"sportin" poems
Watchin' bikinis as they stroll,
they show a lot of skin, but not much soul.
You're out of your league boy, but that's OK.
Tomorrow could be your lucky day.
And you'll find me in that sunny weather,
I'm gonna get myself together,
till my skin turns into leather,
down on the Redneck Riviera.
"4x4s" sportin' bars-n-stars.
Ball caps and tank tops, their hittin' the bars.
Tattoos gettin ********* scarin' "tourys" away.
It's alright Ma tomorrow's a beach day.
And if you ain't a "toury"
you're runnin' from your past.
FBI, DEA or maybe the IRS.
Past wives, past lives, AWOL.
Everybody knows you here, but no one will tell.
Non-com fly-boys with their Amerasian wives,
bringin' 'em to America, given 'em better lives.
Some stay together, but others will roam.
They'll hit the street for money like they did back home.
And you'll find me in that sunny weather,
I'm gonna get myself together.
Frankly Scarlet I don't give a **** about Tara.
I'm down on the Redneck Riviera.
Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 1:38 PM UTC
A sportin' death! My word it was!
An' taken in a sportin' way.
Mind you, I wasn't there to see;
I only tell you what they say.
They found that day at Shillinglee,
An' ran 'im down to Chillinghurst;
The fox was goin' straight an' free
For ninety minutes at a burst.
They 'ad a check at Ebernoe
An' made a cast across the Down,
Until they got a view 'ullo
An' chased i'm up to Kirdford town.
From Kirdford 'e run Bramber way,
An' took 'em over 'alf the Weald.
If you 'ave tried the Sussex clay,
You'll guess it weeded out the field.
Until at last I don't suppose
As 'arf a dozen, at the most,
Came safe to where the grassland goes
Switchbackin' southwards to the coast.
Young Captain 'Eadley, 'e was there,
And Jim the whip an' Percy Day;
The Purcells an' Sir Charles Adair,
An' this 'ere gent from London way.
For 'e 'ad gone amazin' fine,
Two 'undred pounds between 'is knees;
Eight stone he was, an' rode at nine,
As light an' limber as you please.
'E was a stranger to the 'Unt,
There weren't a person as 'e knew there;
But 'e could ride, that London gent--
'E sat 'is mare as if 'e grew there.
They seed the 'ounds upon the scent,
But found a fence across their track,
And 'ad to fly it; else it meant
A turnin' and a 'arkin' back.
'E was the foremost at the fence,
And as 'is mare just cleared the rail
He turned to them that rode be'ind,
For three was at 'is very tail.
'Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' with the word,
Still sittin' easy on his mare,
Down, down 'e went, an' down an' down,
Into the quarry yawnin' there.
Some say it was two 'undred foot;
The bottom lay as black as ink.
I guess they 'ad some ugly dreams,
Who reined their 'orses on the brink.
'E'd only time for that one cry;
''Ware 'oles!' says 'e, an' saves all three.
There may be better deaths to die,
But that one's good enough for me.
For mind you, 'twas a sportin' end,
Upon a right good sportin' day;
They think a deal of 'im down 'ere,
That gent what came from London way.
3.6k
OG Rhi Rhi
Up in this party
Gettin wavey off JD
Sippin on Bacardi
Sportin sunnies inside
The Matrix
No look in
Neo na see!
So sick
Keanu Reeves
Got nuttin on me!
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
Thou about canst prance
As a winnin' horse,
Of course,
Seein' thou hast a sportin' chance
To court that sweet Princess
Now with thy plucky success.
Wish I thee, love Jockey, a good ride
If she becometh thy goodly bride.
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 2:23 AM UTC
She want them converse cause all stars are gorgeous.
Dude don't buy her Jordans,not even Air Forces.
Her sneakers in every color from blue ones with 2 tongues
To leather with Diamonds.
She got red,green and orange,her favorite leopard ones foreign.
On that 5 star shit,Her shoe game don't quit.
Her own canvas she affordin.
Them boys they not important when it come to what she sportin.
Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
My seeing.eye dog finally swallowed his pride
He admitted that his night vision was gettimg weak.
That.rattled me a bit
He wasnt feelimg good about his depth perception either. I suggested a.checkup.
From the neck up to so blithely put my life on the line.
Stubborn old dog.
A new trick ?........
Bingo was his name.
My new dog is 40/40
A sportin dog. .ears perk up. A mere pup.
The boy works for kibbles....he puts the bits in a pile
And just walks away
One smart cookie
Dec 22, 2013
Dec 22, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Saturday, October 20, 2018
2:50 PM
In time
I found every opportunity
op
portune fortune,
time mine, to do with as I
may can please as I please
I plea
whither's gone me plea
were we ever sportin'
for sport,
or was there always war beings
teaching us to winwinwinfightwin
blessed samesame happy, abundant haps.
How come that old man to his final breath?
was he taught to breathe just so
many times
or was he nothing important with no role?
We never knew.
he died.
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC