Sports Prose Poems

I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie)...

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It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The...

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Consider this:"An average American English speaker engaged in a friendly conversation speaks at a rate of approximately 110–150 wpm.  The following are approximations of...

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It's likely to happen at church before the worship service begins. But it also takes place at the end of the worship service as well....

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I raised my hand and said I would be a volunteer assistant coach of a girls’ football league in the 80’s.
The night before our first...

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Starting line she stands 
arms around her self
frail, shy, reserved 
personage -misplaced soul 
appearing unsure 
surrounded uniformly by
uniformed male jocks 
parading runners physique 
matched shorts...

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The small boy falls and hurts his elbow and knees,
and cries quietly on the inside,
because there is no one there to feel his pain,
or give...

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     I awake to the sound of birds singing.  A faint memory of my dreamworld still    ...

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POEM 6 AN ANGEL FOR ME 



THE MOST LOVING GIRL SO WONDERFUL & SWEET. 

SHE IS THE GIRL THAT IS LIGHTING UP MY LIGHT. 

SHE...

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Well thank God they left. Nice local sports bar; I sat close to an elderly man, probably 80 years old, and a younger guy that...

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My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
to cross Jordan's River
on Catherine's Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to sports...

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The Sun Is a Liar



It’s been quite some time since I've awoke early enough to meet the sun coming over the horizon. As I gazed...

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Goodbye Miss Heidi Only For Now…….8.3.14

Remembering that day I first brought you home the sun was out a warm July day, meowing never stopped on...

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We All know Better
By Curtis Johnson

Your smiling face will often disguise the rapid and tedious race;
But I know better
Your sweet and pleasant demeanor sometimes displays...

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During the time before television came to our home,                ...

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I'm still smarting from the Sixers devastating victory a few weeks ago.
It been raining the last two days, but today it isn't, just cold.

You know,...

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It was a sad day, when I had to toss them;
my favorite pair of sports shoes.
Like an old, comfy friend, 
we walked and played together;
until...

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She was not delicate,
she was an athlete,
poised, confident,
yet withdrawn.
She had competed,
pushed herself to the
edge of her limits,
overcame the long,
dull, training sessions,
and finished her race.
Now she...

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