The "Brotherly Shove"
also known as the "Tush Push"
works for the Eagles.
When they need some short yardage
for a first down or touchdown.
Categories:
yardage, football, sports,
Form: Tanka
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clinging flesh tethered bones
fumbling
- yardage
uncatchable
losing ground
ephemeral scope
a leathered novelty
of jumbling alphabets
despairing formation
a semblance
of hope
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a gram
a whiff of air
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most desperate kind
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Categories:
yardage, allusion, analogy, angst, anxiety,
Form: Shape
Adjust and move four words for worth/
Aghast at July 4th I’ll power forward north /
Away from what’s been uncovered worse than I’ve ever been coerced
I devour and nourish as the demeanor looks gorgeous/
He could just be mean and cook gorges/
Or spree clean to book and flee out of storage in the mind/
Got to get adorned oranges to be hoarded all timed and primed/
For the reminiscence of my minutes to cinch/
Or seconds to seize as I inch through this decadence towards reverence/
I’ll replenish and diminish the sacks and lost yardage/
It’s 4th and 4 hence the past porridge to sift in historic pork/
Let’s get to the meat of the stork like underneath the bark of an oak/
I won’t sulk I’ll spark and soak in my marinade/
I stare and gaze with a glare and a glaze/
Going through phase after phase/
Placed in places where there are no choices just voices/
Demands, directions, reprimands and disciplinary actions for noises/
Their discrete dealings and doings drive dimwits down from poises/
Disillusioned durations debunk the punk directly to become disinfected from a disenchanted situation and he rejoices
Categories:
yardage, angst, anxiety, art, character,
Form: Rhyme
There is some great news I have found:
Last year's Heisman Trophy winner is Philly bound.
The Eagles have a receiver in which they can take pride.
DeVonta Smith comes from Alabama's Crimson Tide.
He can catch the ball, and blaze down the field.
Plenty of yardage and points this young man can yield.
So in Philly, there should be some optimism this season.
This talented college player is the reason.
from news found on nfl.com
Categories:
yardage, football, sports,
Form: Rhyme
Yards of colored fiber,
Yielding to knitter's will.
Yank in front of kitten,
Yes, it will attack it.
Yarn made of wool will scratch,
Yet makes warmer clothing.
Yardage differs with type.
4/24/21
A Pleiades
Categories:
yardage, clothes,
Form: Pleiades
The forty-hour work week
kept same its firm streak,
but aging held a revealing
of different Friday feelings.
Beginning work at eighteen,
Monday became a wait thing,
a crawl to Friday night’s scene
when I was up for any
of mostly everything
with little sleep in between.
Even when newlywed, Friday
eve fun was weekend spread.
Then came baby, mortgage
a freedom shortage,
endless yardage, garbage,
cleaning and laundry bondage –
all with no rules or stoppage.
Friday lost all past flare
as my present life tone
shone it as a day for prayer:
that once I got home
I would be left alone
to merge in silence rare
with my reclining chair.
Categories:
yardage, age, change, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Each and every day is a blessing,
I feel gratitude to God above
as I wake and begin dressing
and finally life fits like a glove.
A cup of coffee to get me started
feed the squirrels and birds
as the day begins imparted
my mind fills unspoken words..
Still and silent lay the snow
upon the yardage displayed
in the shadows the sun bestows
in the blessings of this day.
Greet the sky, the sun, the world
welcome the day's warmth
as winter slowly reveals it's pearls
eased along the wintry north.
Little peeks of greenery
rise above the frozen eartrh
to hint of spring's oncoming scenery
and the wonder of rebrth.
What a day it is
returning warmth and sun
thankful for all God's gifts
with each new day begun.
Categories:
yardage, appreciation, day, god,
Form: Quatrain
Our lives can take so many turns
And some quite unexpected,
But one thing everybody learns
Is that we're not protected
From heartaches, losses, tears and grief.
If luck is in our favor,
Their visits will be swift and brief
And leave no bitter flavor.
So therefore we can then rejoice
When smiles make an appearance
And by our actions, make the choice
To run some interference
And gain some yardage for the good
And give the bad a sacking,
Advice that if it's followed would
Not let our joy be lacking.
We cannot plan for what's ahead.
The future that we're facing
Will be much better if instead
Of dread there is embracing.
Categories:
yardage, life,
Form: Rhyme
When the offense takes the field for an attack,
you linemen have to protect your quarterback.
The defense is out to catch him in a sack.
If they could, anyone would like to break his back.
In the huddle, the quarterback makes the call.
At the start of play, he takes the snap of the ball.
Will the play be a pass, or a handoff for a run?
It all looks like a blur once the action has begun.
Everything is serious work and hardly fun.
Follow the playbook, and the game will be won.
For all the points and the yardage gains,
the quarterback pays the price with aches and pains.
After the game, you can hear his joints creak.
He has to get up and do it all again next week.
Categories:
yardage, sports, work,
Form: Rhyme
Seventy years ago I became involved in a game.
A game, which allotted me no times out,
Nor was I given the ability to punt.
I have played this game not always full out,
But have never ceased to believe
That I would be more than a marginal player,
Because God is my coach;
This game, at times, has found me with feelings dinged,
Ego bruised, and requiring time in the whirlpool.
There have been times when I would have chosen to lateral
But life made no provision for that.
During times when obstacles seemed insurmountable,
And I was penalized by the odds,
God, my coach, allowed me to prevail.
There were times when youthful impatience,
Or perhaps the Devil,
Told me "Go for it all",
And invariably I would fall incomplete,
Or one of life's speed bumps would sack me.
At other times I've ripped off huge chunks of yardage
Quickly moving the chains down the field,
And into the red zone;
Today, I find myself in the fourth quarter,
And inside the two-minute warning;
Since I'm destined to be a winner,
And God will soon take me from this game
The most promising option left
Is to take a knee and wait for time to expire.
Then Heavens scoreboard will read GAME OVER.
Categories:
yardage, allegorygod, me, god, me,
Form: Free verse