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You could not wait til halftime to check your poem or add one.

2. You wrote a sonnet about pretty horses. (Broncos)

3.You wrote a poem about kittens.(Panthers)

4. As the ball soars through the air, you are reminded of a bird in flight.

5. A Superbowl commercial inspired a new poem.

6. You paused the game with your DVR to write a piece.

7. You think the referees look like majestic Zebra on the African plains.

8. You ponder the coin toss and wonder of chance and philosophical questions as to whether life is like a paradox, then write yourself a poem about it.

9. When a tackle is made, you think upon the animalistic nature of humanity and write a haiku about it.

10. There is a notebook and pen right next to your remote and munchies.

11. You have a neck ache due to looking at your hellopoetry site and then back up at the t.v.

12. You write  Peyton Manning farewell poem.

13. The commentator of the game makes a poetical statement and you use it in your latest poem.

14. The crowd boos a player and you feel compelled to write the pain of number 94 in a poem.

15. Last but not least, you might be a poet if you are reading this and the game is on.
The internal pain
Has struck me again.
Turning me blue
Hating everything I do.
Taking me down
Hearing me drown.

But **** it,
I will never submit.
 Feb 2016 paul passero
Miki
Roses are red
I'm done
Hello me
it's me again
I get the feeling
I can't come in

it's been months now
on the outside
and I don't have a soul
to confide

Confusing as such
try my world much
the TV talks

yes to me
there are things Im sure
others just don't see

and suicide cheers
outside jeers
it would be sadder had I succeeded
lord if they knew the world that proceeded




Hello me,
its me again
I'd like help getting back outside
see I'm locked in

a place others fail to see
when they smile and look at me
Wait no, covering is getting harder
reality is getting farther

mixed in the madness is truth I know
but how do you tell them what is and ain't so

I think the truth finds me
my job isn't to make others see

Why is beauty hidden in lies
Why does my mind stay jailed while my soul flies
" about my personal journey into crazy "
Your love
warms my heart
when it feels
torn apart

I can't wait to see you
but you can't wait to see me too

You lay your head in my lap
and look up at me
you kiss me and I go

          Yuck!

because you haven't brushed your teeth
still you have no forefingers
so your forgiven
just to love others you are driven

Except maybe the mailman
for him you disdain
I think in a different world
he caused your species pain

Oh, little jack Russell
some say you need a muzzle
I love your little rough and tumble

my best friend
my jack Russell
Caper

     the baper!
About my daughter...oh, that's a scary thought...about my little jack russell
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