whispered thanks up to high-open skies.

Gods spurned earth but...

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Take your own sweet time, and let others keep time.
Tea for two always ends up in a hell-uv-a bellowing brew ;    
        tea and sympathy...

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Well what the Dickens is going on?
My choice as the greatest scribe and voice of our tribe
Charles not himself a cricketing man but definitely a fan

Twas…the tale of two skippers and two cities
Both burdened by...

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Come forth our Angel of the North
Working class…but VIP pass…standing sentry for cricketing gentry
Towering injury tarnished Talisman penury
Revarnished..primacy rebooted for his mooted destiny and legacy
Poetry in motion..the emotion
The devotion..our commotion potion

Rejuvenation
India rue what Stokes does...

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     Unquotable quotes -  III

When in Rome, do as the Roman Nero.
The rain in Spain falls mainly on the vain and the 
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Unquotable quotes (More Cricketing Jargon) – IV

A « wide » is a ball aimed by the bowler at some absent-  
   minded fielder.
The « silly-point » is the fielding position so close...

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Lovingly lauded.. they marauded.. rightly applauded

Saffa gaffers did thrill 

Willow wielding wizards of Oz

Yielding…lampooned..marooned..jaffas 

Festooned spill just like Seville .


Must remember..the ember burning

Yearning of Temba Bavuma

Kept his sense of humour

Despite being the victim of flimsy...

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Michelin star cricketing cook…by hook or crook.. so canny..will find every nook and cranny…if you took a look at the record..score or text book ..won’t have forsook ..our dutiful..beautiful babbling Brook

Although the barmy army might...

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It’s been 3 years since the low blow of nadirs 

As we said hooroo to you..goodbye to our top guy

Still feeling...reeling from the pain

Of all the polished veneers of careers

Which is the best palimpsests of...

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Unquotable quotes – VI

(Note : A good many of the « epigrams » in this sequence of quotes are a take off on other well-known short poems, proverbs, sayings or expressions faites, etc . The...

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“Heady heights..bright neon lights..giddy delights

Arsonists torching the Indian empire

Reputations scorching..awash with brilliant whites

Gilded generation ire… spoils soiled in an oily quagmire

Sailing the conquest crest..Kiwi veneration..scaling Test Everest

Perturbed…wondrous walloping to disturbed lolloping..absurdly dire

Otherworldly umami of the...

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Let's toot & salute
Folks our bespoke bloke
Having a hoot..
Bearing fruit loot
English cricketing oak 
Celestial extra terrestrial Groot

Can't be snooty about tutti fruity 
Rooty's booty on lions duty
As an Aussie would quip
You absolute beauty

Humble while records tumble..crumble
Can hear dear...

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Suddenly a peculiar audible yet indescribable cacophony plays inside my head,
A thick constant racket of insectoid screams terrorizing me as I lay inside my bed. 

Here it is again, in its orchestrated cricketing song behind...

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The fab four...not Scouse superstar serenaders..

Stellar constellations of cricketing fascinations...

Connoisseur christened, humdinger harbingers..
 
Listen…whispers of willow wizardry whistle…glisten..

Skipper sorcery glow…celestial cerebral Martin Crowe..

Appetites whet..forget the quartet..for the fab four is no more..

Game's pantomime dame, Kohli...encores...

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   Unquotable quotes – II

Spare the rod and knife the wife.
Empty drums make the most deaf wise.
Penny wise Pound English.
The Polyester Stomper heals the vain woman’s heel.  
Eat what you can but...

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Nuggety nudger & nurdler 

Thorpey did embody

Epitomise, personify Test Cricket 

Someone small standing tall  


Reliant defiant giant but 

Fragile and flawed

Did he know he was adored?


Cricket was his safe place 

In the 90's nadir...

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Once the dark of dilated pupils eclipsed my saffron sanguine irises,
Sucking the luminescent astral soma as does a tonsil to a virus.

A face of a phantom doth float in the folds of the frigid night,
Scowling...

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SOFT SENSUALITY

While the waiting is nearing
The longing doubly suspenseful
Mechanically or tender make it eager of welcome
Perhaps hugging and kissing
Will never dampen homesickness
Everything in the “kubo” is envious
Every minute a comfort and intimate
Even crickets stop cricketing
And...

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PORTRAIT
 
Three, Rather' Four.
Disabled or 'the UNITED STATE of disrepair?
Despondant, but definately dejected
Degenerating ,yet daringly dysfunctional
Paths ,Line of Sight, Swords ; Secure.
The welcomed Blessing on; support on support, 
Through the blinking blinkered middling winter eye.
...

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