Short Cricket Poems
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Cricket, symbol of good luck
Chirping at night like duck
Mantis, jaunting and pray
Lobbying and munching a honey prey
Discriminating palates
garnish salads with shallots
But when eating croquettes
avoid mallets
The sonnet crickets hymn
Can awaken life in a day
The darkness of night dim
Lonesome cricket in the hay
Sweat and saliva
The dual to shine in the game of cricket
Saliva caught by virus
Sweat rushed to be alone at the wicket!
A fonder
tides in life
to secure.
I dreamt that
some years ago
same so how.
How can I
waste the world
like pirates?.
tip it &run * cricket*
*https://www.lexico.com/definition/tip-and-run
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twenty20(T20)
limbs cup nature’s breast
mossy trunk hugs whistling stream
cricket praise fills earth
Brian Johnston
October 20, 2015
F riendly little fellow, always
R eally happy and always
O n the look out for a cricket, while
G rinning form ear to ear.
Ex-medical student Francis Thompson
off to Lords he went along
Writing of cricket in verse
producing a poem accurate but terse
there is a cricket
rubbing its legs in the hall
making sounds like frog
8/30/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Call me Pinocchio, if you will.
Going to school gives me no thrill,
and my worst enemy,
a cricket named Jiminy,
I'm about ready to kill.
A duck that loved to play cricket
Slipped up on a sticky wicket
Of course Tom was there
With Marmite to spare
And a silver spoon to flick it!
I listen to him
nodding to his beliefs held
on sacred forms et al. . .
wishing him away to chase
swallowtails and cricket song
One cricket rubs legs
Singing his jimminey song
Crows are silent now
No vultures fly high circling
A quiet autumn twilight
Avid cricketeer (now armchair) I am
a fast bowler once but still now a fan
'Red' ball real cricket I mean to say
not 'white ball' contrived for a day
All busy with game
Cricket Tennis and Foot ball
On the round egg Earth
Whispers find my ears
that suspenseful kind of way
crickets chirping crisp
3.8.2021
Sponsor: Regina Mclntosh
Contest: Haiku Challenge
drowsy cricket songs
call orange-black wings to rest
on yellow ragweed
hunting with broomsticks
bent coat hangers and cheesecloth
we chase summer dreams
We invented cricket and football
And guess what we useless at them all
We loose every game
Drives the supporters insane
But we good for an after game brawl
Sleep
by
Tom Wright
Supine, void of rest,
Enumerating cricket chirps.
Should be counting sheep.
2/24/03
(Haiku5)
I had always enjoyed playing cricket
Till one day I told them to stick it
I was in at the crease
And was brought to my knees
When a googly hit me, middle wicket
Written on July 23, 2012
As the doctors and nurses begin their day,
The cricket chirps resonate
Throughout the hallway;
as if they own all of the luck in the place.
Pinkie's ova dried up in summer.
Her sackcloths made beach days a bummer,
till she caught a sperm whale—
an Aussie bowler, "Gale"—
who had spun her like a newcomer.
James Dance (Love) Cricket the Heroic
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Johny johny johny
Mat karyo anhoni
Neither this cricket
Nor you dhoni
Johny johny johny...
After failing to become a monk,
Grigori Yefimovich Rasputin became a wanderer.