Football Nostalgia Poems

Oh, the 1990's,
songs by Seattle grunge,
and boy band's romanticism.
Daughter was a cheerleader beauty,
blonde effervescence.
Petite strength,
with her smile of enthusiasm,
tossed up in adolescent flight..
Friday night varsity...

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  In the sixties I went to university
    where I experienced much diversity

  For example, among fraternities
 ...

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Memories in boxes 
By lady Arabella
 
As I sit here and go through all the boxes  I’ve made 
Each one holds a memory which...

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On my daily commute
              I lay down my paper to dream
 of...

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In those days we bought gloves with grip pads
to go with our Nerf footballs
Because our hands were not yet large enough
to pantomime dads that stood...

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Tea with Gran,her muffins supreme,
Bath and change and hair brylcreamed.
into town to the pub in the square, 
our gang always met there.
Checking the football scores...

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Be a cowboy, the TV once beamed at me
    Later on, a baseball or football star

  For a while, of 'He-Man'...

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Cup-winner Stan
Still playing on at thirty-eight,
Inch perfect crosses on a plate;
With shimmy,side-step and dazzle
He left the full back in a frazzle;
An aging hero with twinkling...

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A football memory
Just like football* i am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold

each day,when school was out
off to a green,hereabout-
the...

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Remember when times were so hard
Families could barely make ends meat
But if a stranger came too your door
He’d be offered something to eat

Getting into a...

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Magic silver key,
fits into my silver shoes.
I was now set free,
I now owned many sidewalks.
My new skates were a big thrill.

 

Date Written: 8/4/2022

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Childhood...

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A football *memory
Just like this sport I am very old
so if I may be so bold
this memory I'll unfold

each day,when school was out
off to a...

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a baseball hides in shadows on the landing
  glove and bat nowhere to be seen
a football perches oddly on the top step
  helmet...

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Smoke ‘em if you got them.
Save the bottles for return.
That hippie needs a haircut.
What the hell’s a Lady Bird?
My Christmas tree had bubble lights, 
My...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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