Short Champ Poems
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of all she made the call
stood by
never told us a lie
with us do or die
no matter ifs its a ramp
SHE THE
MOTHER CHAMP
dad your the best
we'll never forget
tho your at rest
our life is set
as your on heaven
ramp
your or the
MPFATHER CHAMP
Coming independent
Home is where the heart is
Always striving to be better
Mastering the art of life
Passing strengths to others
he prove to be
heavenly
now he was call home
ite where he belong
his sprit flows high
up on a ramp
he is the
CHAMP IN THE SKY
Rain shouldn't keep me from feeling fine,
I'd drive to City Field by five...
to watch tall Peter
cheering for Jeter...
a champ nurtured by manly pride.
your strong
help me go on and on
from day i was born
you set my tone
stood by me
and sister and brothers
won' t say of all other
your the
CHAMP OF ALL MOTHERS
Meow-meow of joyous purring reign
she champions Mom's role midst feline terrain
our dear cat, Meowna prevails
nurturing, she never fails...
feeds kittens, fights mice beyond triumph-gain.
Boulder shoulders,
bursting biceps,
terrifying to see,
a menacing mountain
of a muscle-man
he used to be.
Now, bedridden,
he wilts away his days
till the end arrives.
This nursing home's
locked doors hide
closing and closed lives.
I love summer,
With a new-comer,
We own a sports camp,
To create a champ,
I have a job, To feed a mob,
But it is fun,
In the sun,
Where i will play,
Waisting all day,
Swimming with a crowd,
Every one so loud,
City people in the country,
Looking for a shady tree,
I can't wait for summer,
Please don't be a bumber.
Leah B.
Eyes of stark stiff doubt
Of The Win to clinch
After his Third Bout
No victorious inch
His rival quite out
To him reach and pinch!
Lips free with a pout
From pains of a gout:
A loss to a lout
Would Happiness rout …
What rules now to flout
For he can’t be out?
This idiot to rout!
Cheating for ‘A Lamp’
To see to being Champ
Not this Guy from Swamp
With Armpits The Damp.
He's a champ
Forget about the tiny size
of his body - you wonder how
he'll hold a ball flashing
like a comet.
He's a champ
Forget about the empty benches
that are blankly staring back at him.
He's a champ
Forget about the absent
parents who are not with him,
to see his tiny steps to Hall of Fame.
He's a champ,
and will always be a champ.
Oil Painting #4
By: Teddy Kimathi
Date: 20/11/2015
I can't believe your gone and here I sit alone,
staring at your new toys, your half chewed bone.
To some you were just a dog my friend,
to us you were an angel God did send.
You touched our lives and brought us such joy,
I always wanted a white boxer boy.
We had you for only a short time,
we couldn't replace you with a millionaires dime.
Tears we cried as we buried you Champ,
you were gone as quick as a sponge gets damp.
A ring's the thing
of which you've dreamed
A fitting culmination
to a season's perspiration
Ticker-tape parade is next
Wild cheers, the subtext
Hit the banquet circuit hard
To your frame you add some lard
A new season begins
Your team can't buy a win
The fans jeer and boo
at an out-of-shape you
You sweat and you strain
but all hope's down the drain
The lesson you've learned?
~ Those boos were well-earned
Jeter Derek: the legendary champ
led the Yankees to a sensational victory,
defeating the Phillies
at City Field in the 2009 World Series!
And the crowds revelled
from their stands;
and he waved his hand,
and smiled proudly,
holding and cradling the championship trophy...
driving all the ladies wild!
Jeter Derek made history
by planning a clincing game,
over the opponents to break Lou Gehrig's record...
and all the thrill glowing on his face,
was also a thrill of mine!