Oh, to live the life of a fashion faux pas
Cursed by the anathema of dress codes
Choosing blindly the closest hanger
The shirt on top of the pile
That lonely pair of shoes
Hidden amid
Those “too comfortable” to toss
Ratty sneakers and feral boots
Jeans that had holes
Before it became fashionable
T-shirts that mumble comments
In a far corner a shirt with a collar
A lonely pair of pants with a crease
A tie that has been in and out several times
A quiet sports fan he wears no logos
Although he roots loudly
Alone in a drawer somewhere
Are the many attempts at “conversion”
Sweaters, pullovers, and a few
Extremely “elegant” Christmas monstrosities
He wears jackets older than his children
Believing that fraying is the fashion statement
Of the flannel nation
Everyone knows that if he takes the children out
They are coming back dirty
With a new bruise or band-aid to brag about
His granddaughter once asked:
“Papa, why’d you wear that!”
He replied: “cuz it was on top”
I am
a believer in the gospel of Jesus Christ
a redeemed child of The King
an enthusiast of end time prophecies
a patriotic Bahamian
a lover of Rake and Scrape, Junkanoo, Goombay and Calypso
a September baby
a beach lover
an ocean lover
a nature addict
an environmentalist
a lover of coconuts
a tour guide
a time traveler
a sports fan
a poetess
a storyteller
a nature photographer
a comedian
an innovator
a philosopher
an artistic genius
and a tourism enthusiast
I’m a recovering Catholic
drug fiend and addict,
a drunk, a thief and ex-con,
musician, writer, half assed poet, and fighter,
a drifter, failed husband and father,
horrible dancer, an excellent cook, Atheist, well read and a scholar,
quick tempered, dog person, sports fan, crack shot, I'm also an excellent driver
a dreamer, jokester, gambler,
and friendly
Known to be lazy, sometimes a liar
Worked as a smuggler
too old now to do time
It's the reason that I've retired.
JSB
Is it pure greed that motivates them
Or could it be that they're insecure
That they are lost without it...
Do they really think anyone cares
about them 'going back to work'
Do they value publicity, fame
adulation and little boys' games
so highly that they're willing
to risk their very lives...
All these filthy-rich sports stars
can disappear tomorrow and I,
a former sports fan fanatic,
would cheer that development
Let them get real for a change
The people in this country are
fighting for our lives. We
don't give a hoot about
professional sports anymore
Goodbye, Labron James!
Goodbye, James Harden!
Goodbye, Tom Brady!
Goodbye, Bryce Harper
Farewell and good riddance!
Invented in the 1890's
A sport I played as a youth
Now I've got
the
Brooklyn Nets on T.V.
Can one be a poet and a sports fan?
The answer of course is yes!
There have been many terrific poems
written about athletes
City dreams are hoop dreams
CITY DREAMS ARE HOOP DREAMS
Maybe at 63
I can still dribble and make a basket
Die on the basketball court!
Not a bad way to go!
Fully standard man
Come straight out the can
Right into the pan
According to plan
Sports fan
Sensible sedan
Don't ask how it began
Sleepwalking man
In some kind of jam
Wonder where I am
Think it all a big scam
Malfunctioning man
February 24, 2018
I’ve never taken a swim with the dolphins
But I did swim with the Celtics
One day in Miami
An odd celebrity encounter
Just me and the team
Swimming in the same hotel pool— all together
The men had their shirts off
Incredible beautiful bodies
Muscles, intricate tattoos, six packs for all
Running, jumping, warming up, swimming together
They enjoyed each other’s company – like gentlemen would
Embodying everything you would want to see in a sports team
That moment, I wished I had been a true sports fan
I wished I had known exactly who they were
I would have called them by name, said hi, introduced myself, and asked graciously for a picture
Instead, I just watched them – casually - not interfering –
I smiled if they looked my way
And when I sensed they wanted to race each other
Over the full length of the pool
I immediately moved to the spa
I won’t name or describe the player who won the race
But, for the Celtics fans reading this
I will tell you,
That after the race
They joined me in the spa.
We're angry! What sports fan can blame us?
There hasn't been one loss for Jameis
But off-the-field ruckus
Makes sportscasters muck us
Once famous, now Jameis just shames us
*Written about former FSU quarterback Jameis Winston's run ins with the law.
Being a Philadelphia sports fan
is like being a Hawaiian who likes icicles... what's the point
I barely remember the two years the Flyers won in the seventies
Now the Sixers in 83 that was amazing, but since then...nothing
When I was fifteen I seen the Phillies win it all back in 1980
The next time they won it all I had a son who was fifteen, 28 long years
Oh, and the Eagles, they never won at all, but they're the "gold standard of the league"
In desperation I once rooted for a horse named Smarty Jones to win the Triple Crown
He was from Philly
You guessed it, He lost at the wire as my son and I watched in the rain
on the Parkway right near the Rocky statue
In fact, Rocky is this towns biggest sports hero, shame he's imaginary.
But as of late I have been cheering my mighty Sixer's
Just honoring the guy who made famous the 'who needs practice' quote
They have now lost 21 in a row, a team record
Now our sights are set on the league record at 26 loses in a row
I may take off from work that day
Maybe take a lunch and go downtown and eat with Rocky
Hopefully it isn't raining
Endings,
Unwrap these
Crimsons.
Leaves falling
Soon and I am
Not the Catcher.
But you, you
Sports Fan,
Like the
Lover chases
His tail, now.
I do.
And I pray.
There’s no nut torrid like a sports fan
He wants to see feats not known to man
Watching from his hot seat
While goliaths compete
For the top, the best since time began
© Oct 5 2010 Charles Henderson
6 th in Linda's Sports Limerick contest
Outside a door
I stand.
Above my head
on a second
story landing
lives my soul-mate.
Plain, normal,
not of royalty.
One of sincerity,
creativity,
above all else,
loyalty.
Outside I wait
with mere fascination,
a strong attraction.
I only know her name,
bits and pieces of her life.
I know that she is single
yet to be somebodies
wife.
I know she is a poet,
enjoys writing,
maybe as much as I.
A sports fan
"Go Broncos!!!"
She's the apple of my eye.
Jared Pickett
9/25/09
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