Sports Sonnet Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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The sun beats brighter than it did last month,
with mercury up in the low forties,
my time is running out for winter fun,
March is such a...

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I can’t believe it’s really me
Waist to head, I’m a Christmas tree
From this fat, I’ll never be free
A healthy life I’ll never see

I gained a...

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Here are a handful of hysteric men 
That seem to run random in rationed time,
To pour sweat whatso be the reigning clime, 
Chasing the ball...

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It comes from the sky, white, powdery gifts,
upsets may, but gets us vibrating,
we call in from work, get cover for shifts,
no way we are not...

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Two rust-red tubes running up the hillside,
by the wood's edge, hidden just in the trees,
they have water, and compressed air inside,
pumped up the mountain to...

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I am now "away from the noise,"  
my fruit gum I am chewing.  
Sitting here wondering what the boys,  
could be doing.  

 
 
Now all unpacked,  
a book I...

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Small stadium built in the late forties,
minor-league once, but has been left behind,
built with girders and backless, wooden seats,
a local relic of an older time.
The...

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High-spirited sports car enthusiasts, burning rubber
and speeding in the wind. Motorcycle lovers, making
high-sounding noises. Birds singing by day; crickets
by night. Fight off the mosquitoes, wasps,...

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I won a chess game in the heat, they say that
chess players are nerds, like Robert the rat,
he comes into my garden, can't escape my...

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My many many thoughts linger, 
in the dusting of the springtime, 
I turn pages with my finger, 
I love to read each loving rhyme. 

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Spring is the time to venture out and play
the pretty flowers are wearing the bees
maybe it is bright and sunny all day
early morning may come...

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Sitting astride a frozen mountainside,
eighty others waiting their turn to go,
on the slope blue and red gates a path scribe,
a man says, “racer ready;” so...

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Erroneous mirror scatters his face
        Mills his skin into thin porous powder
      ...

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Away the land of the flame tree blossoms
  Orient blown athwart a yellow moon,
to hearken the far sound of dragon drums
  and ride...

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