by James Horn |
Categories:
humorous, sports,
Here is my next sports rap poem. Jim
Round of Applause
Already now I must admit
What is it we have to hit?
How about homer with baseball
Not strike three they did call.
Why fool around and always fret
Should kick a goal into the net
Don't continue to turn and toss
Should go at and play Lacrosse.
How about football you will boot
Run and produce a lot of loot
Or hear those in high society
Prefer polo and love rugby.
No matter where chips may fall
God's life in you will be a ball
And who if in always do believe
Round of applause will receive.
WOW. Double WOW, and Triple WOW.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
by Wilma Neels |
Categories:
sports
fifteen run after an oval shaped ball
guy with a whistle has the final call
a try scored counts as five
that makes the crowd come alive
oh boy, I love it when they dive and fall
*To clear up the confusion my limerick
is about Rugby*
9th place
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by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
smile,
Just one more day
Just one more day, is all, I pray
To say the things I didn't say
To hear you laugh at shows on tv
Mrs Brown's Boys especially.
To hear you shout when rugby is on
At the blind referee and when crowds burst into song
To cook that special meal you loved your food
Thank goodness I could cook the dishes you loved.
To hear your soft voice when you talk in the study
I envied your attention to everyone's worries
Just one more day Tad to be your little girl
In your strong arms I would love to curl
Just one more day Tad*
Just one more day
* Tad - father
by Sarah Heath |
Categories:
dad, daughter, death, eulogy, i miss you, loss, sorrow,
You leave no self that I can see,
Though sounds of you are still around me.
The sound of a car on a gravel drive,
Moments watching rugby live.
A pint of beer being slowly poured,
The radio announcing the cricket scores.
My brother’s tone when he speaks a word
Not your voice, but your voice heard.
Your terrible music which I now love too,
Just because it reminds me of you.
Though the loveliest sound, I won’t hear again:
Joy in Mum’s voice when you called her name.
She’s wrapped in our family for you from hereafter
Hearing my children carry your laughter.
As a child you thought I was deaf to your will,
But I was listening Dad, and I’m listening still.
by Seren Roberts |
Categories:
nostalgia,
My country is the Land of Song
With roving hills to walk upon
Valleys deep where rivers flow
Smiling people where err you go.
Lovely beaches to enjoy
Castles galore to explore
Sporting country where Rugby is played
European champions at this game
A red dragon is on our flag
An unusual one I guess
Once seen never forgotten
It surely does impress
We love to sing, have choirs galore
Brass bands too abound
Our accents make us sound so cool
We have music all around
Cymru is what we call ourselves
Our language is unique
To those who haven’t guessed our name
Its’ WALES of which I speak.
by Peter Hall |
Categories:
christian, heaven, pain,
Sydney airport in twenty eleven
On route to help Scots go to heaven
My son Jeremy at six foot two
Cricketer Athlete and rugby man too
Big tough man with sense of humour
Loves whats real and hates wrong rumour
Standing there to wave goodbye
Stares at me and starts to cry
"I love you" is exchanged in tears
"Love you Dad" final words to me
Qantas Flight 1 above Sydney Harbour
Just makes my tears and pain go harder
I'll never forget Sydney twenty eleven
And I know I'll see Jeremy smile in heaven.
by Joseph Nyamwega |
Categories:
love,
Nowadays I never get the calls
The deep love turned to be shallow
Kick away like a rugby ball
No care if I hit the wall
I’m so broken
Someone I used to call Mi Amor
Someone I gave a lot than more
Now leaving me on the floor
Closed the love door
I’m so broken
I thought you were the one to clean my sweat
Only to notice late have not gotten yet
Thought you will pay my loving debt
Only to change for worse than better
I’m so broken
By Josepoet
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