Player Poems - Poems about Player

A plastic shell, a humble, clunky friend, The cassette player till the very end. With buttons worn and maybe some dust ingrained, A portal to the music it contained. The gentle hiss before the notes took flight, A tangible start in dim or vibrant light. The whirring spools, a mesmerizing spin, Unraveling melodies from deep within. A...

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.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture the robot with navigation control seeking cactus fruit and rare stones the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns embordered in to silks and cottons from the looms of yarners the warmth of...

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Player or Be Played Should there only be two options? Can’t there be an in-between? An in-between where they are there for Each Other. An in-between where they choose Each Other. An in-between where they know Each Other. An in-between where they can respect Each Other. An in-between where any problem can be solved with Each Other. The perfect one becomes perfect when you show up. perfect for Each...

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Running back Do running back do? Ha! I Caught ball Come O’ Kansas, come can’t wait To catch me yet Ball caught, clutch against my chest I run the ball a brisk running back receive, Handoffs from run the ball. Catch passes Kansas (catch me) if you can I runnin to ya… running back 2/5/25 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2025© Dedicated...

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I watched one thousand waves crash on the shore Echoing, howling, there is so much more I watched one thousand trees sway East to West I had fallen beneath them after doing my best I could still hear the bird calling, from where I said goodbye The bear on the mountain couldn't find me and wondered why There's so much to...

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Shut up darling, I am about to scream No, it’s not your fault that you are mean I’ll pick up this mess I made with my heart I might be missing some parts Thousands of pieces shattered after you dropped it That act was quite reckless I’m still trying to figure out why you did But I’ve been told that curiosity is...

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With a cunning eye he checked Strategizing wildly as he approached Calculating and shrewd With a razor sharp focus he raced While all he blocked And with a powerful kick Made history with the magnificent winning goal! ...

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“Politics is a contact sport” —Steve Chabot It ain't over 'till it's over —Yogi Berra Loug And Doug Pleasant gentlemen both, broad shouldered and tall Good sports who respect the umpire's call Playing the game with pride and joy Sincerely humble, never coy Staunch New Yorkers with their eyes on the ball ...

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It was in the eighties, a winter day in Funchal, the capital of Madeira, when a woman gave birth. She was an anonymous, struggling woman sailing the seas of poverty, with three other children to feed. At first, she hesitated to have this little baby, the fourth to come, because the family salary did not cover more. Her husband, a good...

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When we don't say anything and everythings alright I look to my lover and will gladly take her hand I come out on the lovers sides meaningful equation: furthermore maybe in a little while I don't remember exactly when when But I know how you got a second a moment to spare might I say I love you and tell you I care Unsure of what to say didn't know what...

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I showed MOM the trophy our team had won. She said, "WOW, Congratulations, my son, How many goals DID you score?" I replied, "MA‘AM, learn rules more; You ask DAD, reserve player can't score one!" Palindrome Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Joseph May 1st Place...

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You're able to cross The trouble chess of this world Across table's boss....

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“In a rundown, the runner is in a pickle that could become a rhubarb.” ~ by poet Rundown. He's trapped between bases being pursued by the fielders who glibly smile because they know they have the advantage, to perhaps overtake and tag the beleaguered runner, to foil the run. Rundown. ...

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Strangers but loved aged pianist's hands don't die in silence... ...

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Terry Lad a fiddle player plucked his fiddle with his bow And whenever he raised again the cats would lull endure. They followed him good and gay that wasn't very cool. It made the stray dogs prolonged a bay to hear the fiddler play. 5/10/2023 ...

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