"penalties" poems
It goes( as it
always goes, to )
: ! PENALTIES !
A chorus of "Oh Noooos'!"
rises from the fans like
winter breath from cattle
Hamlet, places it:
...steps back to take it
&. . .
"Do it England!"
the fanatic fans chant
"Dooooo....Itttt...Angle...la...and!"
Hamlet thinks
( No...nOOOO Hamlet don't
. . .think! )
But it is alas -too late
he has
already thunked!
"If it be now, 'tis not
to come; if it be not to come
it will be now!"
"Duh!" the fans think
"Agggghh...just
do it!"
The thoughts sprout
from his great big noggin like
a cartoon speech bubble.
"...if it be now now
yet
it will come!"
"The readiness is all!"
Hamlet runs up to
the waiting ball.
Hamlet hushes his
thought process
strikes the ball with his right foot &. . .
"To be or, aggggghhhh noooooo!"
After that comma that
negative sentence.
'NOT TO BE!"
jeer the rival fans
'GIT THEEEE...TOA...NONE...ER...EEE!"
Hamlet ends it all
with a bare bodkin.
"O, O, O, O." Dies
"Football is not...."
as Shankly so succinctly
put it
"...a matter of life and death.
It's. . .
much much more important than that!"
The rest.
Is.
silence.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
I'm a fan of Vontaze Burfict
Though he may not be perfect
For he gives players concussions
To continue the daily discussions
Of the power of his percussion
To receive a hall of fame induction
That is where his value is derived
So what do these penalties imply?
That the referees have a preconceived notion of him
And are preemptively looking to treat him grim
Which gives his team a lesser chance to win
Which makes the biased referees grin
We are a country that idolizes quarterbacks
Every other position we're quick to attack
We only care about who has the ball
And laughing at others when they fall
We worship that which is shiny
And view everything else as grimy
Quarterbacks become celebrities incredulously
While everyone else is treated impetuously
The NFL is like America
Politics makes it harder to watch
The Patriots are boring and plain
They win constantly
The Bengals are entertaining and rough around the edges
They show promise and potential that is never realized
In a nation
Of provocation
I'd rather proudly call myself a bengal
I know that seems an idealistic angle
But Cincinnati provides no coziness or protection
You must always avoid discriminate detection
Of those that call themselves patriots
That drive blue and white chariots
And penalize players unnecessarily
For African Americanning
We really fumbled the ball
Because of the ref's call
That treats us unequally
How they have fun evilly
They can arbitrarily treat whoever however
But a concussion will make them less clever
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 5:31 PM UTC
HAMLET AT THE WORLD CUP
It goes( as it
always goes, to )
: ! PENALTIES !
A chorus of "Oh Noooos'!"
rises from the fans like
winter breath from cattle
Hamlet, places it:
...steps back to take it
&. . .
"Do it England!"
the fanatic fans chant
"Dooooo....Itttt...Angle...la...and!"
Hamlet thinks
( No...nOOOO Hamlet don't
. . .think! )
But it is alas -too late
he has
already thunked!
"If it be now, 'tis not
to come; if it be not to come
it will be now!"
"Duh!" the fans think
"Agggghh...just
do it!"
The thoughts sprout
from his great big noggin like
a cartoon speech bubble.
"...if it be not now
yet
it will come!"
"The readiness is all!"
Hamlet runs up to
the waiting ball.
Hamlet hushes his
thought process
strikes the ball with his right foot &. . .
"To be or, aggggghhhh noooooo!"
After that comma that
negative sentence.
'NOT TO BE!"
jeer the rival fans
'GIT THEEEE...TOA...NONE...ER...EEE!"
Hamlet ends it all
with a bare bodkin.
"O, O, O, O." Dies
"Football is not...."
as Shankly so succinctly
put it
"...a matter of life and death.
It's. . .
much much more important than that!"
The rest.
Is.
silence.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 5:59 PM UTC
Today it starts,
A game of two halves.
Shame no one told us.
They will play,
We will watch
With one eye half shut
They will talk,
Another good game.
But fail like 1970,
To claim a prize,
We think of our own.
I was two the only time,
We raised a trophy,
That my father saw,
Being held aloft in ’66.
We claim our three lions roar,
Only they whimper out of tournaments,
With nothing, but a story of penalties,
And another cross bar denying.
So I say what will be different,
This four year cycle?
I know that the pain will be the same,
Angry words chanted, and dreams shattered
But then there is always
A spark of hope…
Or the next time.
©Nick Strong
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
Fanatics fixed their eyes upon
The screen to cheer their team
The mood there in the air was tense
Tricolor seemed out of steam
The clock was counting down
The time was drawing nigh
Doomed to lose and head on home
Bid Russia their goodbye
An errant shot deflected out
Gave them one last chance
To score a goal and prance about
Show off their famous dance
From the corner, the ball soared in
A hero rose above
Mina smacked it with his head
And won his country's love
England shocked to see the win
Snatched right from their grasp
Colombia delirious
Successful at last gasp
And thus the game was sent along
Into the overtime
Two periods were played to nil
Two teams full in their prime
Penalties would now decide
Which team would advance
The locals glued to their tvs
The nation in a trance
Falcao scores! Kane as well!
Cuadrado, Rashford too!
Muriel then strikes one home
Tricolor up three to two!
Ospina blocks the next one
Hypes up the frenzied crowd
But Uribe hits the crossbar
And the silence echoes loud
Trippier knots it up again
We're down to final shots
Bacca fails to get his through
Past Pickford's valiant swat
Fate rests upon this final kick
Well placed with perfect spin
Just past Ospina's outstreched hands
Dier seals the win
The cafeteros reel from shock
No sign of jubilation
But still the crowd, crushed in defeat
Show their appreciation
Colombia eliminated
We give them all a hand
And though their World Cup here is done
I'm now their biggest fan
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:58 AM UTC
I thought when I'd turn to moss,
- when i had left myself to root.
When I had laid me down at last,
Than I'd not miss you endlessly.
I did not know I'd find my soul
dancing lithely in a flame.
A spanish dancer I've become
flickering my reds and blues.
I jump from wick to match to ash
and dance my saraband, contritely.
Yet I thought that when I sighed so lastly
undone would neatly fold away
like origami boutonniere
I'd be pressed between your book
something that you'd heave to shelf
and only gather dust and time.
Regrets, it seems, don't like
to die. So
I'm left haunted by my haunting.
And had I known before I wept
that remonstration without intention
was leaving all the notes unsung
by leaving catching in my voice.
I am singing in the mountains, madly
about what does not skip in the fields
and what does not drip from the sapling...
For love does neither frolic gayly
as much endures beyond repentance.
and I am left, on pebble shores
forever with my sharp withholdings
Stubbornly I held onto them,
Now they cut my like small diamonds.
I am glass and they are listless
wasted, mindless, pointless prattle.
Remind me fresh our penalties for
All the love we do not spend.
Sahn
7/01/2014
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
I turn off the lights and hide beneath a blanket
phone dimmed,
laptop closed until I absolutely must open it.
Still,
11:21 pm and in comes a figure
to tell me to go to bed or risk the penalties.
He's trying to help me.
Hypocrisy.
The next day in the halls
and there is a figure in a hoodie,
backpack off one shoulder,
and I want to apologize but the look in his eyes hasn't changed
and somehow I know I was right,
that something is wrong,
that the search the night before hadn't been so pointless.
Hypocrisy.
Suddenly the air in my lungs is a brick
there in the hallway,
a sliver of eye contact before I look away
hide my arms when his are on display for all to see,
and I know anything I could say
in that very moment would be
Hypocrisy.
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
Hand
book
time
table
penalties
forms-
submission
lecture
mental construction
lecture
speech
lecture
tracing
language
c i r c u i t s
CORE
m o d u l e s
understanding individuals and groups
affect, motivation & cognition
supervisor agreement
ethics application
examination
current issues in attitude (research)
social neuros(cienc)es
judgment & decision making
DEADLINES.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 9:29 AM UTC
Cherish these memories.
Precious as can be.
Blindly chasing goals,
has is own penalties.
And your enemies,
will swipe your knees.
As best friends,
won't always be.
I'm proud of you,
You not proud of me.
A bond formed, with trust
Will always be most important - you'll see
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:27 PM UTC
hidden love burning lights enough to light:
the planet's Southern Hills; men's daughters'
natural feelings thanks to laying hold of the skinny
town Monsters; taking them to The Temple of mankind's
paradise where the corporations bring their guns to look at the gypsy knowingly kissing ladies; Early on, in leather she leaves the
public streets to Jack, the plastic watching
the sheath of Flames beating her where she stands;
**** in the sight of garden torches hairy ***** reading plural Shadows takes center stage to stranger dawn ******
second as far as recalling the warm unseen older Jewish sweaty tongue
of a strange Hasid woman on her knees; caught happened moving lived beneath his weird clothes
he plays with his hairy ***** w/out the skin,
leaving it to a teenage wearing to return
literally telling Yellow Star Wide
speaking goddesses roll turns
because of the happy course leading to the party;
The Witch dying in the opposite of bare bra thin knowledge;
Mistress Eve found cut in half in the ***** Hills, yeah, hey, you held longer bright point Midnight Asian queens
Mad Bar Beach Dr. Barbie orders UGGS, her thirty thin
breaths dreaming of her daughters who still hold feelings
for the monster town on Temple Hill
Naturally skinny she lay giving thanks in paradise
knowing how it looked to mankind's ladies & the gypsy leaves |
[bring guns = corporate = kissing leather] |
early public plastic street jack, watch its ****
the garden stand;
Flames beat sight stranger takes hairy torches to the | singular
reading;
Shadows center dawn whores' second calling
an warm unseen older tongue sweaty & strange
Jewish caught on her knees happened
removing her clothes to see her skin's red penalties;
when she lived w/ a weird
| [literally a teenager telling her what to wear]
return leaves start speaking wide roll |
because it turns the goddesses' party
into a witch dying, of course she's happy leading the procession in thin bare bra, || | |
Mistress opposite Eve half ***** _cut_, hey!
Hills knowledge yeah held Midnight Asian Queens
beach bar you order drugs mad bright
thirty point spread taking a long breath & dreaming
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Considerably penalties
For early withdrawal.
Sending more advisors.
Vietnam redux 1954.
Reactionary by poll #s.
Afghan half stand.
Unemployment
Slow Redeployment.
You pick.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
The sheep are swimming in the Nile; they must be living in denial!
Denial is our best friend, the constitution we must amend!
Guns are our mortal enemies; their only use is to commit felonies
To stop these tragedies, we must impose harsher penalties!
There is no wolf, we will not die; there’s no need to put your life on the line
Sheepdogs are for the paranoid, those who live in a void
Remove the sheepdog and the enemy goes away, to happiness this is the true way
Ban the wolf with a no trespassing sign, surely we’ll be fine
Respect and common courtesy, the wolf will live in harmony
Close our eyes and he goes away, all we have to do is pray
Our herd used to be bigger; we don’t ask questions as long as our denial can deliver
Until our children are in the fire, then the sheepdog we require
But the sheepdog is out of practice, we fired him for “malpractice.”
Ruined by us, he looks no better than us – but he’s not like us
The sheepdog is weak; his sheep made him an antique
But his mind is strong and he’s eager to **** the evil and wrong
Wolves are predators, feeding on the weak; it’s denial they seek
The sheep will never fight, but pray the sheepdog is able to take up their plight
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
I like that you don’t know my name
this dangerous liaison
smacks of a suicide mission
in this day and age
flying solo in the erotisphere
carries all kinds of penalties
especially with broken wings
that have left me unable to soar
crawling like a serpent
banished from Eden’s beauty
for all the sins I have performed
no resistance to temptation
always accepting any fruit proffered
by shadows that pass through the night
the rings getting darker under eyes
that have seen too much bed
and not enough honest rest
too much passion with no feeling
blank faces and sweated screaming
I like that you don’t know my name
so you won’t judge me far less trace me
for my part I promise to never call again
Feb 10, 2022
Feb 10, 2022 at 1:00 PM UTC
I just can't think.
Thinking never was a good point of mine,
Thinking takes time, and time is precious,
Thinking can drain the soul of life.
Scholars think, and hope to be quoted,
Foolish men who think they're wise,
And what about our heroes,
Lucky for us, and them,
That they did not have time to think.
Thinking causes all kinds of ailments,
Like rules, regulations, and penalties of such,
I tried to sit and think one day,
And a man said "get of my grass."
Presidents think, and so do their generals,
Perhaps they think "I'm bored, lets have a war,"
Perhaps they think too much,
And think they know what I'm thinking.
I'm not saying that thinking is bad,
1 just can't think,
Perhaps I like to sit and not think better than 1 like to
sit and think,
What do you think?
May 27, 2013
May 27, 2013 at 2:23 AM UTC
There are players in the penalty box that don't belong
Because the refs start tripping
When people skate on thin ice
But they're not fighting
Or slashing
The winning team keeps them down by charging them
Until some go to the box just for boarding
And that's only the icing
It's difficult to not misconduct yourself during this game
When the score is ran up
By a team with a wall for a goalie
And a rifle for a stick
They score when we hit the post
Yet we're penalized for trying to achieve our goals
Forcing us to defend
As they shoot at us
For being on a different team
We need to make a power play
And **** some penalties
Don't fear too many men on the ice
The gloves come off but it's futile
The refs never wore gloves to begin with
And apparently don't need them the way I do
I sit on the bench in defeat
Praying they have a ****** overtime
Because right now
In the time of regulation
We're stuck on ice
As the scoreboard hangs out of reach above us
Jul 5, 2017
Jul 5, 2017 at 10:40 PM UTC
because of an accident at the main intersection
because of several hazardous accidents before
my driving is impeccable
yet, I have a long history of fines and penalties
suffer...
with the decisions I made for other people
not for their happiness,
but for the life they wanted me to live
but a fool I am for listening to them
My deadbeat dad only told me one good piece of advice
and that was to never listen to anyone but yourself
too bad he was a piece of **** that I could never depend on
I destroyed my life... They destroyed it
but I can't blame them... for the time has passed
and I now live with the remains that haunt me daily
not them... but worse
I am to hear backtalk from them everyday
blaming me
everyone
blaming me for their manipulation
blaming me for having listened to them in the first place
mocking me with their actions, mocking me with their continual bad advice
BUT DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO STOP WALLOWING IN MY REGRET.
DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO STOP LIVING IN THE PAST
DON'T YOU DARE TELL ME TO STOP REGRETTING TODAY
because you don't know what my today is like because of your advice yesterday
you don't know... all of you... don't know.
a dream from my past
awoke to a missed call from my past
I guess I'm not alone in regretting today.
listen here, I'll make you a deal
the day I stop living in regret
is the day you stop living in denial.
Jun 10, 2012
Jun 10, 2012 at 4:21 PM UTC
With the benefit of hindsight
it should have been me…not him.
with the benefit of hindsight
I’d have better teeth - Oh yeh, and be slim…
and, with the benefit of hindsight
that chap that drowned needlessly…
well, he’d definitely have learnt to swim.
With the benefit of hindsight
I’d have tried harder in maths
With the benefit of hindsight.
my classmates would’ve shown respect
not just scorned me with laughs.
With the benefit of hindsight - we’d be IN!
we wouldn’t have lost on penalties
we would have had a ****** rip-roaring win!
With the benefit of hindsight
of course you’d all do your best
approach tasks with vigour verve, and zest.
With the benefit of hindsight
we’d all show true-grit, determination… vim
With the benefit of hindsight
I would have been smarter not quite so dim
What chance a little bit of foresight?…
SLIM!
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 11:09 AM UTC
I don't watch anymore
when the quarterback goes down
I know beyond a doubt
there's flags upon the ground
PC is now the rule and such
the game a sham and joke
not worth watching, all that much
rules and penalties now broke
I'm glad I'm not a linebacker
confused and so unsure
hit or no hit the NFL
brown is the PC flag
of ******** and
manure
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 9:13 PM UTC
You know it's getting bad when you don't bother to turn the lights on.
Fight or flight instinct in the form of rivers running dry. Feeling blurry, a forgery. The end is always the same, penalties lying in ditches and the sirens running red and blue like the fourth of July.
Shimmering sawdust that forgets how to become human again. Try to remember the moments you stilled into statue. They become important. Trust me.
This is not Jerusalem. There is no holy left. It's a too-human fight, and I hope what they say about time healing things is true because this scraping, this constant rearranging of the keys, it's too much.
When nothing makes it better, not the kisses, or the pills, or the planets. Nothing. The past and present chewing me up and spitting me out, until the future can get its hands on me too.
I am still trying to figure out right and wrong. I am still trying to find out where the bandages are, but it's hard, you know?
She had soft smiles and a degree in empathy framed in her office, but I couldn't stand her for more than a month. I could see her pen twitching in her hand. After all, there are boxes to tick if I get too honest.
I shouldn't have called my mom, or let her fish me out of the river. While I was coughing liquid from my lungs, I heard her tell the paramedic,
She could have learned to breathe underwater, if only she'd tried harder.
Apr 25, 2017
Apr 25, 2017 at 6:28 PM UTC
You asked to watch but you didn't pay me
We sleep together but you treat me like a stranger,
Think about it though, eight months together,
What came together in a year, flew away like wind under a feather,
we didn't even treasure the pleasure,
of our favorite ecstasy completely,
on the real sweety-
this flower really needed to spread its seeds
out of me, but we stopped not on dime but in line,
"exit please."
Like out of the CDC, like I was some god awful disease, dope please? No thinks so me I don't think so sweety.
2 rounds of purple morphine for the drug fiend in me, or make it vicoden and bar a xanax,
just to **** this diarrhea and this panic.
Now isn't that romantic- on the realz?
"{Sitting on the toilette popping ************* pills!}"
**** way up here I can smell my own ***
It's prolly since I see the shower but I pass it.
In truth you're not man, if you haven't
bent over at the waist, and wafted the air right in your face!
That dumb **** true don't you know it, we're through don't you know it, other girls start to know that I'm free, but I'm not Mr. Cleeeeeaan ***
BUT,
i.don't.give.a.fuck.
Mating is really just dancing, or prostitution,
Producing the penalties of humanity, the principles of masculinity is virility, and clearly I couldn't afford it, but the truth is that I abhor it, like showering? No. But I guy can dream. In the end we'll stay friends, a begin with no guarantee. So sweety,
Dear Princess:
It was a pleasure to date with a focus on mating, mutual ************ Being fastened with love, the harrowing, and heroing, not ****** but I have been skipping heart beats freely. I weaved we poorly. But it had nothing to do with me or you for the matter.
I'm not mad or displeased. We're just seeing at different degrees of relationship, now I'm having conversations with Mrs. No Guarantee, it's not flattering, but it's much worse to burn our bridges, burn your britches under my pillow.
"Shh..." - don't talk about those, she told me.
Just hold your nose to these *******
Fold your clothes and you can see,
that you used to be inside me.... ***
The Pleasure.
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Sometimes a pleasant shower and sometimes show her power;
Up to the expectation of someone or becoming a curse for someone;
Many feelings many reactions for the same drops by the same people;
Ask a trader whose skin pores are dry after a long time, how happy he is?
Ask a farmer who watered his young grains last night, where his smile is?
How can be you so unexpected so partial, to give joy and sorrow;
When the cold breeze blow sprinkling the droplets of water;
Lady of the house standing by the window letting her hair go;
With a dancing heart like a peacock, wishing to get dissolve in air like sugar in water;
But what about those droplets which became bullets for a Fishermans cottage;
Oh! Lord Indra are you unaware from the pain and vain of earth;
Sitting in nirvana are your blessings forgotten to be at right time;
Why there are floods and drought faces of yours;
Why can’t you be always symbol of joy and satisfaction?
Joy that a child feels in facing towards raining sky;
Rain oh! Rain don’t make us wait, is this our fate?
Questions sweated bodies looking towards the sky;
Sun overhead, shining mercilessly, extracting water of earth;
Farmer sitting with bending knees can’t even spot a single cloud;
Lands and roads are as dry as faces of people, asking the same question;
All hells and heavens reside here only;
Goods and bads, joys and sorrows, gifts and penalties;
Nothing is in hand of anyone, none can stand against divine powers;
Good and evil happens because god wanted them to happen;
It’s all written somewhere, by someone, for everyone, "MAKTUB"
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
Mud, mud, mud
Can't cha get enuff?
Nup, tuft.
Alleviate normative
Chairtime penalties
Helper Scalper!
Oh, I drew the crucifix!
I must cruise for a fix
and machinate my auto-licks.
Guitars all bent from rotten trips
into acid bath houses of Babylon!
Nov 6, 2014
Nov 6, 2014 at 12:40 PM UTC
The Again And Again Praise
Jesus, Heavenly
Father,
Thank you for the
again and again
Answers,
Blessings,
Deliverances,
I know that I need you still again and again,
However,
I know that the battle you have already won,
Jesus I know and before all declare you as my
Savior,
And God’s son,
Yet,
Having said all that,
This does not mean that I will not have to come
to you again and again,
You are aware of this and that is how you said
for it to be,
Depending on you for all and everything,
I thank you for always making provision for all
my needs and
for totally forgiving my sins, taking away
penalties and understanding me,
I so dearly need your help,
Deliverance,
Care,
Love,
Acceptance,
Forgiveness,
And,
Protection,
Every kind of blessing that I am in advance
thanking you for
and that I am always confessing again and again,
When my enemies try to make me ashamed that I
need you again and again,
Strengthen me Lord Jesus with your anointed
caring favor,
When I fall weak from the battle at your alter
sometimes in despair,
Please send the help that I prayed for and need
from far and near,
You are the God who never sleeps or
Forgets anything ever except my sins,
So again and again here I am,
Pouring out my heart,
Anguish,
Despondency,
Frustration,
Dilemmas,
Predicaments,
Disappointments,
Stress and troubles,
And yes,
As usual,
I need you again and again,
Sometimes it is family troubles,
Sometimes it is marriage difficulties,
Sometimes my selfish unforgiving attitude,
Yet, forgiveness is what I’ll need the most,
Sometimes it is financial crisis,
Sometimes it is flesh control issues that may be,
Gluttony,
******
Dishonesty,
Cursing,
Profanity,
Temper,
Neglect,
And yes, I need deliverance form these or that,
Most times it may be deliverance from cruel
enemies that are quite shrewd,
That plan my demise constantly and down fall,
The strife and ending of my life,
They plot and schedule my humiliation and
disgrace,
They put me on display the same way they did
you on many a day,
They strategize my dilemmas,
They set up the trials and trauma that bring tears
to my face,
But,
Again and again,
You send your deliverance,
You apply your mercy and grace,
You grant the favor and answers to my petitions,
All my trespasses and sins under your salvation
plan are totally forgiven,
And although I learn righteous lessons through
the trials and the load I through humility bear,
Still,
Again and again I thank you for always blessing
me,
Sending deliverance and,
Again,
Always being there.
www.authorthelmacunningham.com
Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 1:58 AM UTC
Losing is a habit
engrained upon my hands,
claiming to be something I am not
Peering in with one wicked eye
fashioned of big words
from worn out dictionary pages
my thoughts are fire in lower case flames
complete with soiled ash
and filaments swinging in the breeze
searching for the unburned match,
the last one… in a long line of empty phrases
blank pages filled with everything conceived
along street water girths and cigarette butts
arranged in the shape of a question mark
on my Walmart coffee table…
never once questioning why
Oh I have written, I have penned
and my quill is soft and filled with ink
of another’s pain, dripping on tree leaf mosaics
and carpenter footprints,
leading down that path that I lure
unsuspecting verses now lost with me
For I am the loser in this game
only because I chose to play by my rules
Penalties don’t count in my court
for I am blind to the truth
that I am nothing more than me…only what I seem
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 12:49 PM UTC