January Sports Poems

Oh, to which image should I cling?
To an image that won me some bling!
I had a dream in mind,
And I would not be left behind.

It...

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I was off for my vacation. After a long flight and drive, I reached my cozy apartment. Stars like diamonds filled the cold January night....

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Skis sliding, one snowy week, on a snow covered hill. 
Keeping your balance to avoid stumble. 
Instilling safety, so not to slip against your will....

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Skiing can be so much fun when the snow is light and the weather cold, with  

Kitten soft mitts on my hands & skis...

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Sliding down snow-covered hills
keeping the glide going gives thrills
in sweet awareness enjoy the grand views
in concert with exercise, and inspiring muse
nothing better than an escape-...

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Settled toward skiing championship gain
Keeps him prevailing over practice pain
Insistent to ski well during snowy week
Inspiring fellow skiers who are weak
Nourished as sporty skier midst...

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Slipping, sliding,
Kicking, gliding -
Iffy my technique.
It's a snowy week.
Never skied before -
Got to do this more...!

written 21st January for Julia's Skiing contest...

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SKIING

Slipping, sliding down the slope,
Knowing danger lies below.
I say a little prayer and hope
I won’t be buried in the snow.
Now I’ve finished, safe and sound.
Going...

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Snowy week, it’s adventure they seek.
Kindred spirits take to the majestic slopes,
Irresistible for those with thrill-seeking hopes.
Ideal conditions like these are rare.
Nimble figures descend with...

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Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations 
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood 
his growth hormone deficiency 
    ...

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bright azure blue sky
cold, crisp air circulating
snow lies crustily
winter resists death struggle
no stopping boys sleigh riding

written January 23, 2022
entered "Bite Size No. 33" Poetry Contest
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A fog above the river is hovering
Like a shroud of gray the bier covers
Awaiting the glorious warming sun,
Bringing fog like rising steam by noon
Lifting the...

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I was reading by a lamp,                                       ...

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Henry VIII's Last Joust

When darkness descends and all is bleak,
When the strong run and leave behind the weak.
Where, throughout the land, people cry for relief.
Who...

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Roller skates
Roll smooth
In circles and orbited figure eights
Gliding great with the rhythmic moves
So quick
So slow
So cool

Ice skate
Aerodynamically
On icy floors slick and wet
A ballet on a...

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