Long Sport Poems
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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
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bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras
kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
to deflower re: piercing hymen
with nary immune to perdition or déclassé
hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
emitting pheromones culling asper a bong
clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport
waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward
omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals
depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy,
the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans
prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable
bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens
e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Especially with motivational bias
Intrinsic or decoherent formation
The access levels breach by human mass
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Is due the common bias that supports
Desire for all process automation
The physical the fitness is the sport
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Whether desires of others shall we satisfy
The mass affect on psyches with exemptions
The mechanism is probably WIFI
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Implies that humans are the chemical the mass
Because all these in Internet and politics “reactions”
TerminolOgy of the human this bias
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Are differenciated between you and wild
And while is none the business yours is wild the nature
I am also one of you if I am filed
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Between my file in organs and the me
Existed maybe be rather for the penetration
The very outdated is your C
So let's address ID of yours
They say when children are the young
They seek their own ID
Perhaps their souls and their minds
Won't really fall for category of the fashionable stan??
In search for their Ids
In time of war prepare for peace
In time of peace prepare for war
What are you really for?
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Are fading as your prioritization are disproved
In seeking many ways for the monetization
Your whole existence is a giant unwanted spoof
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Between radar of military and the airplane
You reckon, buddy mine of the negation
That this particular the generalization
Would render system of your build as sane?
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Of weird human groups who's eager to assist
Resistance is a trait of this negation
My human right is kinda to resist
The mechanism of seeking the connection
Draws value out of you as you degrade
The round is degree of the 360
How is this calvin would convert to centigrade?
The mechanism of seeking the connection
The mechanism of seeking the connection
The mechanism of seeking the connection
The mechanism of seeking the connection
*organs are term in russian lingo for intelligence services, such as NSA in US, maybe because short for organization
They say “a mother knows best”.
Best for who?
Best for you?
You see, nobody knows me like I know me.
Yes, she may know me as a helpless infant,
But do you know the real me?
Favorite color? Like it matters, I wear it in my eyes.
Favorite sport? Obvious because I lack the knowledge of many.
What she fails to do is see her child.
She sees only what is physically there.
You see my emotional state may not be what you
Want but it’s still there.
Like a beating heart it’s still there.
Like my eerie shadows it’s still there.
If you really knew me,
You’d know I hate the toxic smell of okra and tomatoes
If you really knew me,
You’d know that I can see right through the closed doors.
If you really knew me,
Why antagonize my emotional state anymore?
If you really knew me,
You’d leave me be to take a knee.
If you really knew me,
Why waste time pretending what I’m not meant to be?
No, I don’t want you to stop being a mother.
I want you to be able to understand.
Not underestimate.
I learned it may not always be her fault.
For I am just her only, therefore she is still learning.
Learning what it is to be me.
How to deal with my condition.
This condition does not come with a manual.
In this life, she is helping me realize that this condition,
My illness,
It does not define me.
A mother that really knows,
Continues to show,
The love, support, and energy.
She lets me know that only God has the power to define me.
away with capitalistic free market enterprise
where the concomitant features of greed, power and wealth
fuse to form a pact of unrestrained mass-consumerism
while simultaneously obliterating any shred of a humanistic ethic.
the hollow emptiness of a hedonistic philosophy
representative of the western civilization
rings with the sound of falseness
from the belfry of commodification.
debunk the myth of the supremacy of man
where the less sophisticated species
remain in a role of subservience
while religion upholds this point of view.
the travesty of contemporary existence
epitomized by the crass characteristics
endemic in the advertisements
prior to the advent of a holiday or sale.
opinions about significant political issues
and the general emotions toward the processes of life
trivialized into a farcical sport
by the producers of commercial goods.
renounce the superficiality of the make-believe world
and also the stamp of mass production
that transforms a creative human being into an obsolete soul!
Form:
It takes a lot of time to master such skill
There are lot of downtimes but I climb on my hill
There are days that my body is strained and about to give up
But I go back to self- determination and rise up
The passion to play runs in my veins
I will train myself hard though it rains
My discipline is as scorching as sun
But I still make my sport a sort of fun
This game is worthwhile and is something even more
The confidence it gives can make my dreams soar
Every accomplishment that I made, my modesty becomes better
Each time I face defeat, my dedication becomes stronger
Winning and losing are faces of reality
But it changes my entire entity
So I keep myself motivated and listen to my coach
The God Almighty Himself will hand me His torch
There is something more than a gold medal hanging on my neck
It is something that no one can ever wreck
This whole meaningful experience makes me complete
I am very proud that I grow to be an ATHLETE
Taekwondo
The way we flow
Our hands and feet
We put on show
Jumping spinning in the air
Striking out our target there
This mighty form of self defence
A contact sport so immense
Spectacular performance of an art
The hand and foot taking part
Taekwondo
Come on have ago
Romanticism beauty show
Throughout history we’ve been taught
Mind and bodys' train of thought
Discipline to enhance the spirit
Systematic and scientific
Physical fighter that truly feels
Those traditional martial artist skills
Taekwondo
Such a calming flow
Fluid movements fast or slow
A graceful art that shapes mind and heart
Physical state of harmony’s past
Meeting a challenge with calm and peace
Shapes and conditions the whole physique
Brings well-being and inner strength
Self-control and development
So now your journey starts to begin
The way of the fist and foot within
© Copyright KC.Leake
18th May 2015
All Rights Reserved
Its the final day
At the US Masters
This Highlander
Enjoying new pastures
Recently turned pro
Leader-board he tops
As he partners Tiger
Playing brilliant shots
Eagle, birdie
Birdie, par
With play like this
He's sure to go far
Neck and neck
On the seventeenth
This Highlander
Needs to be seen
Par 4,
440 yards
He hits a screamer
Crowd applauds
Tiger matches
They both hit the green
Both down in three
Birdies mean
The eighteenth
Green Jacket beckons
Who will win it
Tiger i reckon
What a drive
By Tiger woods
Down the middle
As professionals should
The Highlander, lovely swing
Ball flying, hear that ping
Cross wind carries, fairway missed
The crowd in awe, Tiger bliss
Tiger excels, gets down in three
One inch form the hole, a gimme
The Highlander, iron picked
Sweet shot, hit so slick
See it rise, towards its goal
On to the green towards the hole
Undulations, impede it none
As it drops in, under the Georgia sun
The Highlander, awaits the crowd
Nano second, applause out loud
This newly pro, who found it tough
Newly named
Diamond in the Rough
My entry to Nathans " Diamond in the Rough " contest.
Wow 5th place
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/sport.php
This gentleman's sport,
Brings up my youth,
To stadium transport,
Fans and emulators of Babe Ruth.
When I was young,
We sat in the cheap seats.
Big family among.
On metal bleachers, a butt heats.
At our feet,
Peanut shells in piles,
So many we eat,
While the game beguiles.
I watch the balls fly,
Trajectories rather vast,
Oh, look! How High!
While the baserunners move fast.
Dad would talk at games,
Which we did not witness a lot.
He knows the player's names?!
His vocabulary is more than I ever thought.
Injuries occur,
But tis not a bloodsport,
Which is what we prefer,
For spectator comfort.
A moment in time,
We root for players to succeed,
Hit a homer, catch a fly, sublime,
And the other team's score impede.
Some fans want their team to win.
Others enjoy watching the game as a whole.
Whatever the reason,
This game our heart stole.
If the game is long,
Better conversations can be had,
Fans try to get along,
Or don't, and that's bad.
Japan's favorite sport,
Provides America many a powerhouse,
A valuable import,
And welcome addition to the clubhouse.
A sport that makes fans sing,
Stretch, move, and dance,
Up collective tookis bring,
All the more body condition and game experience to enhance.
Let's go to a ball game,
With fans abound,
Expletives exclaim,
Until the winning team is crowned.
On Fireworks Night,
Music and vision astound,
Phosphorus in flight,
Friends and magical experience surround.
The sun doesn’t rise in these terrible skies
The world was in ruins once
Some kind of beautiful
Hell sat around us
Just you and me
This was the saddest
The truth could be
It was like yesterday didn’t matter
Only a banjo
A fiddler and untouched strings
Do you remember
It was some kind of beautiful
Lovely was a disastrous sport
And futbol was a feeling
Cigarettes ran from touch
Smoke came as a form of trust
And hope remained a potion of bad luck
Do you remember when hell sat around us
Tomorrow was unthought-of
We were fishing for the blues
Day light in sunny nights
A harvest moon
A picnic with apples
Oranges and tomatoes ripe
A midseason delight
Can you guess who’s home
We were just about human again
"metaphors, cliche's, & no one else"
All of my life right to my late 20s
I had heard and read many a thing
somewhat religious at times I found
rarely at church there I loved to sing
Life wasn't too bad despite being me
meaning a stammer struggling for a word
but liked sport, movies and a good book
deep down felt something needs stirred
My girlfriend at that time took me
to her church where it blew my mind
there I was to listen to God's word
showing me I was spiritually blind
As time went on I was gripped
God put His word before my eyes
but especially the gospel of Jesus
here it was, what a surprise
Jesus Christ died for my sins
the son of God my gospel day
this day my eyes were opened
my heart touched by God's way
This way I now walk with Jesus
His blessed gospel broke in to stay
my sins were removed by His blood
thank you, Jesus, for dying at Calvary
(The best day of my life was when God broke through and revealed his word to me, showing me a sinner but revealing his son to be my saviour.)