Hawg73
Mediocre with flashes of brilliance
- Joined
- Nov 26, 2002
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Sports poetry - My collected works
Many of you already know that I write the occasional poem and actually have the balls to post them.
Though it may look like a sign of insecurity to post them again I decided after Pookie brought it up to collect them on one thread for those who haven't seen them before or who may not be totally sick of them, plus this site dumps threads after a while and thought it might be good to have them in one place for reference.
The first one was written prior to the opener vs. the Steelers last year (2002) and was basically my first real attempt at a complete poem.
It is purposely melodramatic as that did strike me as basically a war.
When the last echo dies
They ride in from the West like the curtain of old
Cloaked in the colors of midnight and gold
With eyes filled with fire from long winter's despair
And howling like wolves as they enter our lair
To revenge they are sworn, oaths taken in blood
Unleashed like the fury of a terrible flood
An unstoppable force is what many would say
But an immovable object stands in their way
Now many a word has been written and said
Long 'ere the first drop of blood has been shed
Of how heavy the head is that still wears the crown
And how mighty the armies that would take us down
But deep in our souls is a fire without name
That asks for no quarter and burns like a flame
That bows not to glory nor seeks out its light
And stands in defiance, never turns from a fight
As the battle is joined with flesh and bone and not swords
And is squared on the field with great deeds and not words
In the heat of the moment some will rise and some fall
Some will hide in the shadows or will answer the call
And when the anthems are played and the coin has been tossed
Whether fortune shines down or if stars have been crossed
What befalls on that night is a tale not yet told
And can't be revealed not for love nor for gold
And when the beacon is cast on the stars overhead
And the warriors to the arena are led
Let our voices be joined in a thunderous roar
To remind them of what they are fighting for
And may it be said many long ages hence
That tonight starts a journey, a mighty defense
Well knowing the road many pitfalls may bring
But a small price to pay in the quest for the ring.
And after the fray when the last echo dies
With a September moon shining bright in the skies
Would that the victors in the end standing true
Are the Champions of the Red, Silver and Blue
Many of you already know that I write the occasional poem and actually have the balls to post them.
Though it may look like a sign of insecurity to post them again I decided after Pookie brought it up to collect them on one thread for those who haven't seen them before or who may not be totally sick of them, plus this site dumps threads after a while and thought it might be good to have them in one place for reference.
The first one was written prior to the opener vs. the Steelers last year (2002) and was basically my first real attempt at a complete poem.
It is purposely melodramatic as that did strike me as basically a war.
When the last echo dies
They ride in from the West like the curtain of old
Cloaked in the colors of midnight and gold
With eyes filled with fire from long winter's despair
And howling like wolves as they enter our lair
To revenge they are sworn, oaths taken in blood
Unleashed like the fury of a terrible flood
An unstoppable force is what many would say
But an immovable object stands in their way
Now many a word has been written and said
Long 'ere the first drop of blood has been shed
Of how heavy the head is that still wears the crown
And how mighty the armies that would take us down
But deep in our souls is a fire without name
That asks for no quarter and burns like a flame
That bows not to glory nor seeks out its light
And stands in defiance, never turns from a fight
As the battle is joined with flesh and bone and not swords
And is squared on the field with great deeds and not words
In the heat of the moment some will rise and some fall
Some will hide in the shadows or will answer the call
And when the anthems are played and the coin has been tossed
Whether fortune shines down or if stars have been crossed
What befalls on that night is a tale not yet told
And can't be revealed not for love nor for gold
And when the beacon is cast on the stars overhead
And the warriors to the arena are led
Let our voices be joined in a thunderous roar
To remind them of what they are fighting for
And may it be said many long ages hence
That tonight starts a journey, a mighty defense
Well knowing the road many pitfalls may bring
But a small price to pay in the quest for the ring.
And after the fray when the last echo dies
With a September moon shining bright in the skies
Would that the victors in the end standing true
Are the Champions of the Red, Silver and Blue