Long Lombardi Poems

Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
 
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty...

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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...

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Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason

Coach signals in a play
I get flagged...

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California Princess


A woman full of virtue and love
She must have been Heaven-sent from above
With such charm and wonderful grace
It is refreshing to see to see a lady with such a beautiful face

Her clothing is so...

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Written By:  D. Collins 1/4/19


We are here for a reason.  To shoot for the gold.
Showing Katrina survivors still have a soul.
They have to play us or slay us in our backyard.
Or, gain firsthand...

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Life’s Contests


I didn’t get picked first -
so I waited.

There is an Institute
for Bad Art in Dedham.
They didn’t get picked first.

A coach in my youth (pre PC days)
would shout at us:
“Show me a good loser
and I’ll...

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It’s been a great season with every run block pass and catch
Now its time for the best players to have their rematch
Eli looks for another ring while Brady wants four
The Pats look back to even...

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Pigskin laying on our 40
And snow is hitting hard
The only warmth you feel
Roar from a heated crowd
This is not what we want
3rd & long, 1 point down

20 seconds left to score
The game we won't forget
C'mon...

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Perfection

Is it hard to believe, that when I see you, I see perfection?

A perfect sight would be to see #17 finally hoist up that Lombardi trophy,
The sight of you is more perfect than that.
The perfect...

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On Super Bowl Night, there was no joy in Kansas City.
Nearly all Chiefs fans were overwhelmed with despondency.
The tight end for the team was Travis Kelce.
His face prominently displayed utter melancholy.
As the Eagles powered their...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Super Sunday
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  January/2015


When
thousands
of
balloons,

float 
from the
ceiling -

When
the last

confetti 
falls -

What then?

When 
the
ROAR!

from
the crowd 
goes
silent -

When
the clock

ticks away
the 
game -

What then?

When
the Lombardi
trophy 
is
presented,

to
the best 
team

that won -

When
all 
the hoopla

with 

all 
the hype

have
left the
building -

Another
football season
is
done -

What then?...

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