Introspection Sports Poems

Skiing downhill, exhilarating explosion of snow.
Knocks of life, this snowy week, worth the thrill ride.
I am on highs and lows - mountain peaks and valleys....

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Punt
Warm and windy, not November at all
The rains have wandered everywhere
But this dusty grid of dead turf

Punt
Sail, sail and turnover, it’s beautiful
Rebecca would like...

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I met UFC and she courted me.
She made me wanna hit!
But I stood back from the ring,
Not battered, but better I became.

It's no life worth...

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Born in 2000 he comes from a long line of athletes. His maternal  great great great grandfather was a short stop in the *****...

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from the tagboard media group.....
the Kelp Seaworthy Report....

Kelp)......... did you know, that Saturday Night Wrestling
returns to the Mid-Town Civic Center
get your tickets now..... we know...

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-backwards ran he 4 bases he’s called OUT in dugout before he bats…
            ...

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Exit gate C opened up,
And the followers flood
Turnstiles overcrowding,
And fallen ticket stubs
A namesake for the estate
Just off of 23,
On the way to my place
In the...

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The sore winner, bested by a gracious defeat.




22/12/18

Winners And Losers Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One...

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Born on the outside of the world 
Everything seems so strange 
Never felt like I belonged 
Success is the only thing that keeps me tethered...

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The world is filled with cheaters;
It almost seems the norm.
We hear of more examples found
In every shape and form:

A Scrabble competition where
A young man used...

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It seems like to me,
That no matter how fast I run,
No matter how hard I try,
I'm never finishing first.

In the beginning of the race,
I move...

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Late afternoon surfers
clasp the wind-swollen waves
to chests rounded and tanned,
jut-nippled and muscular --
the scent of their youth
fresh as the salt air.
They ride the belly-quivers
of the...

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Like an epic battle of warriors in the ancient times,
rhythms of defeat and success punctuate the line;
either one wins or loses the game doesn’t matter,
it’s...

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At 6 A.M. I heard the news
And the updated score
Of a tennis game just being played
On the Australian shore.

The match was close to over,
Competition at...

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Gridiron gods
Pacing in emerald-floored coliseums 
Waking wounded warriors 
Painted on sacred Sunday mornings
Grizzled generals 
Directing drives of galloping glory
Battering bastions of blitzkrieg behemoths 
Crouched in...

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