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Two Poems from our Sports Poetry Collection

 
 
GOING FOR THE RECORD
   
Author: Gail Kay
   
Poem:
GOING FOR THE RECORD
   
  Sports day at the local high school
Came around once a year
And that day so many years ago
Dawned bright and clear.
By mid-afternoon the races and the relays
And the juniors were all done
But no one moved, all eyes were fixed
Upon the last event being run.

The open high jump was till going
It had been a marathon competition
The last two boys had battled hard
For that number one position.
Then the word was passed, the last jumper
Who was running at the bar with grace
Was going for the record
Determination on his face.

All held their breath as they watched him
Clear the bar with ease
And they roared as the record fell
Even the headmaster was pleased!
And teachers gathered round the bar
Forgetting they had come
To get their classes to their rooms
Before the day was done.

The jumper called the new height
He wanted the bar moved up to;
By now the entire school had come
To see what he could do.
Then, the bar could go no higher,
he had cleared its highest holes
So they rushed and found two bricks
to put under the two supporting poles.

He set the new jump record
and he did it in his stride
and he smiled as his sisters
rushed at him with pride!
He was just happy that the day
was finally done
but as he came up to me
I said "Well done!" to my son.
   
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Insoxication
   
Author: Robert Miller
   
Poem: Insoxication
   

I watch them at home
on TV,
and i'm insoxicated
after three.
Three beers is not
what i mean,
it' three innings played
by my favorite team.
I have a front row seat
because of cable,
but when you start to watch
theres no warning label.
No information
and no health fact,
not warning you
of how you might act.
You start to watch
to get your fix,
next thing you know
your at six.
It's addicting
we all know,
that once you start
you can't let go.
After nine
we don't feel the same,
because of this
mood altering game.
A game of energy
mystery and suspense,
where some of the calls
don't make any sense.
It has us at the edge of our seats
yelling and all stressed,
it turns into idiots
and become so obsessed.
While watching you can't be bothered
because you are totally fixated,
you try your hardest to pay attention
but your insoxicated
There is nothing like it at all
even in post conversation,
it's because you can't get enough
of what we call insoxication.
 
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