"sportsman" poems
When winter's glaze is lifted from the greens,
And cups are freshly cut, and birdies sing,
Triumphantly the stifled golfer preens
In cleats and slacks once more, and checks his swing.
This year, he vows, his head will steady be,
His weight-shift smooth, his grip and stance ideal;
And so they are, until upon the tee
Befall the old contortions of the real.
So, too, the tennis-player, torpid from
Hibernal months of television sports,
Perfects his serve and feels his knees become
Sheer muscle in their unaccustomed shorts.
Right arm relaxed, the left controls the toss,
Which shall be high, so that the racket face
Shall at a certain angle sweep across
The floated sphere with gutty strings--an ace!
The mind's eye sees it all until upon
The courts of life the faulty way we played
In other summers rolls back with the sun.
Hope springs eternally, but spring hopes fade.
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Some, too fragile for winter winds
The thoughtful grave encloses—
Tenderly tucking them in from frost
Before their feet are cold.
Never the treasures in her nest
The cautious grave exposes,
Building where schoolboy dare not look,
And sportsman is not bold.
This covert have all the children
Early aged, and often cold,
Sparrow, unnoticed by the Father—
Lambs for whom time had not a fold.
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Auden wrote "weep for the lives your wishes never led."
But I think it's better to be happy instead.
Why need I shed tears and feel such regret?
I've the rest of my life to achieve better yet.
I might not be sportsman, I might not be a star,
I may not be rich or drive a flash car,
I may not be known in my own local bar,
But who is to say that I won't travel far?
"Wheat is wheat" Van Gogh once said,
"Even if, at first, like grass it seems."
I've amazing things inside my head,
And I can paint my dreams
And oh, my friends! The things I dream
Would make you laugh and cry
As they focus on the age-old theme;
The persistant question- Why?
Sometimes I'm the cat who's got the cream,
Others; a web entangled fly.
It matters not much what I do,
Much more so what I think,
So to quote the great W.C.Fields;
"I believe I'll have a drink."
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 5:50 PM UTC
Daddy says join the football team.
Daddy says answer me when he talks.
Daddy says be the best.
Daddy says be a man.
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But I wish not to be a footballer.
Or any kind of sportsman.
I wish to write.
I wish to read.
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As much as I long for the words.
The ones that form in my head.
They cannot be spoken.
They cannot be heard.
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Being the best is what I want.
Yet it is so hard if you know not what the best is.
I am not the best.
I am never the best.
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How am I to be a man if no-one will show me what a man is.
My father is a strange man, one who beats his son.
My father is not a man.
My father is not a man.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 3:58 AM UTC
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Struck, was I, not yet by Lightning—
Lightning—lets away
Power to perceive His Process
With Vitality.
Maimed—was I—yet not by Venture—
Stone of stolid Boy—
Nor a Sportsman’s Peradventure—
Who mine Enemy?
Robbed—was I—intact to Bandit—
All my Mansion torn—
Sun—withdrawn to Recognition—
Furthest shining—done—
Yet was not the foe—of any—
Not the smallest Bird
In the nearest Orchard dwelling
Be of Me—afraid.
Most—I love the Cause that slew Me.
Often as I die
Its beloved Recognition
Holds a Sun on Me—
Best—at Setting—as is Nature’s—
Neither witnessed Rise
Till the infinite Aurora
In the other’s eyes.
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Hopeful maiden,
Mistress of cotillions,
Depthless, devoid of culture,
Unquestioning, incurious,
Seeks her warrior-beast-of-burden,
A man's man, a sportsman of sorts,
Yet sensitive and without ego,
A staunch provider,
Seeking beauty for its own sake,
A coy, coltish fawn, un-artful,
Un-fawning, who cannot keep a house,
Hold her tongue nor navigate
Social gatherings, one whose passion
Is only on offer, never proffered,
She seeks an old fashioned man
Who appreciates her
Mannish manner and business
Acumen— artists, musicians,
And above all penurious poets
Need not apply, I wish
To learn to cook one fashionable
Day, I am working on
Being famous, it is such
A burden being lovely,
Beautiful.
Are all the good
Men Married? Gay?
Professional athletes,
A-list actors, incarcerated
Felons wanted, perfect
Listeners needed,
Kryptonians preferred.
Jun 8, 2013
Jun 8, 2013 at 2:43 PM UTC
**What if, i didn't find my calling?
Do you love me the way i am?**
Neither very attractive,
Nor hardworking.
Neither a sportsman,
Nor a marksman.
Neither an engineer,
Nor a doctor.
Neither a poet,
Nor an artist.
Neither a boon,
Nor a bane.
Do you love me the way i am?
My grades are not upto the mark,
Yet i could be much more than you could ask!
People call me vain,
Passions none to name.
May not fulfill dreams cherished by you,
May not walk on the path shown by you!
Do you love me the way i am?
All what my peers have is better than mine!
For me, unconditional love is just fine!
Oh my dear parents!
Am i not worthy?
**Maybe someday I'll find my calling!
Till then, please love me the way i am?**
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 6:43 AM UTC
Hopeful maiden,
Mistress of cotillions,
Depthless, devoid of culture,
Unquestioning, incurious,
Seeks her warrior-beast-of-burden,
A man's man, a sportsman of sorts,
Yet sensitive and without ego,
A staunch provider,
Seeking beauty for its own sake,
A coy, coltish fawn, un-artful,
Un-fawning, who cannot keep a house,
Hold her tongue nor navigate
Social gatherings, one whose passion
Is only on offer, never proffered,
She seeks an old fashioned man
Who appreciates her
Mannish manner and business
Acumen— artists, musicians,
And above all penurious poets
Need not apply, I wish
To learn to cook one fashionable
Day, I am working on
Being famous, it is such
A burden being lovely,
Beautiful.
Are all the good
Men Married? Gay?
Professional athletes,
A-list actors, incarcerated
Felons wanted, perfect
Listeners needed,
Kryptonians preferred.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 8:48 PM UTC
Every evening
she beams into my living room
bringing me the news of the world
Juanita ***
looking at me with her large eyes, gently tossing her coiffured blond hair
demurely enunciating ugly words through her beautifully shaped mouth
another insane event has occurred in some far off country
and Juanita *** has nice red lip gloss on tonight
a boat load of desperate people has reached our shores
only Juanita *** can make the word "asylum" sound ******
more bikie gang trouble in the city
if I had tats and a Harley Juanita, would you ride off with me?
a ********** released on bail
you shouldn't have to read such filth Juanita
the Government’s economic policies are working
who did you share your stimulus package with Juanita?
another loutish sportsman has disgraced himself in public
Juanita, let the sports reporter read that stuff in future
Parliamentarians hurl foul language at each other in Canberra
I love it when you talk ***** Juanita
debate continues about the best way to tackle climate change
if there was an ETS Juanita, would you trade emissions with me?
she is telling me that tomorrow it will be warm and moist
and Jesus Christ, Juanita *** has two buttons undone on her blouse
There will be another news update in an hour
but not from Juanita ***
and without Juanita ***
no news is good news
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 4:39 AM UTC
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Filled with the fullness of measure
Of Christ, the wholeness of his stature
In grace, endowment and wisdom--
No faliure alibi hast thou to tender
Why you can't glitter in thy kingdom
Calling in life, be it as a preacher,
Sportsman, teacher, trader or musician,
Save you are super fool--a politician
That fritters away the flourishing treasure
Of his country: promising always an elephant
With vain bogus budgets and speech lofty;
But for maze, could only deliver folks an ant.
But here are the effulgent stars: Lo,
Behold *baba Adeboye! see *bishop Oyedepo!
Thy own gift can shine for the entire earth
Also to see, without comparing thine glory
With another's, focusing on the blessed berth
Of heaven, when your labour and life cease.
Jul 7, 2013
Jul 7, 2013 at 2:18 AM UTC
Oh baby,
prepare yourself for a fitting tribute
at the hands of my lyrical ability.
I will rhyme effectively
much as a successful sportsman
might employ his talents
in order to win a tournament of some kind.
Indeed, my mastery of rhythm and rhyme
will be such
that you will find yourself very powerfully
attracted to me.
Girl,
you put me in mind of a famous celebrity
noted for her physical beauty.
If you were, let's say, a car,
you would be
a really good car.
The sort of car
I would wish to own and drive.
Not convinced?
Then let me assure you
that I can easily put paid to my rivals
by deploying the linguistic and musical prowess
which I believe I mentioned above.
Oh yeah.
Incidentally,
I would think nothing
of expending quite considerable sums
on nice things to give you.
That would be nice,
wouldn't it?
So, baby,
if these enticements are sufficient to stir your interest
in me
then I would be delighted
to exchange
contact details
or something.
Oh yeah. Get down.
Mar 4, 2011
Mar 4, 2011 at 4:23 AM UTC
Hopeful maiden,
Mistress of cotillions,
Depthless, devoid of culture,
Unquestioning, incurious,
Seeks her warrior-beast-of-burden,
A man's man, a sportsman of sorts,
Yet sensitive and without ego,
A staunch provider,
Seeking beauty for its own sake,
A coy, coltish fawn, un-artful,
Un-fawning, who cannot keep a house,
Hold her tongue nor navigate
Social gatherings, one whose passion
Is only on offer, never proffered,
She seeks an old fashioned man
Who appreciates her
Mannish manner and business
Acumen— artists, musicians,
And above all penurious poets
Need not apply, I wish
To learn to cook one fashionable
Day, I am working on
Being famous, it is such
A burden being lovely,
Beautiful.
Are all the good
Men Married? Gay?
Professional athletes,
A-list actors, incarcerated
Felons wanted, perfect
Listeners needed,
Kryptonians preferred.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 1:29 PM UTC
The strive in life is forever a race
We line to hear the sound of barking guns
We in sprinting blocks, the sweat in face
Because we know we have to be number one
We feel that spark, arise to sprinter’s stance
The hands to box the air, to grab that inch.
We fall behind, and think we lost that chance.
And then we see the one in front of us flinch
This chance is close and so illustrious
The finish line is coming up too fast to stop.
As we approach, a burst of legs beats us.
And we receive medals, but not the top.
To have the grace in loss is important
Because winning is great, but its better to be a sportsman.
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
Hopeful maiden,
Mistress of cotillions,
Depthless, devoid of culture,
Unquestioning, incurious,
Seeks her warrior-beast-of-burden,
A man's man, a sportsman of sorts,
Yet sensitive and without ego,
A staunch provider,
Seeking beauty for its own sake,
A coy, coltish fawn, un-artful,
Un-fawning, who cannot keep a house,
Hold her tongue nor navigate
Social gatherings, one whose passion
Is only on offer, never proffered,
She seeks an old fashioned man
Who appreciates her
Mannish manner and business
Acumen— artists, musicians,
And above all penurious poets
Need not apply, I wish
To learn to cook one fashionable
Day, I am working on
Being famous, it is such
A burden being lovely,
Beautiful.
Are all the good
Men Married? Gay?
Professional athletes,
A-list actors, incarcerated
Felons wanted, perfect
Listeners needed,
Kryptonians preferred.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 2:18 PM UTC
Boy, oh boy
Will boys be boys
And oh boy, that’s gross to say,
I at least get that,
I mean I try to but here’s to trying
Kind of like trying to speak for women
Or anyone that isn’t you,
you should just not do that…
There’s a difference in defense for the good of all
And then, there’s what we were talking about 50 ******* years ago
Oh, excuse me 30 ******* years ago,
Last ******* year…
2 ******* days ago…
OK RIGHT THE **** NOW…
But I really want to go back to 69
Oh, The Summer of love…
Or the summer of forcing a woman to go to court over the ability to receive an abortion only to be decided by a group of old men if she has any rights over her body to receive a safe medical procedure, all while the media doing no one any favors guiding a blind division nationally between people and God fearing busy bodies, calling her names and questioning her character as a responsible person, in a not very god-fearing tone, all while forcing Ms. McCorvey again, to get burned more for prolonging an unwanted pregnancy due to waiting on a decision that is determined in court by that aforementioned group of men, which is like the sportsman’s equivalent of just killing the clock to win a game but it isn’t a ******* game it’s a woman’s body, which clearly they didn’t care anything about just as long as they get that **** baby in the next 6 months or so, but as stated above it is indeed unwanted, so really who is going to take care of the ******* baby because we know how much people just love adopting ******* children?
Let’s ask 25 republicans!
But some people talk of 69 differently,
Some remember the Beatles.
Some recall Charles Manson.
Kind of like today
Some say we are putting god back in our government
And The rest of us in 1972 to 2019 are wondering who the **** invited god?
I never knew God and every white person’s, “one uncle” has the same opinion.
Amazing!
But Uncle Alabama shouldn’t speak for God.
Wait until he finds out she’s a woman.
That’d be a kick to the unregulated nuts we can just spew anywhere, like a natural ******* disaster.
That’s what the name of this ******* poem should be,
but it’s not.
Sincere, ********
That’s what I call this one,
That’s what I call the last 2 and half years too.
And this poem.
And telling women what to do with their bodies.
Some people would think differently.
But I don’t think some people think.
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
Stage spotlight off
Darken Theater
No Image to see
Total Silence
Franco Columbu is no way to be
The Bodybuilding stage has loss another of its own
Franco Columbu has a name that was full blown
His strength our courage to venture
Living life being his adventure
Your posing ability perfection to the core
Your challenging mode in bodybuilding will be remembered in your taking whole
Franco Columbu, you achieved while others wondered
You had a plan that had been created yonder
Being small in Bodybuilding didn’t matter, Franco Columbu you felt were giant being Goliath
You were used to competing other Bodybuilding Giants
I remembered seeing on ABC-TV in the Strongest Man Competition and you proved there was another side of you beside Bodybuilding, and it was strength
You went every length
Being unstoppable yet able
You were a total sportsman in every sense of the word
The Bodybuilding world is stunned of your passing
But your strength of Character will live in all of us
It’s that pumping iron experience that gives us strength to carry on
Its fan too fan being strong
You are absent from the Bodybuilding stage, but will be close to our hearts
I saw you Franco Columbu as Robin and Arnold being Batman
Conquerers with a destiny to triumphed to center stage
Mission to establish dignity in honor of Bodybuilding
You will be pumping up spiritually
I will remember you on TV in the Mr. Olympia 1975
You shined with greatness and your muscles were tensed
There’s a legacy for us, “Prove in effort until done”
You were an Achiever and Believer
Who says one shouldn’t if one never tried
Excuses is not an never option being your thought
Bodybuilding and Powerlifting work hand in hand and you proved that
It’s a known fact
You will be missed
Wine and grapes will never be the same
But your remembrance in the Bodybuilding game will always remain
As a fan you will never know
But your name Franco Columbu I will never let go
Until we see each again
My eyes look to the Heavens until when.
Aug 31, 2019
Aug 31, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Thou art now subject to moral decay,
Moral display is factored in thy oddjob list,
Wherein snob-ball Lisp's are sumblime in groupie sets!!!!
Woe to be pondered,
Sky's souly to be wandered through broken holed boat's,
To neat-nice pottery stinking nets!!!
Astute loons maketh their graces high and mighty,
Where tribes stay rewinding their beginning end's of birth,
Art thou a leader from many kingdom's?
Or a lubricant to zealous curse!!!!!
Spoon's replace knive's,
Deadly sin to replace wive's,
Crimes against humanity puppeteer the market's trail,
Crumb's reach the helpless, whilst snarling dog's drag tail!!!!
Embankments to fit the streamed beauties,
Where prestine muting is sound fit to cold coated bones!!!
Infrequency goes higher to the laughing in lover's valley,
Wherein pin's to sportsman's ball goes rallied,
Tallied up zero to zero four score!!!
None makes a difference if thou art the lonely beggar at loves lost door!!!!
A premium stands by for the serpent who make's it's pass,
Crawl through the fiery hole thou stained creature,
Step out betwixt the cities of the now and forever future!!!!
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC
If I tried
I would be a
Pilot
If I tried
I would be a
Doctor
If I tried
I would be a
Sportsman
But, I will be
Sitting in my
Comfort zone and
Imagine about my
Abilities
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 2:21 AM UTC
She had that "impress me" vibe over her.
If only she could be impressed by anything I knew about.
If only she cared of my dazzeling good looks.
And my smooth lines.
If only I could make her head turn.
But she never looked.
I could never say anything
That stirred her heart.
She was that conquest we all wanted
But could never have
So we never admitted to really wanting her.
she's not that easy, she's too smart
And boy was she ever smart.
Nothing I could do, surprised her.
She was one step ahead.
So I took her down, like a good sportsman
Or hunter who takes down a gazelle.
But she never quivered.
She never admitted that anything I had done
Really impacted her.
She smiled like statues smile
She looked right through us
Like an x-ray scanner
And we felt small
Insignificant.
And we took distance
She was the only thing
I could never figure out completely.
She was the hero
Who never showed her face
And Villain who never told anyone
She had a beautiful heart aside a beautiful face.
The illusion of a woman was embodied within her.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 2:20 PM UTC
One legged chap he tried to kick ****
It wasn't a problem he always came last
Having a leg to the tune of one
Handicap of two just wouldn't be fun.
This competition,it's a competitive game
Two legs was cheating you had to be lame.
Some would say this sport is a ****** farce
Watching one legged sportsman fall on their ****
next sport to be held was head butting the spear
This pastime needed new competitors year after year.
Mine field hockey not for the faint of heart
I've lost interest so going back to the start
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
a richest sportsman
lost his money
a message
you lost where
you took
………….
read in newspaper
working as driver
touch of happiness
coz
still believe in
meaning of life…
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
Historic day for the world today
As Trump and Kim sign away
Nobel Peace prize guaranteed for Trump
As North Korea will rise out of their sanctions slump
Nuclear disarmament surely on its way
But to me it just feels like I'm watching a screenplay
Dennis Rodman a friend of both
A great sportsman but a bit of an oath
But what if it was all a total farce
Trump phoned Kim said test those nukes and make things worse
I'll then scream and shout and call you names
Don't worry if internet is full of our memes
The world will sanction you it'll look really bad
It'll be ok mate soon we'll both be glad
We'll both back down and agree to meet
I'll sort it out and send you a tweet
Then in Singapore we'll sit down together
And people will talk about us more then the weather
Without the charade it would have never been allowed
We'll do it in front of a nice big crowd
North Korea will surely come out of poverty
And the world will avoid our prefabricated atrocity
Is the world now a safer place
I'm still not convinced for the human race
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC