I kissed the rain
Falling in love
With its cooling honesty
Danced to the sounds
Of raindrops on puddles
And wet children playing
I walked
Wet shoes squishing
Bubbles popping from the eyelets
Running
I slid upon the wet grass
The roar of the crowd
Echoing in a dampened dream
I whispered to the rain
Secrets…never uttered
Asked it
My unanswerable questions
Shed unseen tears
Under cover of raindrops
The rain left
All moments do
Yet this one lingers
Because
I kissed the rain
And
The rain kissed me back
What was it about
the roar of the crowd
the crack of the bat
the circling of the bases
headfirst slides, the dust they begat
What was it about
the swish of the net
the dripping of sweat
in those musty old gyms
none of us ever forget
What was it about
that seventy-yard pass
dropping like a feather
right in the receiver’s lap
The magic moved us all back then
kids with heroes and larger-than-life dreams
‘til we no longer made the team
‘Til Fenway Park and
Madison Square Garden
became two more venues
for hustlers’ schemes
The roar of the crowd fills the air
The whistle blows, my heart pumping
Bucket for Bucket, foul for foul
A free shot soon to be coming
A needed break for the fans and players
As the game comes to a pause
The team devises their next move
A new perfect plan without flaws
A tense feeling overtakes the room
As the game is nearing a close
As every viewer is on the edge of their seat
A team’s grit and clutch begin to show
The end of a tied game, the tension rises
One chance and one shot each team owns
The suspense, sharp in this one moment
As both team’s fate still unknown
As the ball drops through the net
The crowd arises in loud cheers
One team is left with joy and victory
While the other is left in sorrowing tears
The roar of the crowd, a deafening sound,
As helmets collide on hallowed ground.
But whispers arise, a cynical plea,
"Is victory real, or just make-believe?"
Like headlines that spin, a truth half-concealed,
Or storylines scripted, emotions revealed,
The gridiron's drama, some claim it's a show,
A pre-ordained dance, where the winners all know.
The quarterback's pass, a perfectly flighted arc,
Or a fumble recovered, leaving its mark.
Are these moments genuine, raw and untamed,
Or puppets on strings, in a carefully planned game?
The news it may bend, to an agenda's sway,
And wrestlers perform, their roles they portray.
But the sweat and the tears, the grueling long grind,
For athletes who strive, a different truth you'll find.
Though doubts may persist, and shadows remain,
The passion they bring, can't be purely feigned.
For the love of the game, in hearts burning bright,
Ignites the true spirit, and fuels the good fight.
The roar of the crowd, a sea of red,
A kingdom united, hearts and heads.
Mahomes' magic, a dazzling sight,
And Soaring through the air, with all his might.
The Kansas City Chiefs, a team of fire,
Their passion burns, reaching ever higher.
Through trials they fought, with grit and grace,
Now victory's smile lights up each face.
To New Orleans they journey, a grand crusade,
For the Super Bowl crown, their legend is made.
With every snap, every run, every throw,
The Chiefs will conquer, and make their kingdom glow.
Neither tulip nor daffodil
not bluebells on my windowsill
Not the longer days
nor the sun’s warm rays
Neither puddles to splash in
nor love's urgent passion
Not the baby carriages
or April marriages ...
But the roar of the crowd
The crack of the bat
O’er the land of the free
Baseball’s back!
The crack of the bat,
The roar of the crowd,
The smell of the earth,
In these hallowed fields.
The taste of the hotdog,
The sun in my face,
The warm gentle breeze,
In these hallowed fields.
The windup of the pitcher,
The call of the ump,
The anger of the batter,
In these hallowed fields.
The cheer of good friends,
The closeness of family,
The kiss of my spouse,
In these hallowed fields.
Soothing sounds of a Sunday afternoon
Low roar of the crowd, touchdown soon
Delighted children giggling uncontrollably
The family relaxing so comfortably
Morning paper around us suitably strewn
Written November 7, 2021
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Sunlight, oh do go away!
Midnight is created for dreamers all.
Who tango dance on lovers' stars.
In slippers of the finest silver made.
We, who don't require the icy cold roar of the crowd.
Just eyelids flutter, for each other.
So come, my cheished love, join me now.
To my universe that sparkles with only us.
So in love with the moon and stars.
Walk the floral winding poetic staircase now.
Intoxicating gardenia in my flowing hair.
In our soft, opaque togas, waving in celestial air.
Where only the scent of truth and beauty consumes us.
In their magnificent, Midnight Palace Garden~
Ah, yes, so magnificently extraordinaire!
March 6, 2020
Noon PST
City Girl-Country Girl
I swore I would never live in a small town.
I wanted noise, people and the
roar of the crowd.
Crowded restaurants, highways,
Exhaust fumes galore.
Sounds of police cars all over
town.
Lounges, theaters and 24 hour
anything!
Those bright lights, you know?
And twenty-four action, no matter
where you go.
I never dreamt I would end up
in agricultural, wine-country
USA.
Here, street lights are not ugly,
bright and garish.
As for churches, there are many
to choose from and to cherish.
No security cameras in unwanted
places to get your mugshot, how
disgraceful that is!
Where verdant trees grow and
gardens bloom year round.
125 varieties of grapes, too?
Ga-zounds!
And stores are not jammed and
parking for all abounds.
Where all in my neighborhood
wave as we pass each other in
snow free cars.
And life is more than good here.
It grows by leaps and bounds.
Have to say...life here is more
than heavenly and a daily treat!
July 11, 2019
Noon PST
Tell me I am crazy!
Is there a race here to write the the shortest poems possible just to be
popular?
I think so at times. Tell me not to sell my soul or style, please do.
Just to write more...for the purpose of wearing a crown?
I need a poet magician to support my in my position.
I am tempted to sell out on myself!
Tell me not to be cool, but to be original and real!
In truth, what happens, I have no zeal.
I don't want the roar of the crowd.
My lifelong problem...when trying to be popular..
I end up selling out on myself!
Panagiota Romios
3/28/2019
Wishing I could be anywhere but right here,
On a dream bathed with barley and low lined cloud.
Relishing nature's eagerness to endear,
Leaving the busyness and roar of the crowd,
Delighting in vast small grain fields freshly plowed.
Ceasing to care of expectations once placed,
Rising only to meet the next mallard called.
Unfathomable desolation embraced,
In fresh cut grain stubble fields with decoys sprawled.
Sightseeing along a section line road, not showing on any of a map,
Expecting Fall’s migration to explode, with a north Canadian cold snap
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his hands and mind fluttered
he hit home runs in practice
in his solitude
under the sheets of loneliness
over the view of rose petals
the roar of the crowd wasn't in his dreams
or real love
the sound of pigeons trapped in a paper bag
fluttering, fluttering
frenetic ... was
he once tried his hand ...
... at sweet blossoms and lily pads
his hands and mind fluttered
connie pachecho
2/10/17
~*~
Father gave me life
his love fills my heart with joy
my Daddy is best
~*~
the roar of the crowd
the crack of the bat it’s gone
baseball Dad and me
~*~
celebration day
he’s the king of the castle
Father’s Day today
~*~
sad rain chills my bones
the strength he gave holds back tears
Heaven is his home
~*~
he lives on through me
his proud name I will carry
Junior’s destiny
~*~
a message from Heaven words from my Father
he always had the last word
and still does those words are
"Father's Day"
~*~
~~**~~
you are days my glowing bright daze
you are my night my shinning armored knight
you are my son my daily rising sun
you are my peace you are the final piece
Every day is Father's Day
~~**~~
Inspired by the song “In the living years”
The steps of the stage make a sound so crude
The scratch of the speaker gets me right in the mood
The tuning of the instruments is soothing to my ear
The humming of the chorus takes away my pain and fear
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
This number always releases my inner chains
The beat of the drums is the pulse of my veins
The striking of the keys always takes me higher
The riff of the guitar sets my soul on fire
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
The roar of the crowd tells me what's in store
Its time to rock and roll as I count from one to four
The harmony of the band will take away my hurt
My life and love is playing a live concert
I'm flying with music all night long
I'm flying with the lyrics of this song
I'm flying with the rhythm towards the sky
I'm flying in the melody and my heart knows why
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