Short Bleacher Poems

Bleacher madness
Heaven wake stairs
Blinding lights
Naked skies,
Rectangular green
Wild aroma
Rolling leather
Deep pride.
Unstoppable 
Heart beat
Unbeatable 
Pride,
Immortal scream
Young child
Aged man
Dream team....

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It’s a constant reminder
I’m giving my days
We cook up our meals
Forgetting who pays
 Walk in the yard
Or to sit on the bleacher
Reading a good book
Or hearing a teacher
We all spend our days
In different ways
Honest in prayer
Treat each day like air...

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THE VOLLEYBALL GAME

feet on plastic,
bleacher   c r a c k s.

                      s
      m            l
    r               l
  a      p      a
w      u      b
juggle in air

w a l l     o f     s p e c t a t o r s
feet withdraw

fingers raking hair

S    C    O    R    E

8/15/2017...

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There once was an old lady from Maine.
Born in Virgo, a critic, quite plain,
her zest for punctuation
caused poetic frustration,
but they cared for her all of the same.

While writing one day this fine teacher
met her match a right handsome preacher
he dissected her acts
found her lacking in tact
and schooled her behind the wood bleacher!...

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I see the world...it passes by,
I sit and watch...and start to cry.
I feel I'm in a bleacher seat,
no longer with you do I compete.
I use to smile and laugh, and sing,
now I stare...my ears still ring.
My thoughts they wander here...than there,
I wonder if you even care?
That I feel confused and often dazed,
my memory sits in clouded haze.
I sit and stare into your face,
I feel like I'm in outer space.

                  P.R.Deremer...

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