Sport Rhyme Poems

Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon--had no fiddle,

The little dog laughed, got smashed as a Poodle,
the cow laughed...

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He wanted us all to chant for our team today.
Obviously, this fan was from the US of A.
Wearing our flag, bald eagle, and other stuff...

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She chants a ditty when she splashes with ducks
The mud hole under them is mighty with mucks.
She’s getting dirty, her daddy said, looking at her...

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A light flickers to start the chain & a spark is born
that grows to flame
It was conceived to break the chains that plague
the line &...

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Winter’s releasing us from its perpetually gray and gloomy grip.

Who can study in their room, on a beautiful spring afternoon?
Azaleas assail ya, with champagne petals...

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When I was young, I liked to play
With other kids on my block.
To backyards, front yards, everywhere,
For fun, we would all flock.

Every sport and game...

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Some of you, will in memory, may fondly recall.
Enchanting, colored dance floors, you all had a ball!
When women still wore stunning, gorgeous dresses, 
Unafraid to...

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The playing had to be delayed,
(It happens, in a sport)
Though not because of rain, but bees
Around the tennis court.

It seemed a bee invasion
Caused some havoc...

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I owe it to my heart to bring back to me
the better it loved, the yet to be.
To discourage thoughts that push aside,
all that is...

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  Basketball's  considered a 'contact sport'
    Football is a 'sport of collision'

  Hunting animals 'for sport'
   ...

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A subtle whisper into my mother’s ear
by my 15-year-old brother Lawrence Dean 
and she proclaimed me Jerry Wayne Brotherton
the prettiest baby boy she’d ever seen

Okay,...

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To write good poetry
is such fun, you begin
with a rare episode
in your life, or other's;
Depth is emotion's code.

To write good poetry
build on experience.
It requres expression,
good...

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The little dog laughed to see such sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon
I stared at grandma as she read to us at court.
Wait!...

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    Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting, 
as a chameleon in the daylight, 
as the seasons fade to black, hunting season
where...

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Climate Change Haiku
by Michael R. Burch

late November:
climate skeptics scoff
but the geese no longer migrate.



The King of Beasts in the Museum of the Extinct
by Michael R....

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