by Laura Mckenzie |
Categories:
funny
Who says I’m getting old?
My hairs are not gray
Its beautiful sterling silver
The finest silver around
Who says I’m getting old?
My face isn’t bright red
I’m not having hot flashes
I just have constant sunburn
I love the outdoor
Who say’s I’m getting old?
Not me I’m as young as I feel
Tennis anyone?
by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories:
addiction, career,
like know other
they love from above
some have gift
born swift
do it all from baseball
to tennis wall
know i did
SPORTS AND KIDS
by Stacy Stiles |
Categories:
childhood, family, introspection, life, love,
Beautiful and kind
She does not know
Reasons for hurting
As she rapidly grows
I remember the little tomboy
Dressed in tees and tennis shoes
Vowing she’d never give into
Societal prissy views
But give in she did
As the child became a teen
Astounding beauty with a purpose
Still trying to remain unseen
My niece and my Goddaughter
A special place already set aside
For my little boisterous tomboy
Inside my heart you’ll forever reside
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
break up, first love, funny, humor, love, philosophy, sports,
"Truth be Told," James Bond opined
Over a pint of Guinness
"Love is just a consequence
of bouncing balls in tennis!"
by Thabang Ngoma |
Categories:
sexy, sports,
My favourite sport
Serena on the tennis court
My ace in a pot
The plate on your stove red hot
Brimming with smells of exotic aroma
A vivacious spicy persona
The makings of a new recipe to taste
I'll be your chef for the night
Fingers clenched like a net
Slave to your tether like a pet
I’m about to play Russian roulette
With a fork and an omelette
Attracted to red, I reach for the heat
It burns too deep, too sweet
Surely this means stop
Boiling I’ve lost my top
And found your spot
In this steamy plot
I love the taste of meat
Marinated in fiery sweat
My taste buds receive a treat
Mouth drooling, body dripping wet
by David Willey |
Categories:
humorous, rude, sexy, silly,
Starting with the toss up
I’ve made an unforced error
I’ve only gone and followed through
Squeezed the jissom out the old fella
New balls (and pants) please – love all
I think your ace
With a backhand that’s made for passing
On top of a lovely forehand
With a lovely high toss that’s absolutely smashing
Sure you moan and groan
But I love the racquet you make
Lets have another rally
Are you sure you’re not courting
I’ve a changing room free
If you fancy finishing me off
With a serve and volley after
by Marcy James |
Categories:
boyfriend, happiness, love, relationship, summer,
Up under this tree we found love,
the sky was looking down from above,
Love found its way to come between us,
Everyone's out on a picnic lunch,
the only food we're eating is love for brunch.
Peanut Butter jelly, White tennis-shoes,
back in the old days, you know how we use to do.
Set back have a mile conversation,
talking about life and every ridiculous situation.
When we set and talk, Our day is about over with,
then we'll chat and text each other the day after the picnic.
A beautiful day with just me and you,
being in love like teenagers, back in High-School.
Each wind that blow, My love grows closer.
We'll cherish this moment as our days get older.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
1st grade, 2nd grade, 3rd grade, 4th grade, 5th grade, 6th grade, 7th grade,
I love being bouncy, being green, being fun!
I jump and I hop, and I dance all around.
Being chased by children from two to a hundred and one.
I am the happiest tennis ball, easily found.
I have a sweet squeak when I hit the concrete.
There are squeals of laughter as I am being chased.
A dog has me in her mouth, so I give a quick squeak.
Hoping she will spare me, giving a lot of grace.
I am bouncing now, and excited. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
I am enthusiastic about being me in rain, wind, black ice and snow.
I would like a little drink of water, but I do not whine or flounce.
This is the best life I have ever had, for sure. I love it so!
by Pat Adams |
Categories:
character, humorous, imagery,
Stan Keefeet sure loved his old tennis shoes
They did not love him, was not any news
When kicked off
Everyone coughed
With lots of crying and cussing and boos!
by Bl Devnath |
Categories:
introspection, philosophy, universe,
ball is always round like Zero's count
foot ball cricket ball lawn tennis ball table tennis ball
consciously or unconsciously in love people fall
Stars planets and the earthly ground
whole Universe's assumed to be found round
so perhaps with that instinct all are tuned
by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
i miss you, silly,
I Miss You...
Like high school tennis practice after classes
at the midpoint of May; so at the peak
of blurry vision owing foggy glasses
owing a humid leak (of which I won’t speak
lest my knees weakly wobble, side to side,
as they did when Coach Notis would tell us
what failed to kill us - when nobody died
or tripped over lines of his murderous
suicide drill - was done incorrectly -
which in turn led me to question this
passion of mine, stern and directly,
returned to me answered configured like this:
Why risk your manhood and furrier balls
for something where love all means nothing at all?).
by Mike Dailey |
Categories:
daughter, funny,
I lined them up there on the floor
One pair, two pair, three pair, more
Black and brown, white and pink
You can’t have too many shoes I think
Tennis shoes for running round
Dress shoes for a trip downtown
Sandals to show off my toes
And that is just a few of those
Some are flats, some little heels
I love the way a new shoe feels
I look at my shoes and think “dog gone”
I wonder which foot each goes on
Until I figure where each is put
I just might have to stay barefoot
Mdailey 1/19/12
3rd place in contest
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
culture, feelings, love, lust, relationship, romance, sports,
A seaman called, "Octopus" Dennis
Was known to the girls as a menace
A sign from Above
Predicted "True Love"
"But you gotta go out and play tennis!"
by David Kavanagh |
Categories:
allusion, deep, perspective,
What is Life
A—The opposite of death
B—To be conscious and aware
C—Any entity that grows
D—A prison sentence
What is Love
A—The opposite of hate
B—An all powerful emotional bond
C—The reason we grieve
D—Nothing in tennis
What is Lust
A—The opposite of indifference
B—Desire for carnal pleasure
C—Arousal of a fantasy
D—Innuendo by morning glory
What is Time
A—The opposite of busy
B—Anchorless ways to measure Life
C—Meaningless when in Love
D—Endless if tormented by Lust
The Multiple Choice Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Suzanne Delaney
10/02/23
by Mariana Pavlich |
Categories:
food, sports,
Anyone for tennis and cucumber sandwiches?
Gelati and strawberry ice-cream birthday cake.
Six love, was a surprise ,set,game and match
Sing "Happy Birthday" opening many presents.
Heavenly chocolate, smooth and rich favour..
Friends , Cake and biscuits for Afternoon Tea.
Deep, roasted Coffee, Kahlua and cream..with
Sweet vanilla sugar...I shall always savour
What a beautiful sun-dappled lazy afternoon...
Family,friends,tennis,presents + Tiramasu.
by Rico Leffanta |
Categories:
love,
All the girls say he is a menace
So desperate for love was Dennis
A psychic's ball
Revealed it all
He could find true Love playing tennis
by Nakym Sheffield |
Categories:
change, life,
While my emotions play tennis, my vision listens to help my abandoned soul
become replenished, change take time, while money is made in minutes, the
truth is venomously vicious, lies are words or stories told, never finished from
minds that are wicked and tongues that are twisted, human behavior is inspired
mainly by tradition, so beware and pay attention and pray for redemption,
change is a moral mission, that consists of better conditions, men and women
are different, life is a complicated combination of hate-n-love, so be persistent
and live it.
by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories:
lost love,
Sheba was thrilled with her new tennis bracelet gift.
What a man I have! She told everyone at the party.
He was quite the man.
We saw that as he traveled from woman to woman.
He spoke to all of them except her.
He is prince charming indeed, I thought.
I wanted an engagement ring, she told us.
Maybe next time.
Next time did not happen.
Prince died of a stroke two weeks later.
His daughter called Sheba to ask her to write his obituary.
He is still married to my mother, she told her.
I was sworn to secrecy while he was still alive.
Please spell her name right.
I will text it to you.
by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories:
fantasy, uplifting,
i admit i do this
not insame
i just love the game
on the floor can the go
move wall to wall
hitting that ball
it looks ruff
am a
TENNIS BUFF
by Ken Bennight |
Categories:
feelings, heartbreak, lost love, love, love hurts,
I've loves stains on my pillow,
because I cry myself to sleep.
Love stains on my tennis shoes,
from walking love stained streets.
Love stains on my face and cheeks,
love stains on my hands.
Stains from years of loved stained tears,
I am a love stained man...
by Jay Del Fierro |
Categories:
funny, sports,
Somebody asked me if I
liked to play tennis...
in reply I asked why?
in response,somebody said,
"because you like to serve..."
i suppose then,my answer is yes...
"but you're always losing,30-0..."
i smiled and said,
"no not losing,thats 30-love,
with love,how can I lose....."
by Austin Alfano |
Categories:
sports
Boxing, a brutal, bloody, painful sport.
This is my life.
I don't spend my life on a tennis court,
I'd rather be in a boxing ring than have that as my life.
Boxing is a game of skill,
to others it's a silly blood bath.
I just love going in for the kill,
then they lay there and I laugh.
Boxing is my crack
I can't stay away.
It always brings me back,
always ready to play.
The ring is my garden
It is my sanctuary.
It gives no one pardon,
In November, December, or January.
Blood, sweat, and tears
goes into the game.
No more fears,
no more shame.
by Chuck Novotny |
Categories:
love,
On the days you're not here
They serve doughnuts,
Laughter punctuates conversations,
People stock and empty shelves,
And fish are caught.
Friends greet and lovers kiss,
Homes are built, tables are bussed,
Children learn geography
And deliveries are made
On the days you're not here.
On the days you're not here
Lawns get mowed,
Cancers will be treated,
Cars are repaired, jets fly
And prayers are said.
Tears stain cheeks and hopes are born,
Dogs will bark, tennis is played,
Mothers hold infants,
And poetry is written, and read
On the days you're not here.
by Robert Renstrom |
Categories:
absence, allegory, art, aubade, death, eulogy, humanity,
Emilia In Romagna
Somewhere a lost little girl
Is crying in her bedroom closet
Because she can’t hear
Her mama
Moving about anymore
She can see dim shapes
Mama stored stuff in here
Luggage scarfs tennis racquets
Croquet mallets
Boxes of old photographs
Useless
Rubbish
Apparently not water or food
She can hear the ancient
Transistor radio
Mama always kept on
Pavarotti is proclaiming
His love for another faulty insecure woman
In an opera that makes
As much sense as this
Her disconsolate glissandos
Ravaged juddered weeping
Rival the maestro
For now
Until later
by Kurtis Scott Aka Curtis Futch Jr |
Categories:
art
it fell the water fall
it was a tennis ball
as i recall
i love the game
not for fame
i play againts the wall
until i funish
its
TENNIS