+25here came day
drama excitement glory is pay
there goes whistle
players ready to solve dramatic puzzle
in the 15th
pass by flanker
in good position to score try
but alert is word
as there comes the defense
in the 20th
attempt in success mode
as flyhalf scores try
more joy ahead
as conversion follows
the opponent shows their power
but home team shows their strength
match about to end
once again flyhalf scores
happiness is word
score says 15-6
in favour of home team
rejoice is say of fans
as they say
bravo
This poem was written/submitted by rohan bendre.
+6 Sports poetry keeps on popping up here at GottaBook, in this case with me adding to the world’s collection of hockey poems (in Fib form). What can I say? I love sports almost as much as I love food, so expect to see more poems on both topics as time goes on. You have been warned. Happy Poetry Friday (with links collected at Big A little a)….
GETTING READY
by
Gregory K.
Pads.
Glove.
Face mask.
All I ask…
By all that’s holy,
Survive my first game as goalie
This poem was written/submitted by Harry.
-5Technology in swimming is on its way to being doomed .As they want to ban the LZR racer swimming costume .So in London , 2012 , what will become of them .The swimming suits worn by tall women and shaven headed men .Times are getting faster and they have blamed the speedy swimsuit .They say its like having an flipper on each and every foot .A few hundredths of a second is the advantage you get , In full body racing suits that don’t even seem to get wet .What about goggles and hats and rubber gloves upon your hands , They might become distributed souvenirs for all the fans . Maybe its time to revert back to normal swimsuits again , Then when gold medals are won there will be nothing left to blame .
This poem was written/submitted by Paul McCann.
+3 i broke my finger once.
it caused just a wince
of discomfort,
mostly because
it meant wasting time
on x-rays and trying
to keep the cast dry
while taking a shower.
it was one of those ohwells,
like when a car breaks down
on the way to a football game -
a pity, but not much more that that.
that was before
i started playing golf.
now – a sprained thumb
of my right hand!
the agony of not being able
to grip the club properly
for few days is just
too much to bear,
shit!
This poem was written/submitted by Bogeyman.
+4 A bad day it was
for me today,
all i wanted
was to go out and play.
I got out alright
in my big green yard,
but everyone else
plays too hard.
What was fun for others
wasn’t for me.
because of all
that was done to me.
They picked me up
and through me around,
let me drop
and hit the ground.
Repeatingly hitting me
with their big wooden sticks,
hit me so hard
and left all kinds of nicks.
I began wearing white
now i’m covered in dirt,
Id just love to play
without getting hurt
My clothes are now torn
and i am covered in stitches
so i guess i wont be used
for any more pitches.
This poem was written/submitted by Robert Arthur Miller, USA.
+7 growing up in country
play a lot of sport
fun thing to do with mates
use bat, or ball is caught
we were always swimming
in the creek at first
then moved to Olympic pool
chlorine in eyes was worst
play short-stop at softball
in hockey centre-half-back
have casual hit of tennis
Dad teaches golfing knack
thankful for opportunity
built strong lungs and bones
helps with co-ordination
and team skill hones
This poem was written/submitted by Lee Emmett, Australia.
+6 Let’s go Green Bay
All our fans say hay!
Come on Brett Farve
Can you ever get those few yards?
Our defense is pretty good
That we could beat the people in da hood
This year let’s beat the Colts
Then have a celebration with bolts
So we need to win
To help us in the end
Then we will make it to the playoffs
And tell the other team to “Stay off”
When we make it to the Superbowl
We’ll say “we’re on a roll!”
That’s why they’re my favorite
And someday everyone will be into it
This poem was written/submitted by Cory Joe Fuqua, USA.
