Wow, another Super Bowl Sunday is upon us here,
While it's treated like a national holiday.
Yet consumption can be measured by all the beer,
As the gallons are poured while they play.
No matter the victor, there's a residue of pain,
As the long off-season is cause for withdrawl.
Even though touchdowns may set records to gain,
They're soon forgotten as the sports world is a crawl.
Now fans do their best to show interest elsewhere,
However basketball and golf just don't fill the void.
This is where the withdrawl is thick in the air,
Only to desperately begin searching their I-phone or android.
We mustn't forget another creation in the wake,
When millions of football widows then flood the streets.
Looking diligently for another interest they can take,
That won't remind them of shoulder pads or cleats.
So as the build-up to the game slowly comes to pass,
We should mention the epic commercials that are placed.
As they attempt to ease the pain from fumbles on the grass,
To all those that lost their bets...and have that bad aftertaste.
slightest chill in the air this eve.
prospect of pumpkins blinking;
and apple, sour and sweet, pies;
sweater hugs and hot beverages;
passes and touchdowns; falling
leaves, piled high with laughter.
Mama’s Thanksgiving plans went awry.
Football lovers might understand why.
Mama called for the blessing.
Everyone was obsessing
over touchdowns. Mom uttered a sigh.
“Keep the food warm till two,” Daddy said.
A huge turkey leg glanced off his head.
To the table, all scurried,
for they’d grown rather worried
Mama might next be hurling the bread.
Hooray!
Wet grassy feet fill my soccer cleats.
Hot sweaty teens run fast track meets.
She skis down sugary mountain tops.
He begs his coach to play shortstop.
Footballs, field goals, fumbles.
Touchdowns, tackles, tumbles.
My mother keeps warm with hot brown drinks,
as I learn to skate on chilly rinks.
A sadly splintered hockey stick, from a two-quick hat trick.
A winning catch is cradled in a well-loved mitt.
Tiger wins with a hole in one.
Miniature golf is much more fun.
Double dribble the whistle blows.
Excitement on the court grows!
Busy balls dunked in their hoops.
"Hooray" the three cheers for the ALLEY -OOP!
The Kansas City Chiefs will try
To chop the Buccaneers down
But the boss Tom Brady
Isn't messing around
He'll throw more touchdowns
Than the law allows
Snatching out the Chief's
Feathers, making his fans proud
We had the snacks, including chips
And watched the game in little clips
Including the commercials, though,
Which ones I missed I wouldn’t know.
For grandkids joined us for the Bowl
With seeing touchdowns not the goal,
But rather hanging out to spend
Some time with us; their daddy’s friend
Who lives nearby, was having guests
For Super Bowl, so we were pressed
To watch the kids – a total joy
To host our favorite girl and boy.
I hardly focused on the score
(To me, it’s mostly all a bore)
But I would guess we had more fun
Than, at their party, anyone.
FATE'S FOOTFALLS
I'm on the thirty-five yard line
theball is in my hand
But I trip and fumble first down
I got a job now suddenly I'm fired
this must be my call
I'm then tackled it's...fates footfalls
I'm running for my life
Seems like I'm forever being chased
By life misfortune trying to reach the line of scrimmage
Recieving down yhe field of life to be the winner
Even a field goal would mean much
Running past defensive tackles
What's the matter life's trying stop my touchdowns
But I run on firm and strong
gonna past those gaols for a touch down
All this bring it on, I'm gonna make it through lifes game
Gonna win that Superbowl ring
And I won't be tackled by fates footfalls
03/7/18
For Contest: FATE'S FOOTFALLS
Sponsored by: JOHN LAWLESS
©2018
On a game field of the greenest grass
We’d touch, I’d run, and you’d pass.
I’d gain ground and you’d intercept.
Every game, we leapt and swept
Into the end zone to a climatic end;
Nothing left to defend or offend,
Too many touchdowns to surmount,
No personal injuries or fouls to recount.
Then, offsides, false start, taunting?
Your penalty flags left me wanting,
Challenging every yellow thong thrown;
Then ejected, exiled to the Friend Zone!
oh dear what can the matter be
come now and let's try and see
was it the patriots loss
or eagles touchdowns toss
this time was glad to see all stand
singing our anthem and holding hands
2/6/18
for oh dear what can the matter be contest
gl all
They were ahead of Cincinnati by
two touchdowns and still lost.
Writing poems I always enjoy
Even though others may annoy
Like my wife while watching TV
Who wants to be sitting beside me.
TV always seems so dull and boring
But to beautiful wife I am adoring
With our TV has become entranced
Seeing football players as they danced.
Way she wanted, game never went
And now I know by what she meant
Another game her team did botch
So this is last one she will watch.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
Fall brings football season.
Friends, family gather,
for friendly rivalry.
Food and drink are a must!
Field goals and touchdowns scored;
fouls flagged by referees.
Faithful fans come alive!
8/28/15
A Super Bowl Ring
Me and my cat were solemnly sitting
And on line words all started fitting
To form a poem of prevalent pleasure
Which forever I will always try to treasure.
Story started out so very splendid
That by the time it had ended
My mind and spirit were enlightened
Had lost weight and belt was tightened.
Calories make fat and minds mentality
Need a home in South to have hospitality
And after writing poems by the score
Wonder what raven did for evermore.
In gargantuan stadium football would play
Trying to lead other teams astray
So many touchdowns they may accomplish
Which is what will meet their owner's wish.
And of course naturally their final goal
Was to end up on TV in Super Bowl
Then of football be a beloved king
With big ego while wearing Super Bowl ring.
When the weather is fair
Touchdowns and field goals, I cheer;
When it is stormy with a loss,
With the team I stand, supporting;
Good and Bad
Win, loose or tie
Not just a Fair Weather Fan
Burgundy and Gold for life
Just like football I am trying to reach the goal
Zigzagging down the field of life to keep from getting bowled
It is first down in the morning as that whistle rocks my head
Just a little button hook to get me out of bed
I am tackled within three steps as my son bursts through the door
His sister went long with his mobile phone to even up the score
I coach them how to play together, not to scream and shout
Both are yanked from the game for a personal time out
At ten AM in the second quarter I think I am gaining ground
The dog intercepts a pass by the cat to turn the game around
Racing out the patio door that dog and cat did mesh
It cost the dog a bout in his cage for unnecessary roughness
Halftime brings the team together to analyze performance
After lunch we play again to make good a second chance
The clock winds down with end zone in sight, dinner takes a tumble
An audible I had to call because the cake I fumbled
And finally in quarter four, the game down to the wire
A revelation that no one else could manage this empire
Though touchdowns are sweet in life, one thing I came to know
Sometimes to win the game at hand you only need a field goal
Hey Jesus Christ is our Quarterback,
He's MVP and never gets sacked,
Twelve Apostles are the rest of the team,
The Bible is their rule and Jesus is their steam.
They always win and never lose,
Cheering for souls for God to use,
With Father God as the Heavenly Coach,
The Holy Spirit now will approach.
God's Angels are the team to try,
Wearing their jerseys all will fly,
Across the goal line happily,
Scoring touchdowns for Eternity.
Some are not fans of this great sport,
Wait till you join this Heavenly Court,
And be a player on a winning streak,
God's Angels team is quite unique.
Teresa Skyles
Co-written Linda-Marie Bariana one of the best poets on soup.
Entered in Chris D.Aechter"2nd.chance"contest
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