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My dreams were that of nothing but your kiss.
A lingering essence soothing frayed edges of my heart.
Heaven couldn’t breach the wonder of your touching
hands. They tickle memories invoked by the scent of your breath
against my cheek. This is but the taste I crave every night, every time
I feel days too long since you’ve returned the other half of my soul.
The awe and wonder will never cease, mated souls
Destiny declared to me, that our love and fated kiss
could bring forth in our lives eternities timeless
bliss. I never knew that which seemed to be a heartless
world would provide a love that would become my very breath;
for surely I would die each night if I couldn’t wake and touch
your beautiful lips. For they are but the substance that touches
me to this world. They spew forth the nectar that feeds my soul.
With you I am Queen Nivea, crowned in baby’s breath
about my brow. A midnight summer's eve of magic kissing
the air about our pallet. In sleep I hear our heart
strings shimmering our own melodious melody of half time.
In you arms my slumber is light, every time
you nuzzle my nape, asleep yourself, your touch
stirs my blood from half doze to a stuttered heart
soaring reach. It's the dust of twilight that moves soul
music through our heated blood. Your fluttered kisses
wafts into this hot dream to wake me with a fairies breath
riding my senses like white fire. Though our breathing
may be labored, this is not a frenzied moment, languish in time
and savor the bouquet of miracles brushing your moon kissed
back. Miracle that you are the only one who could soften my touch
from the warrior I tried to be. You alone brought life to a soulless
husk; the balm and solvent that softened my calloused heart.
Now fully aware I reach to find your heart
beat, and find it shuddering to the pace of my breath.
Caress the plane of my face and nape as our souls
unite. Whisper the language of lovers every time.
Just never stop this Shakespearean dream touched
eve, our very reality exist based on this kiss.
Though our hearts beat in all consuming time,
your the force of my breath. You are my grace touched
body of life, my soul, who feeds this void with a kiss.
With a peaceful plot
My Big Game betting tickets I got
It seems they have a European divide that has an opinion for three nations that do try
With the American football putting gold and leadership on the stage
This message should be healthy for any age.
According to my results
That still have no faults
The British are selecting the Chiefs
Since their Liverpool Reds had the right beef
On their way to being number one
In matches that have no playoffs and are there for entertaining fun
As for the Italians Inter Milan
Was the prophet able don
As they selected the art of the deal
With a 49er’s meal
Now there was one that took the middle of the road
Since that was what the French know
Metz made the decision with scoring being the priority mission
Their ticket prints out Chiefs/49ers over 54
And if that happens it will be a nice payoff that will head out the door.
Right now, the half time show is on the floor
And ten ten is the score
It seems not to be a bore
But it is moving very quickly fir sure
With the draft coming here soon
This game being played under the moon
is the final seasonal visual NFL shield display
And hopefully one will say
Everything was worth the pay
But as for the British, Italians and French
They are not sitting on the bench
Since their matches are next week
And continue a heavy message they do speak
With a respectable peck on a cheek
In every small village and town
These games keep the peace before things go down
There are skills learned
That will keep one from getting burned
As tonight’s wind blows outside
Keep in mind of this poetic guide
It is not the winner loser that is newsworthy
Maybe the fact that a war is needed instead of someone being apologetic and sorry.
Carry on all you physical entertainers
And hopefully someday a point will be made to all those complainers
Let our lives be lived with much respect
And put in perspective that lucrative check
There is a reason for all this
And aggressive behavior can be missed
Put it in competition where it belongs
And that is indeed a nice thought for any lyric in any song.
Football brought shivers to folks in Three Rivers,
With slivers of Fall in the air,
And the crowd was excited but not so delighted,
By weather more cloudy than fair.
A player named Paul was the hottest of all,
And he played for a team that was great,
He played for a team and the sake of a dream,
To be known as the best in the State.
The Bulldogs were bruisers more often than losers,
And Paul's game was proving his worth,
He was better each year with a dad who was clear,
That his son was the finest on earth.
The Dogs meant to squash all the boys from Mud Wash,
A team that was zero and nine,
But all of their scorn was like buckets of corn,
To the Hogs who refused to be swine.
The Mudhogs, in fact, were not willing to act,
Like a team that was tepid and weak,
For the rain and the mud were the life and the blood,
Of the Hogs when they played at their peak.
With pride on the line and a reason to shine,
All the Mudhogs were ready at last,
But the half-time arrived and the Hogs that survived,
Were dismayed by the two-quarters past.
The Bulldogs who led by just three points ahead,
Were convinced that the Mudhogs were done,
But the Hogs made it clear they had nothing to fear,
From a team that was ranked number one.
For the Mudhogs to win they would have to begin,
To disprove what the Bulldogs had said,
So they fought with a strength that was better at length,
By the way they came back from the dead.
The fourth quarter came and the score was to blame,
When the fans said the game was a dud,
But a storm cloud appeared and the Mudhogs were cheered,
By the downpour of rain and the mud.
The Bulldogs were floored by the Hogs when they scored,
And the latter were leading by four,
But the Bulldogs were glad by the weather they had,
When the darkness turned sunny once more.
The game's final call was decided by Paul,
On a play that was fourth down and goal,
And he knew they would win by the size of his grin,
And the play of a team on a roll.
The fans of the team were already to scream,
With a second or two left to score,
But the boy and his pass were reduced by the grass,
That was fed by a Hog to a bore.
Football brought shivers to folks in Three Rivers
With slivers of Fall in the air
And the crowd was excited but not so delighted
By weather more cloudy than fair
A player named Paul was the proudest of all
And he played for a team that was great
Yes he played for a team and the sake of a dream
To be known as the best in the State
The Bulldogs were bruisers more often than losers
And Paul's game was proving his worth
He was better each year with a dad who was clear
That his son was the finest on Earth
They were planning to squash all the boys from Mud Wash
A team that was zero and nine
But all of their scorn was like buckets of corn
To the 'Hogs who refused to be swine
The Mudhogs, in fact, we're not willing to act
Like a team that is tepid and weak
For the rain and the mud were the life and the blood
Of the boys when they played at their peak
With pride on the line and a reason to shine
All the Mudhogs were ready at last
But the half-time arrived and the 'Hogs that survived
Were dismayed by the two-quarters past
Now the Bulldogs who led by just three points ahead
Were convinced that the Mudhogs were done
But the ‘Hogs made it clear they had nothing to fear
From a team that was ranked number one
For the MudHogs to win they would have to begin
To disprove what the Bulldogs had said
So they fought with a strength that was better at length
By the way they came back from the dead
The fourth quarter came and the score was to blame
When the fans said the game was a dud
But a storm cloud appeared and the Mudhogs were cheered
By the downpour of rain and the mud
The Bulldogs were floored by the 'Hogs when they scored
And the latter were leading by four
But the Bulldogs were glad by the weather they had
When the grey sky turned sunny once more
Well the call went to Paul who was sure of it all
On a play that was first down and goal
And he knew they would win by the size of his grin
And the play of a team on a roll
The fans and their team were so ready to scream
With a second or two left to score
But Paul and his pass were reduced by the grass
That was fed by a 'Hog to a bore.
Time is winding down
And the Big Game is ready to put a smile on a wintry frown
A Chief represents the A F see
While the 49ers are the National wannabees
Television has all the cameras set
And NFL’s new city are completing their bets
A six pack here and Doritos there
This has become a yankee tradition since people care
San Fran has its pans to handle
And the Chiefs being leaders are carrying the burning candles
Those looking for Callie fornia gold planted a three and the bay city nuggets look good indeed
Saint Patrick did not want any of that
When he added a seven-point end zone sequence before he sat
Then with a little luck St. Patrick was able to get back the ball and a three-point kick was made without a flaw
But those in greed had the need the roll down the field and score a Canadian major
Leveling this championship wager
Tied at ten the first half ended in a fast pace that should have been commended.
After the entertaining half time show
San Francisco came out on the go
First it was an innocent three
Followed by a ten-point lead
St Patrick threw it to the wrong man
And the Chiefs started to feel like they were in a jam
Then with the fourth quarter being played
The Chiefs went on a war path one could say
Putting together two good drives
That showed they were still alive
And then with only a pylon to worry about
The Mo town boys had a lot to shout about
Williams went in for the TD hurrah for Tom, Huck and Bet Key
And after a video review seven points were on the scoreboard
Making Mark Twain laugh and roar
They may not have an arch in the arrowhead
Just the Lombardi Trophy from the Packer guy who I remind you is dead
Congratulations Hunt family on the feat
That kept the Midwest with a stimulating heartbeat
Rural America this one is for you
Hopefully the winner is as true as the red, white and blue.
World Cup Finals Spain 1982
fate had decided New Zealand would be tried
when drawing the hardest group in everyone’s eyes.
First is Scotland related to a few but it’s the adopted
country these lads will defend, next the USSR one of the giants
of the world’s round ball game, now one of the favourites after
their European campaign. Third! Indeed, the team one holds
in awe the rhythmic Brazilians the magical master at play,
‘New Zealand will learn a lot this day!’
June 15th Malaga’s La Roselada stadium
New Zealand and Scotland did debut on Spanish soil that night,
first five minutes to Kiwi then the professional came right,
three goals before half time Scotland thought, the Kiwi in
flight, a two-goal burst on this paragon day alas not enough
to keep Scotland at bay, Kiwi lost by five goals to two second
half performance tells one morally it was two-two.
June 19th Malaga’s La Roselada stadium
A three-nil loss to Russia, no luck for Kiwi tonight,
in some respect the score flattered
bringing New Zealand to new heights.
June 24th Seville’s Benito Villmarin stadium
Brazil paid the ultimate respect, when its strongest team took
to the field, its samba beat pulsating feverishly for each goal
our side did yield, New Zealand! did not live in awe four-nil
only this night did he lose, to earn admiration for his efforts
from player, statesman and fools!
Many words have been written many more have been said,
Regarding earth’s greatest feats, mainly war and of its dead,
so, what a relief to find something totally different instead,
John Adshead and Kevin Fallon and their squad of twenty-two men…
© Harry J Horsman 1986
To appreciate, the effort, just getting to Spain one would have
To read Parts 1 and 2, far too long for the contest and soup.
it was at the time one of the world’s finest sporting achievements.
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If 2020 were a basketball or football game,
we would be moving toward half-time with hope.
In the first quarter, we would be winning by large margins
and breaking records in many categories with all signs pointing
toward 'greatness again'. Most of our first quarter was very promising
until suddenly in the quarter, we took a nosedive into unchartered waters,
causing fear and erasing fortunes.
I never imagined a day when hugging and being hugged were luxuries
no longer affordable, and standing six feet apart was necessary protocol.
Never since World War two have we been so sanitized, shaken, and shattered,
but if anyone for any reason was asleep at the wheel, they were quickly awakened.
Never in my lifetime had I seen bottled water and toilet paper so desperately desired. Many of us were stimulated by a $1200 check from the treasury to ease CORONA'S pain.
The stench of death and threats of doom have covered the pages and screens of the media for most of 2020, but Spring has sprung and Summer is breaking forth with the promise of a song. So many would identify with the scattered bits of the lyrics from an old song that comes to mind, "Shattered dreams, wounded hearts, broken toys". And if I could sing and carry a tune, I would make music with words I heard recently from a sermon by my pastor. "We are not lost but are being led by God"
052220PSCtest, 2020, Craig Cornish. 10P
Excited voices like smoke choke the nest-like stardom
As waves of hands in unison swim med through the summer sky
Blue and Red flags stood opposite with hostile winks
Forever green was the Emirate ready to swallow all assaults
Songs of still-born victory banged the doors of ears
The Whistle wailed with a sharp cut on the buzzing sky
The clatter of boots began in apocalyptic fashion
Didie Drogba,the nemesis of arsenal's sensational soccer romance
Struck his wand-a good symptom of Jericho’s collapse
But formidable was the wall with brick of nice goal keeping
As jeers from the Blue fans pinch the left ventricle of Red's hearts
Alex Song made lane through the barricaded defense
And Czech was left to embrace the Einstein's bomb
"Goal...." roared from all flanks
For seconds, sweet celebration held eyes hostage
And half time whistled to give breath to fainting souls
Second half breathed with characters of champions posing on both sides
Rushes for goal proved by littered off side caught
Excitement mingled suspense as pressure kicked in perfect perfection
Time diminished as imbalance score line enforce strikers and defenders to battle
Fabregas dribbled, thanks to gift of God
Theo Walcott raced and struck in Achilles style
Another “goal” flamed ecstasy in the heart of winning fans
Two zero up gunners as blues rattle humiliation
Fabregas wrapped it three and the battle loosed taste
Red rumble in joy though it's not a victory until ninety minutes
Ivanovic pulled one back though no celebration dared to follow
As Arsenal fans rot in magical delight
Final whistle wounded through the enchanted sky
By: Joseph Osita
For Debbie’s Play ball contest
"Marching Band"
Dapper dilettantes take over one hundred yards
Showing their feathers like a cockatoo on pointy shakos
Displaying their talents on grass they are anything but green
Ready to give resplendent resonance through beasts of golden brass
Popping percussive drumming getting drilled into them by a sergeant
Time and time again by so many rehearsals they know formations by heart
The time for sweat and tears is over, they are here to perform
Atten hut!
Impressing the crowd with baton twirling
Majorettes turn into marionettes as the sergeant pulls their strings
Compact formation now, the crowd will wait for hot dogs
Watching a half time special while they stand alert in place
About face!
Witnessing scintillating choreography with a one, two turn
The symbols get their chance to be rim shot participators
And the Grand Marshall leads the baton twirlers aside
For the color guard and their blinding high definition radiance
No one is out of phase and the scene is picture perfect
Then they dive into the scatter drill
Show their true talents with life, love and liberty to move where they want
Individual inspiration takes over each one to the ensemble
This is the real reason they are here, for happiness
They make way for the gymnasts while maintaining play
Who express their own interest in the spectacle of somatic arts
Triangles and fantastic figures on three people straddled high
Build in the crowd a new love for geometry
They have to give way though in good measure
To guns of glory and so many shots sent high in the air
Puffs of smoke are burst sky high, evaporating a salutary good bye
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