Sports Prose Poetry Poems

Love, nurture – abandon, disown...

Love, nurture – beat, rape, murder...

Love, nurture – build cities, blow them apart...

Love, nurture – despise, hate...

Love, nurture – rip young...

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Let’s win the racquetball tournament Carlie said.
What she meant was “let ME win the racquetball tournament”.
My girl-next-door-charms usually hides my super competitive spirit.
This time was...

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I cannot wait to drive a sports car I thought!
Now I have a red one, it took me awhile.
Guys race to see what I look...

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In our country’s 
calendar of events
September is replete with 
pursuits worth enumerating 
reminding me to bask in meaningful
involvements, optimizing God-granted strength
midst pressure, propelled by blissful...

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We run squealing into our cabin, and grab bunks.
I don't want a top, but end up on one, being compliant.
I am from a small town,...

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She heard the screeching of the tires 
And she knew she had pulled right in front of this car.
She shut her eyes, waiting for the...

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Is it pure greed that motivates them
Or could it be that they're insecure
That they are lost without it...
Do they really think anyone cares
about them 'going...

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Routine always goes hard;
reality buffers,
May it go in any context..
everyone is hurt,
everyone suffers!
In all the time we get for us,
we tend to keep away from...

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Mamba, you were, are, and will be a legend,

You have introduced many to the game,
we learn your extent of perseverance and, determination,
without disruption, 
not easy...

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Dandelions are in short supply the news station warned us.
If you have not had your immunizations it might be too late.
There is a limited supply...

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I was walking while reading
because this had been recommended,...

Well,...
actually more like required reading
while walking,
rather than too much blindly reading
while passively impassively sitting through
Earth-reflective stalking exercises

For...

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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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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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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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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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