Long Tennis Poems
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I’m looking at this picture of my daughter Ava
someone took three years ago as she was watching me
during the semifinals of our tennis club’s singles championship:
Standing there with her back to the camera,
her little fingers curled around the metal wiring of
a chain link fence, she’s trying to capture my attention
before I hit a kick-serve from the ad-side court;
Intently focused on the task at hand, I bounce the green ball
twice in front of me, toss it slightly behind my center of gravity
into swirling winds three feet above, coil like a spring,
and then, with every ounce of my being, explode upwards
while Ava stands there - still - her wide eyes searching an empty cage.
5/8/2017
I saw a little tree today,
from mustard tree did grow.
For when i was but a toddler,
I stood three feet below.
And by the little tree today,
two squirrels chasing tails.
And as I stepped by closer, they
ran up it's wooden scales.
Above the little tree today,
a large bright feathered bird.
With wingspan of a tennis court,
colour of lemon curd.
Inside the little tree today,
natures cooing owl.
Napping in its small hidey hole,
till it's time to prowl.
inscribed upon the tree, I see,
from many moons ago.
Initials of my first sweetheart,
my wife, my loving doe.
I will not see this tree again,
as death's dark crow is near.
So lay I do beside the tree,
till heaven's hand appears.
04.03.2021
Slow motion agonised gravel crunch
Picks and flicks sharp stones under tyres
Glinted handle clicked forward introduces
Arresting view of her beauty polished
Soft and ready, yet bristled. This is her day
Ivory plumes escape cancels rear wheel
momentarily, somebody helps her collect them
Blipping her radiant expression from view for a second
Shaken cascade skirts slip into billowing dominion
Grazing the ground, her trembled fingers clutch a fold
Spring of chestnut curl renegades shine synchronised
Slide on Ivory sleeves, molest floating neck
- I have forgotten to swallow. A tennis ball wedged..
Leaf suffocated branches obscure me from her
Closer, towards the broad staircase, silk magnolia drifts
Accosted by the same scent, where together we spent...
Flourishing bloom steps deliberately, zig zag skirts
knead each tread, she turns her head, concern crosses
eyes which were mine, her alternate man ends me
Nonchalant, reaching the vast entry way, her lips part
Rise of her chest tauts her corseted gown
My brow bends, channels sweat to my eyelids
I don't think she's regretting it
Flushed airbrushed skin itching to begin story book..
Hopeful eyes, encouraged as a fresh deer captured
.... Now's her time to regret it
Rapid splinter branch shrieked pleas briefly snag
Barrel trained on traitor's veil, keyhole fixed
14th
Aaron was born with club foot,
But had corrective surgery cool,
So played tennis until aged 14,
When he changed to table tennis.
Very soon after, at the age of 16,
He tried out for ParalympicsGB,
Even tho’ he didn't see himself,
As disabled in any way or form.
He loved the thrill, excitement,
Of competing against other folks,
On the same level as himself,
So entered many competitions.
His first contest were Europeans,
In Split which sits firm in Croatia,
In 2011, and so qualified for 2012,
The Paras that changed the world.
Then 2014 he won team silver,
In Slovenia, Slovenia and Italy,
And in 2015, in Vejle in Denmark,
He and his team won a bronze.
In the China Open, the singles,
Aaron won the gold triumphantly,
And in the Lignano Master Open,
They won team bronze with skill.
In Rio he won the team gold,
With Ross Wilson, Will Bayley;
Born 27th August 1991, London,
He lives and trains in Sheffield.
A holiday weekend
With nothing but rain
Gives so many a solid
Excuse to complain.
All those outdoor events
At a park or a beach
Will, because of the weather,
Be way out of reach.
Those who rented a cottage
Or booked a hotel
Might be bummed that their plans
Won’t be going so well.
Yes, the roads may be flooded
And temps much too cool
To show off your new bathing suit
Down by the pool
Yet, there’s tennis to watch
Or there’s reading a book
And, aside from the grill,
There are more ways to cook.
Still, it is disappointing
When plans that you’ve made
Have to change because Nature
Rained on your parade.
He stares at me with big brown eyes,
Causing me to think of stars in the skies.
He touches my hand with a cold nose,
Reminding me of how gently he goes.
He licks his chops whenever I eat,
Letting me know he’s there at my feet.
He always gets a few tidbits of my meal,
A little gift that lets him know how I feel.
He waits at the front door for me to pull up,
Always excited beyond any other pup.
He jumps up and down, pouncing for joy,
Showing his love as I smile, “that a boy”.
He runs like wildfire after a tennis ball,
Bringing it back to me at an indifferent crawl.
He barks at the tv and howls at the vet,
Giving me pleasure unlike any other pet.
He is a canine who has become a best friend.
There isn’t a doubt he’ll be with me til’ the end.
He creates a powerful pleasure within me,
Something no one or nothing else can free.
He may be a dog, but I think of him so dearly,
There is nothing to describe him very clearly.
He is a blessing, a wonder and a true prize,
Where would I be without the love in his eyes?
As usual, you smile at my downfall
I will endure this pain and get on the ball
I must mend my broken wings to fly
I will lend you a hand as you pass me by
You will see me rockin the misery boat
You will smile with glee as soon as I'm gone
You will see me aboard the misery boat
You will wave goodbye and good luck to move on
Love is a tennis match for a game of two...it's all fake news and the bothersome blues
I will survive this hardship before me with nothing to win and nothing left to lose
Believe that I can escape these waves of emotion with or without your guidance
Relieve the scars that refuse to heal and make me smell your faithful fragrance
Too long have I been crying these tears of shame
Too long have I longed to belong in this love game
It's been a while since you've even considered my utmost needs
I must get off the misery boat and cut down some worthless weeds
If only you'd listen to my plea
If only you'd come clean to me
Go on and tell the truth of me and you
Instead, you left me in pieces out of the blue
I thought better of you
The things I say are true
I sought your voice of benevolence
I rode the tides of tribulation without your guidance
Now, I must leave
Please do not grieve
You should have gave me an ear to hear me out
Of course, you let me down without a doubt
I guess I will be rockin the misery boat
With or without you...it's the things you do
I suppose I will be on my own on this trip with this note I wrote
It's about all the things you put me through
I will have a house bigger than yours, the whippersnapper said to me.
It will be grandiose, a mansion maybe, something much nicer.
I thought it was interesting this was his reaction to seeing my new place.
He was going to light the world of sales on fire, for sure.
He had other goals too. Large goals – a tennis court, a swimming pool.
He spoke of these goals often, leaning in his chair, while others worked.
The rest of the team did their best to ignore his high-reaching goals.
They kept thinking that he would soon reach for a phone, but he didn’t.
He had a review and was horrified to discover he actually had to work.
He had been paid a tiny salary, which he never felt was adequate.
However, by now, he was supposed to have generated his own clients.
He was angry and mean-spirited now, blaming co-workers for failures.
He called his mother and asked her to come in and give us heck.
She did, and we had her booted from the office after a bit of rumbling.
He went home, because he got angry and threw something at the boss.
Given an easy life by mommy, who used to back teachers down.
I wanted to tell him that he was going to have to stand on his own.
Actually do the work if someone else was willing to hire him.
Six years later he was living with mommy and daddy, not working
Sad he thought they could always save him. Nothing comes that easy.
Bay area's crown jewel, The Claremont,
Where age 24 Steve Jobs and I talked,
Well, him--as to the future--I was shocked,
The guy aimed high, humble, who want for naught.
An unscheduled stop by a young Prince Charles,
That shook the hands of this Hawaiian kid.
Isabel Sanford's inebriated,
Big Head for A. M. Talk Show With The Stars.
The moment when Chris Kristofferson and,
Geraldo Rivera stuck in the lift,
Then there's Joan Baez mom, a bit of a rift,
Some more late check-in, Waylon Jennings band.
The resort, like San Francisco, midway,
Pearls in an oyster, San Francisco Bay.
***Same hotel where the late Ricky Nelson band stayed with wife Kristin who's actor Mark Harmon(--sister) from the show NCIS, who also visited there, whereto, I have already submitted a sonnet.
Date: 08/26/2019
You can break a promise, break a toy,
Break a rack in pool;
Break a tennis player’s serve
And even break a rule.
Break a horse to saddle up;
Take a break for lunch.
Break a glass (at Jewish weddings);
Listen to it crunch.
Break a habit, break a heart,
Break your back by lifting;
Break your neck and break your fast
And break a line by shifting.
Break up laughing, break-out stars,
Break out with some zits;
Break a losing streak and break
Your taffy bar to bits.
Break dance, break-up, break a bone;
Break a record – wow!
Break your train of thought, just like
I’m going to do – now!