i nominate green
foul
the referee didn't hear me
the opponent accuses me of the same
he therefore,
can -
no longer -
use my extension
in fact i'm not using it either
i'm off home to
throw cue balls
at
the
moon
There are lots of things that are black and white,
Like zebras and Newcastle United, they are a good team and get their fans excited.
Penguins are mostly black and white, but some have coloured plumage too,
There are quite a few different types you can see them in the zoo.
There are lots of crows, from rooks and ravens and the black and white magpie too.
Undertakers wear black and white, and waiters often wear the same,
They are both just playing the formal dress code game.
Snooker players wear black and white when you see them on the television,
They are brilliant when you watch them they play the game with such precision.
A while ago there wasn’t any colour just black and white TV,
So, watching other sports just wasn’t so easy.
There are so many things, I could go on and on,
But luckily there are other colours that can make a rainbow that stretches into the sky beyond.
The world goes on with so many colours in many different hues,
From yellow and purple right through to shades of blue.
But really, we all know that there is wrong and there is right,
Things should all be so simple its really black and white.
My son’s in Dublin, now, for work.
Irish travel – what a perk!
He’ll only be there for a week
But he’s allowed a little peek.
Shooting snooker ‘stead of pool;
Watching rugby played – how cool!
Drinking Guinness in a pub,
Like a local at a club.
He’ll be back the day before
We come knocking at his door
For Turkey Day with what will be
Plain beer and football on T.V.
Hard balls, soft balls
Hiding on the loft balls
Red balls, white balls
Feeling feather light balls
Big balls, small balls
Hitting on the wall balls
Golf balls, tennis balls
Plastic table tennis balls
Baseballs, cricket balls
Bowling out the wicket balls
Basketballs, footballs
Throwing those shot-put balls
Dull balls, shining balls
Exercise reclining balls
Rubber balls, hockey balls
Snooker balls, sticky balls
Volley balls, beach balls
Jumping out of reach balls
Handballs, throwballs,
Playing with the snowballs
Rugby balls, yo-yo balls
In the darkness glow balls
Sweet balls, meat balls
Getting ready to eat balls
Glass balls, round balls
Find them all around balls
08.04.2021
For Natasha L Scragg's "The Marmite Poem" contest
The look on her face,
Was a total surprise.
The first time she saw it,
She couldn't believe it's size.
So I lifted it up,
Laid it out on the bed.
Hold it really tight,
And pull it I said.
Keep it really tight,
Don't loosen your grip.
If I don't get it in soon
It might start to slip.
At last it's all pulled out,
All the creases are gone,
Now that it's nearly ready
It looks very long.
The holes are all sorted,
Not a wrinkle in sight.
When I'm knocking one in,
It will slide in all right.
Now it's all finished,
Our game we can play,
The new cloths on my table,
For snooker today.
4/4/2021
There was a longshoreman named Joe
in the pub he let the beer flow
when he played pool
he fought the fool
wanting to cash in on his show
Hendry says that Ronnie,
The best to pick up a cue.
He's never seen me play
So that might not be true.
I had a break of twenty
When I was just a lad,
I'm getting on for sixty now
So a forty ain't so bad.
So come on then O'Sullivan
I challenge you to play,
I will give you a game for twenty quid
And you can pick the day.
I know you are a great player,
I watch you all the time.
You can make that cue ball sing
But I can make it rhyme.
A Strand (1071)
Sponsored by
Brian strand
Naked without color natural glamour on the outside
sweet and courteous imaginary clamor with astride
wake up and advance as is need not glitz a looker
no require for waterfalls pure spritz not a snooker
polish not and matches in everything fresh in linen
carefree when going right waltz swing if so tailspin
talkative at times when directed back to if not speechless
seen the falsity of those who walk through that are teach less
innocence lost when pain presented disasters now defiant
no need to conform but needs interaction broadcasters to be compliant
unapproachable with strangers and acquaintances alike friends yeah sure
they leave her alone when fear approaches flint a strike no love pure
no one seems to grasp it this is real though escapes demise when with them
hoping they one day will realize this is where transforming will stem
The atmosphere killed, but moisture came from rock,
I did not judge this sinner’s block ravishing, just clock,
No stripes inside to ease away the pain, despair, hock,
Wires to traverse those structures not according, shock.
Did the eclipse light a fire within the heart, point stayed?
Or was Einstein there to fan and place, unaffecting okayed?
Did Steve Davis snooker the lass and the said, delayed?
And could decades set the wrong aright, deep parlayed?
Science will cure the Coronavirus without question, doubt,
Keep washing your hands, rational thought counts stout,
Stay away from other people to reduce your chances out,
Reason is in rationality, of human principles - values count.
In our late teens
We’d all doll up
Half moons at our heels
Spit shined our shoes
Bell bottom pants
Precisely creased
Bright shirts with poofy sleeves
Hitting the snooker halls
And other local hangouts
Smoking cigarettes
So groovy and so cool
Radio blaring from our cars
Chick magnets
Destination
A&W drivethru
Rolled down windows
Waiting for our trays
Burgers and root beer
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology ~RANDOM MUSINGS VOL.2~ 2020
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on March 22, 2020 for contest STRAND CHOICE N sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 2ND
Originally posted on September 21, 2019
Ate Ball (An original poem based on an ancient joke)
Went to the docs with an ache in my gut
But all that he did was stand there and tut
He looked down his nose as though I was a sinner
Then asked what I ate and he queried my dinner.
I said I eat snooker balls, often a red
If I fancy a change, I'll try blue instead
But I'm quite a modern adventurous fellow
So sometimes I'll take me a bite from a yellow
And if I'm up late and I fancy a snack
I'll maybe partake of a white or a black
But if I go out for a film and a drink
I'll finish the night with a brown or a pink
The doctor just scratched his bald head then he said
Could it be proper food fills you with dread
You can't just eat snooker balls, not if it means
You just eat your favourites and don't eat your greens.
Shall he get fired,
Maybe its time to see where this life leads me, His music was on, Lindsay Stirling to start it off, following some form of rap, and then METAL! Oooh wait and dumbstep:(.
Oof I am on my ass!
Oof where to go?
Hmm,
Larry was watching me shoot,
Was he confused, in love, curious?
Snooker is something I fell in love with.
You treating a former employee like dirt is cute.
However, we can go outback and discuss it?
He felt ballsy so what?
So what!
A thrill with a bit of hustle is needed, yet when under those types of moments, one should NEVER pop or pip up!
Stay down and stay firm!
"May your sight be steady and your aim be true."
Thanks brother for the games, and love.
Forever in gulfed into a peaceful tomorrow, How far can I lean into it? Or until death do me part, *grabs cue stick*
You are my lover.
Any who encounter love or hate; sometimes both ????
Needless to say when He is on that table he is only devoloping something better than himself."use the light."
I WISH I WAS A PUSSY CAT
I wish I was a pussy cat
with silky soft shiny fur,
I’d find the warmest place to sit
and lick my fur clean, then purr
I’d have free board and lodging
guaranteed to have two meals a day,
In wet weather I wouldn’t go outside
I’d have to use my indoor litter tray
My life would be very comfortable
with my owners in the palm of my paw,
I’d brush on his legs for dry fishy treats
(In the kitchen, his wife would give more)
In the evening humans sit and relax
the male would watch sport on the tv,
I’d eye the ball if he’s watching snooker
he’d stroke my fur whilst I doze on his knee
At night time I’d go out hunting
in the morning folks would find
the head and entrails of a mouse
I’d always leave those bits behind!
Of course there would be some issues
one day I’d get carted off to see the vet,
who’d remove my reproductive organs
but they’ve not done that evil deed yet!
I wish Contest
Sponsored by Viv Wigley
5/4/18
Nay,
You are not uncouth;
There is something I never taught you:
When my mother told me to play tennis at school,
And advised me to swim at school,
When she networked me with the best of her people;
And she hid my shame, or indeed I was profligate.
When my steptather bought
Me a marble stone chess set,
I had done well at school;
I was motivated by materials.
When I fled the good in your mother,
After listening to the whispers
Of the evil one;
Indeed, I left you exposed;
But your mother hid my shame;
Never taught you to disrespect me;
It is a tall order, now that I am back,
I am not heavy handed, time is all that it takes;
I love it when we sit in the club,
Play a game of snooker or two;
You are now like my brothers,
Standing shoulder to shoulder with me;
It is all I ever wanted;
Tears in my eyes!
Scott has Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy,
And plays boccia on a wooden floor gleaming,
Where he rolls the leather ball accurately,
Down a ramp to hit the jack, and he’s beaming.
His father quietly assists him to position his balls,
Whilst his mother assists his brother Jamie,
Upon whom Duchenne MD also falls and calls,
Such that sport is enjoyed by the whole family.
Scott has a BA with honours from Uni of Sterling,
In psychology and sports studies all inclusive,
Because he loves football which is encapsulating,
American footy, golf, darts and snooker pensive.
He started playing boccia way back in 2007,
And represented GB at the Europeans in 2009,
So in 2013 at the Europeans in Portugal, levin,
He won the bronze in the BC3 pairs for his line.
Then in 2014 at the World Champs. in Beijing,
He again won as a pair the besought silver medal:
“In every tournament I take part in, [when I fling],
I want to win and this is no different [for me at all].”
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