Volley Poems - Poems about Volley

In swim trunks, the balls were out. Each one scored a mighty shout. digressed to a maul, in a beachside brawl Winners here in serious doubt. ...

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I do enjoy verbal tennis wordplay may be a game outwit outsmart the opponent is the only aim lobbing phrases across the net volley and rally back and forth no one's a loser and yet those precious few who think on their feet will always win have you beat Shakespeare is the all-time champ merely a player with poem and sonnet through thick and thin he'd go...

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They're going to war with themselves by trying to attack you this is how you know they aren't bright so pray for light in dark fools weapons formed will come against but will hit many brick walls a blank face will hide smiles under the surface as they take swift falls these magic tricks are just that so ring the alarm on close...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXXIII IF ever I had a country, a country where I were, by virtue of the highly meritorious and exceptional services rendered to the State in conning and duping the People, persuaded to assume the role ...

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The aggressive ones argue with the rules. They spike the balls, making us look like fools. I am not good at returning, and horrible at the serve. Come on! Let’s play volleyball you say, if you have the nerve. Frankly I don’t, all my memories are sad. I was one of the worst ones. Ask my Mom or Dad. Do not...

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VOLLEY WORLDS LIKE TABLE TENNIS Table tennis Isn’t the menace Didn’t you mention? Hearts full of toil Bleeding tendencies of old Rancid particles Already hidden astronomical What is my purpose? How can I imagine When I got my mindful Wonders beyond fathom Come let’s embrace the world Volley the ball? 9/11/18 Written by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018...

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If very hard read, take the log from your eye - or perhaps it's the wrong creed meriting such custard pie. Language archaic? Well so what if it scans Neither Norse nor Aramaic, I'm certain most understand. A trifle obscure? My due consternation! Still … are you certain 'it's ... sure ... not poor imagination?...

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Jousting and parrying the parasol defend the brolly ...

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Rainfall washing Light splashes on windowpane… Leaving nothing behind No pattern or trace… If only those tears Anguishly wept for you… Upon your deathbed Had washed away… Cleansing the pain That even now abrades my spirit…...

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