Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am!
I have no disease, from which to fear.
Nor, do I live to be a winning poet!
I am just average, and I do know it.
A family outstanding, fills my heart with joy.
A grandchild, off with honors, to University!
A Varsity-lettered, humbled, grown boy!
Remind me, Lord, how blessed I am!
I outlived a most dreaded, deadly, disease..
Let me live each day, full of gratitude!
Spare me the sin of writing, lazy platitudes.
Above all, like you, teach me how to forgive.
And with compassion, with joy, everyday to fully live!
Not to take, but with a joyous heart, to fully give!
Categories:
varsity, faith, family, god, grandson,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, the 1990's,
songs by Seattle grunge,
and boy band's romanticism.
Daughter was a cheerleader beauty,
blonde effervescence.
Petite strength,
with her smile of enthusiasm,
tossed up in adolescent flight..
Friday night varsity football games,
roaring bonfire for the Homecoming
in October's night of a crisp chill.
High school boyfriend faded into
nostalgia's mist of memories.
Twenty-four years have passed,
a Mom in her forties,
my grandchildren her joy.
Two decades of life's rewards,
some sorrow.
Alma mater moments-
those times are reborn,
verve. ~
Categories:
varsity, 7th grade, 8th grade,
Form: Free verse
Spring made this teen, just drool, drool.
Dreaming of the Varsity hero, like a silly fool.
To die, in his ripped, tanned, strong arms.
To be his love, she sighed, a blessed charm!
3/13/2024
Categories:
varsity, boy, crush, cute, dream,
Form: Monorhyme
Little Man Grown
8/18/2023
Thirteen years ago, he picked up a bat!
In love, he knew where his future was at.
In Major League Baseball, you get it?
Six-feet, tall now, he can really, hit it!
But this Grandma, misses her little tyke,
Who rode a tricycle and flew a silver kite.
He’ s a player on junior varsity these days.
And in other states, baseball with joy, plays!
Categories:
varsity, baseball, boy, grandmother, grandson,
Form: Rhyme
For a perfect week, and hoping all poets, shared the same.
It was fun winning honorable mention in
the Musk poetry game.
The day before, was a POTD, and though a novice,
Team Poetry made me feel special.
Bless each and every poet,who took time to
comment,….. so warm and deferential!
No medical problems do I have, nor my family either.
I don’t do poetry all day, I enjoy watching movies,
just to take a breather!
My grandson made the Junior baseball varsity team.
With a high scholastic average, he really has a
smile that just beams!
And so, thank you God, for these awesome
people and your gifts, unending,
Protect all poets here tonight, as a brand
new week is pending.
2/5/2023
Categories:
varsity, god, night, poets, prayer,
Form: Couplet
Byron didn't wait for me.
Across the hall Becky tried not to look.
Chalk was everywhere.
Knuckles was already suspended.
Trailing the varsity jackets I
Oscillated between chic and irreverent.
Someone yelled, "barf!"
Charades and hustlers cover every inch.
How am I going to find my locker?
Oswald points me to "304."
Oblong and wrong I walk there.
Looking forward, looking backward.
Categories:
varsity, school,
Form: Acrostic
This tale of my greatest performance
many may think insufficient and small.
I learned a lesson: Don't give in to chance;
if you want something, give it your all!
This tale occurred way back in seventh grade,
when everything is either do or die.
I led cheers in sixth at another school,
and was one of those chosen to now try.
The jury was the high school Varsity.
The competition: lovely Jannance,
who won EVERYTHING so easily
we other three stood barely a chance.
I would act like a cheerleader should be:
peppy, happy, and be sure to yell loud.
Jannance went first and softly spoke the cheer
She wouldn't be heard above any crowd.
Well, I cheered like there were no tomorrows,
and, later that day, I learned I had won.
A lesson I've kept through smiles and sorrows:
We can leap hurdles in life's distance run!
May 12, 2022
The Greatest Performance of my Life Poetry Contest
by JCB Brul
A First Place
Categories:
varsity, 7th grade, anxiety, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
The majority of mine lxiii years
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted...
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive,
intuitive, contemplative bookworm)
with scrunched pate,
a day short and a dollar late
one dime a dozen lad
hood scrimp and scrape,
a familiar pattern typified fate
viz - hand to mouth bleak
how zing existence aye equate
extant throughout three score
plus three years date
journeys round el sol,
this varsity schlepper, procrastinator,
malingerer did create
current emotional state
mottled with sea henna tint
financial, emotional and
psychosocial characteristics stint
aye serum eyes while
in utero the blueprint
indelibly etched analogous
brand York Peppermint
also analogous to musician
recording tracks upon primed glint
ting digitized compact disc
clear polycarbonate plastic substrate,
a reflective metallic layer,
and a clear protective coating
of acrylic plastic
breakable as flint.
Categories:
varsity, animal, bird, crush, divorce,
Form: Rhyme
Once lived an energetic lad in Montreal
He was rather large, I would say, seven feet tall
Tough as old shoe leather
He did not care whether
He played with varsity team basketball, at all.
written July 23, 2021
Categories:
varsity, basketball, sports,
Form: Limerick
Lights from stars and galaxies keep on turning,
memories by spirit fire of time in that we burning.
Time streams through the realms of wonder,
flashes of moments faded away, come with a thunder.
Celestial river of time with faultless rhythm,
ocean of eons in years sublime precision.
Shores of Moons in ebb and flow,
many life’s without consent come and go.
Today is already tomorrow on the other side,
sensing the blood of time running in veins as ride.
Winding back the clock by killing time,
as it makes injured fools of us again.
Life is but a varsity of eternity,
learning that those who force time,
are pushed back in that same.
Those who allow yielding to time,
corrected judgment in prime.
Master of time by perception spiral,
the center dot as conscience bible.
The being of all ages with infinite between shores,
time of healing are the reasoning doors.
The councilor of time is wise,
considering that we are only guests
in this almighty device.
Categories:
varsity, 12th grade, destiny, future,
Form: Ballad
Sex 101
by Michael R. Burch
That day the late spring heat
steamed through the windows of a Crayola-yellow schoolbus
crawling its way up the backwards slopes
of Nowheresville, North Carolina...
Where we sat exhausted
from the day’s skulldrudgery
and the unexpected waves of muggy,
summer-like humidity...
Giggly first graders sat two abreast
behind senior high students
sprouting their first sparse beards,
their implausible bosoms, their stranger affections...
The most unlikely coupling—
Lambert, 18, the only college prospect
on the varsity basketball team,
the proverbial talldarkhandsome
swashbuckling cocksman, grinning...
Beside him, Wanda, 13,
bespectacled, in her primproper attire
and pigtails, staring up at him,
fawneyed, disbelieving...
And as the bus filled with the improbable musk of her,
as she twitched impaled on his finger
like a dead frog jarred to life by electrodes,
I knew...
that love is a forlorn enterprise,
that I would never understand it.
Keywords/Tags: first love, sex, sexy, lust, passion, desire, school, student, teen, teenage, learning, bus, foreplay, fingering, odor, musk, romance, romantic, humiliation
Categories:
varsity, desire, first love, lust,
Form: Free verse
A Tom Wright opinion
(Do the crime, do the time)
11-14-2019
White collar crime,
such as “Varsity Blues.”
Perp’s haven’t spent a day,
in a poor man’s shoes.
Generally a judge admonishes,
with a slap on the wrist.
The Rich & Famous crimes,
will be nearly dismissed.
Oh, a judge will mete out something,
due to public outcry.
Causing much head scratching,
not understanding why?
Just because a person lives,
higher up on the stalk.
Doesn’t mean they’re entitled,
to a free pass, and walk.
Categories:
varsity, corruption, culture,
Form: Lyric
I've Walked Alone
On many a night I've walked alone
through endless streets of cobblestone
On this cloudless night it feels real calm
not even a branch of a tree does qualm
On this night a truce has been reborn
I'll never take a breath of a man's scorn
On many a night I've walked alone
through many domain of endless woods atone
There's a varsity of wolves calling to their mates
sometimes I do wish I could fulfill my plate
on these endless woods the sounds are so inviting
All the callings of the creatures are simply enticing
On many a night I've walked alone
through many streets, endless woods and cobblestone.
05/25/ 2015
Evelyn Knight
Categories:
varsity, how i feel,
Form: Sonnet
She was a beautiful girl
Dark and plush like her dad,
I held her in my hands,
Smiling was she, the eldest
Of my sister's motherhood.
She has grown up now,
She is a woman,
A fool with dirty cash has caught her,
It was her younger sister first,
Now safely hidden at varsity,
Thug is brainless with money,
A few ciders and grills,
My niece has a worm in head,
She cannot see beyond
The shrinking horizon of lynx money.
My little girl,
Stop that enterprise,
There is no reality in it,
It is an unjust, shameful relationship.
Who are you to tell me that?
You are not my father!
Little niece,
Have you ever seen your father?
Categories:
varsity, niece,
Form: ABC
On many a night I've walked alone
through endless streets of cobblestone
on this cloudless night it feels real calm
not even a branch of a tree does qualm.
On this night a truce has been reborn
I'll never take a breath of a man's scorn
On many a night I've walked alone
through many domains of endless woods atone.
There's a varsity of wolves calling to their mates
sometimes I do wish I could fulfill my own plates
on these endless woods the sounds are so inviting
all the callings of the creatures are simply enticing.
On many a night I've walked on so alone, so alone
through endless streets, endless woods and cobblestone.
02/21/2017
Erin A.Charles
Categories:
varsity, how i feel,
Form: Sonnet
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