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Mick never had the height but he could jump. He was swift, fast, and he could truly dunk. He was muscular and strong, trim and slim; shocking everyone trying to guard him.
Just one season, and it felt like a dream. That year, Mick played on a basketball team. It's the 'total game feel' that he loves most. But some players like it best high above.
High above the rim, ten plus feet, that is. That is where Mick felt the basketball thrill. Those high-flying dunks with authority. Shot blocking with timing ability.
071421PS, Pantoum Rhyme 1 Poetry, Eve Roper Theme picture #1. 10 syllable lines; Syllable Counter.com
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your Buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
Whatever tips your canoe
Whatever flicks your switch
Whatever zips your zipper
Whatever blows your stack
Whatever... whatever... whatever!
© Jack Ellison 2014
There once played a Chicago Bull
To spellbound fans, a stadium full
His name was Michael Jordan
He jumped above the rim so high
It seemed his head might touch the sky
His dunks were legend
He made his team into world champs
Impressed on it his signature stamp
A fist-pump in the air
Yet more than all the points he scored
More than all the memories stored
Jordan really cared
He posed for photos with his fans
He'd set aside his private plans
He stayed humble
He'd just show up, a huge surprise
The kids would gape, wide-open eyes
Their tongues a-jumble
He'd play with them, and praise their moves
Then thunder-dunk, as if to prove
He's number one...
The years have passed, yet we recall
His majesty when he played ball --
And all the fun
HOLY HOOPS
In the court of Hades, the spirits wailed,
Satan's clutches seemed to have prevailed.
But then descended Jesus, bold and true,
With a ball in hand, signifying victory for me & you,
And with an ordained mission to pursue.5
He dribbled through the chambers dark and grim,
With the world's weight weighing on Him,
His presence causing hellish lights to dim.
With each swift move & each powerful leap,
He challenged Satan, making demons weep.¹°
As the two faced off in a cosmic flame,
Which is said to have been one-sided game
The hoop became the symbol of Jesus' aim.
The crowd of lost souls watched in awe,
As Jesus made his victorious huge score.¹5
With a thunderous slam, the ball found its place,
Satan's grip on the underworld began to efface.
The ball was the key to unlock the chains,
The rim was the door of salvation to human race,
As Jesus dunks to victory, breaking hell's remains.²°
From the depths He rose, triumphant and free,
The ultimate undisputed victor for all to see.
With a leap so high, he ascended in grace,
Having conquered death, sin, & Hades' embrace.²4
So let the holy hoops be a symbol to us all,
Of the victory of Jesus, who answered the call.
For on that holy day, a truth became clear,
That Jesus is the victor, there's no need for fear.²8
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©? 31st December 2023.
Whatever turns your crank
Whatever tickles your pickle
Whatever dunks your donut
Whatever waxes your dolphin
Whatever buffs your buddha
Whatever pops your cork
Whatever pets your monkey
Whatever frosts your cookies
Whatever spills your pills
Whatever trips your trigger
Whatever humps your camel
Whatever melts your chocolate
Whatever peels your onion
Whatever chafes your carrot
Whatever flops your mop
Whatever rocks your socks
Whatever teeters your totter
Whatever milks your goat
Whatever pings your pong
Whatever peels your banana
Whatever blows your nozzle
Whatever tips your canoe
Whatever flicks your switch
Whatever zips your zipper
Whatever blows your stack
Whatever... whatever... whatever!
Millions and millions of bricks
Tons and tons of concrete
Lord only knows how many panes of glass
Granite, Marble, and cobblestone too
Build a city strong, steeped in history
The Adams, Otis, Hancock, and Revere
Tea parties, massacres and lanterns that hung
Swan boats, ducklings, with duck boats to boot
Hatch shell, commons and a Garden with parquet
Green Monsters, leprechauns and Pops play grand
West End, North End, Southie and Back Bay
Chinatown, Beacon Hill and Government Center
South Station, North Station, M. T. A.
Red line, Green line, Orange and Blue
You may find Charlie still riding too
Baked beans, chowder and don’t forget scrod
Lobster, cannoli’s, haddock and cod
Brown bread, beer, oysters and cream pie
Corned beef and cabbage with blarney a’plenty
Fenway Franks, Hoodie Cups, whoopie pies with Dunks
Marathon, Head of the Charles, and St. Paddy’s day parade
Bunker Hill, Faneuil Hall, the old’s North Church and Ironsides
Streets Beacon and Boylston, Avenues Commonwealth and Mass
Northeastern, Tufts, along with the Boston’s College and University
Brigham and Women, Beth Israel Deaconess, Massachusetts General
Bobby, Espo, Raymond, Bergy and Z
Russ, Bird, Hondo, Couz, and Jones boys
T.B. 12, Hog, Andre, Bruschi, and Troy
Teddy, Pedro, Papi, Jim Ed, and Yaz
These are our guys; this is our city!
When your boyfriend comes home late at night
Your chances are great that you will be in trouble
Here we go again
He stinks alcohol and vomit
// She is angry ... (how angry?) ... hysterical angry //
His explanation :
"Of course, things did not go as I planned, my dear
The beer was served in the German way, in liter mugs
I'm so sorry
There were wild conditions all night and time went so fast
The rules were simple ~ but a hard competition"
The walk of shame
(to the bathroom)
*
The head dunks, the party is definitely over
He :
"Life sucks ... stop the carousel I'm dizzy ... so dizzy"
"STOP" !
*
24.02.2018
Sun :) A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
If it seems absurd
that a cuckoo bird
is as crazy as a loon,
but you hear the talk
he’s around a clock
all morning, night, and noon,
then it should not astound
that he’s a little wound,
and sounds a kooky tune.
When a pachyderm
gets the urge to squirm
does it wrinkle up his skin?
If he dunks a skunk
with his long gray trunk
would you say he stinks again?
Can he use his nose
like a big long hose
to wash away his sin?
If the sky turns gray
on a rainy day,
does he just blend right in?
The world is oh so deep.
It keeps me from my sleep -
like, why do we count sheep?
If a rooster yells,
is he on egg shells
when he tiptoes ‘round the hen?
And can you confirm
that a mattress firm
is on hard times again?
It’s matters such as these
that bring me to my knees;
I need some answer, please!
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for the Be Creative Poetry Contest
sponsored by Eve Roper
written on 11/1/22
The playing starts each October in the fall.
But alas, this year there is no basketball.
Another season should have started for the NBA.
However, fans will not see their teams play.
From the Knickerbockers in New York, to the Lakers in LA,
will this competition start? Nobody can say.
As we approach winter, there is increasing doubt.
The owners have gotten together and locked the players out.
We will not see free throws or slam dunks today.
It appears there will be no playoffs in May.
With no basketball to see, where shall we go?
Perhaps a blizzard will come, and we will shovel snow.
For Francine's Winter Couplet contest (a winter sport (watching or participating) category chosen).
A woman walks into a coffee shop,
sits at the counter.
Right next to her is a gentleman
reading his newspaper.
His face buried in his daily
without looking
he reaches out
takes one finger
from her Kit Kat bar.
She can't believe what she just saw.
Clearly angry
she rustles the foil on her bar
as she herself takes a finger to eat.
A few seconds past
Once again the gentleman
takes another finger
of the now infamous chocolate bar.
Now the woman is furious
she grabs his Newspaper
out of his hands
throws it on the counter.
She then grabs
a piece of his doughnut
dunks it in his coffee
eats it and walks out.
The man is clearly in shock and confused
but says nothing.
He orders another donut and coffee
returns to reading his paper.
Meanwhile the woman heads to
and gets to her car.
She opens the car
Now you can see it all on her face
redder than a Kit Kat wrapper.
Sitting in plain view
on the passenger seat
quiet and unassuming
is her Kit Kat Chocolate bar.
Poor man
and he was so polite about it all.
Maurice Yvonne
19~10~2014
This write is inspired from an idea
I recently had for a Kit Kat commercial.
You will never see it in a poetry book
but hopefully you enjoyed it.
Maurice Yvonne
19~10~2014