If I Were In Charge Of The World

If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel oatmeal, Monday mornings, Allergy shots, and also Sara Steinberg. If I were in charge of the world There'd be brighter nights lights, Healthier hamsters, and Basketball baskets forty eight inches lower.

Thank You, Father

Fathers hold you when you have bad dreams And they comfort you when all is lost it seems. Fathers teach you to dribble a basketball and shoot a free throw And they lead you as you grow. Fathers teach you how to drive a car And they try to teach you how to putt for par. Fathers wipe the tears of your broken heart And they hold your hand when you don't know how to start. Fathers quiz the boys who take you on a date And they scold those boys who bring you home late.

Praise Song

to my aunt blanche who rolled from grass to driveway into the street one sunday morning. i was ten. i had never seen a human woman hurl her basketball of a body into the traffic of the world. Praise to the drivers who stopped in time. Praise to the faith with which she rose after some moments then slowly walked sighing back to her family.

A Lonely Cloud.....[nature Observation; Humor]

I saw a lonely cloud one day. It looked small beyond the Bay. I tried to find a second and failed, even though I looked each way. Think of it! A single cloud. Its loneliness spoke to me aloud. I wonder how it felt up there. Was it very proud?

The Nap Taker

No - I did not take a nap - The nap - took - me off the bed and out the window far beyond the sea, to a land where sleepy heads read only comic books and lock their naps in iron safes so that they can't get took. And soon as I came to that land,

! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Those Were The Days...! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Kicking a small piece of broken earthen pot, While playing on the roadside, hop scotch. Or dribbling a ball and throwing it at a team mate. Screaming as I fell, skidding on the roller skates. Playing marbles with my kid brother, ten years old Aiming at queen of carom board with one eye closed. Trying my hand at basketball, hockey and table tennis. One day, a bunch of us stormed into YMCA premises.

The Twelve Dancing Princesses

If you danced from midnight to six A.M. who would understand? The runaway boy who chucks it all to live on the Boston Common on speed and saltines, pissing in the duck pond, rapping with the street priest, trading talk like blows,

! Sports Day Lament. For Cj.

tenth in the sprint ninth in the four hundred eighth in the cross-country seventh in the potato race sixth in the egg-and-spoon fifth in the high jump fourth in the long jump third in the hurdles second in the basketball shoot

! Loyal Fan

You can take your golf and the rolling greens You tennis with manicured courts neat and clean Your soccer, your swimming, your basketball scene - None measure up to............FOOTBALL! You can reel in that trout on the end of your line Spit out your chew while you're ridin' the pine Pick up that spare with a strike, not a nine But none spell excitement like............FOOTBALL!

'6 Foot 3'......[long; Scary; Gross; Murder]

I'll tell you a crime story that you've never heard, But first you'll have to promise to not spread the word. It started many years ago on the Massachusetts coast. Most of those who know of it are now themselves ghosts. It is a murder story frightful and most ghastly. If you mention it to the police they'll laugh, and YOU may be the victim, lastly. After high school in the 60's I attended Boston College. I went there for the social life, and to gain some more knowledge.

My English Teacher

He came from Kerala, A state of king and Cinderella. A place of bound, Where more coconut are found. His name is Sir Britto, Which is humble planet like Pluto. He always say to learn first fiction, To learn the success of affection. They prepare our tense

lamont

he gets hi to make his friends think hes cool but all he end up doing is looking like a fool he trys so hard to fit in with everyone else but all he needs to do is focus on himself he is in a gang that doesnt cares rather he lives or dies if only the little boy could hear his mothers cries he wants to be a basketball star, he wants to be the best he is very smart he passes all his test every test but the one he took on life if he keeps this up he is going to pay the price

Life Is Like Playing Basketball

Life is like playing basketball dribble, run, walk, jump and shoot. play without a ball and a goal and the game will be pointless so keep an eye on the ball and focus on the goal dribble, sweat, give energy and effort and play with enthusiasm and joy.

(082) So Many Wishes Unfulfilled.

There are so many things To do which I would like I would love to go cycling But that’s after dad buys me a bike Sometimes feel I would rather be Not a girl princess but a prince Or have a twin brother So that we can be a pair of twins As I don’t have much interest in girl’s stuff So I wouldn’t want a silly doll

God Made (Funny Poem)

GOD MADE STEAK GOD MADE SNAKES GOD YOU MADE ALOT OF MISTAKES GOD MADE COOKIES GOD MADE MOVIES GOD YOU ENJOY MAKING DOOKIES GOD MADE YOU TALL GOD MADE YOU A WALL

Practice

The basketball you walk around the court Produces a hard, stinging, clean report. You pause and crouch and, after feinting, swoop Around a ghost defender to the hoop And rise and lay the ball in off the board. Solitude, plainly, is its own reward. The game that you've conceived engrosses you. The ball rolls off; you chase it down, renew The dribble to the level of your waist.

February 2023 Showcase Of P-H Poems I, Bri, Have Enjoyed...[ Sharing; Variety; Entertainment ]

Bri's Introductory Poem: ' Write a nice title ', or so PoemHunter does say to ME, so… I guess I should comply, as my time on PoemHunter is FREE! BUT, what if I write a not-nice one, or 1 which P-H calls illegal? Would it be like walking [with no leash] my Siamese or beagle? Recently I submitted a two-part January showcase; have you seen IT? I skipped a Dec. showcase, so had too little space & time to FIT …….. the backlog of mostly 5-star poems I'd (for showcases) collected,

Crutches

it's not the crutches we decry it's the need to move forward though we haven't the strength women aren't allowed to need so they develop rituals since we all know working hands idle the devil women aren't supposed to be strong so they develop social smiles

Ode To Jason

His talent truly matched The hero with the regal name. Orange was his choice in color Basketball - his favorite game. For just a few bright years Excitement would abound To the beat of soft rock And a soulful reggae sound.

Energy Store House - Youth (Bitten By The Bug Of Youthfulness)

</>Random of thoughts is the kingdom of Youth, Irregularity is his regularity, what a rarity! He speaks with vivified speed, yet with alarming clarity, With the speed of a glider, he does his deeds, These are the ways of the young men in swing! Yikes! You and I should cling. With a tag on his shirt – impulsive ………. With a trademark in his heart – repulsive, With a gummed label in his mind – Brainish;