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SAMPLES
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from FOOTBALL
They play on the ground
But flash to a high
Their breath a heaving burst
Fire-blast in hoisted hearts.
What other sport is enacted more
On that clamour-combat ground?
A constant contact of corporeal steel
A colossus blocks
A stallion rushes
A predator tackles
Paleolithic ape-men charge
A gust of ram-rolled muscle
A rhino's bull's-eye hit
The rusher blitzed
The ball-carrier downed
The quarterback sacked.
A blazing train of men piled so unsoftly.
from I TRIED TO TRY
I gulped a drink to fortify
Old schemes ready to modify
More moves again I did try
Down-to-earth middle and high
A run-and-stop, as if to lie
A sidestep whirl to stupefy
But my shot on goal did putrefy.
Then a tango on right, not so shy
I looked my opponent in the eye
I passed the ball to an uglier guy
Dumb turnovers no alibi
An eccentric look from a passerby.
from IN PHYSICAL GEAR (whole poem)
Your sleep-sagged body is a wormhead old
Worn-out, whatever age, from doing nil
Passivity sloth, dry jellyfish still
Or drained via mental toil, wintry cold.
Yet minds droop-faced inured themselves withhold
Horses effortless strength: an acquired skill
Basic change surmounted by not much will.
Switch to dynamotion, reshape that mould!
Wash wipe jog fix, apply activity!
Rejuvenating flame, sports or homely
Auto-mode daily habit's caffeine charge!
Physical work helps heart and thoughts enlarge
The deeper breath gallops through sloucho bier
The more spark speed strength from physical gear!
from SKIING
Down the pyramid of mountain snow
Crossing the horizontal plains of white
The skiers flash
They think, they act
Inward engines blazing
Yet also sea-breeze cool
A whirling wind of square control
Skills human geometric
Seeking to master nature and opponents
The outward beauty, so spectacular
Gravely needing armed-troop discipline
Finesse of matadors and angels
Lest by mortal error or the speed of gods
Defeat or the roll of injury ensues
The snow turning jungle-black
The race won or lost
By one-hundredth of a second or even less!
from DREAM DUCKS
No more putdown our new-surged Ducks
Hoisting the "mighty" of their name
Their 2003 playoff surprise
Cold strokes from past redeemed to flame.
Stanley's Cup Final they ice-skated
Thank you MVP Giguere
Sure, other mates pucked powered
But not so much as this goalie rare.
Crown-holders Detroit he tidal-waved
Waddled off in four games straight
Then Dallas six quacks, Minnesota four
New Jersey Devils left to isolate.
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Though the Jersey team-machine prevailed
Sky hopes crushed hurdles, we spiked a dream!
That Mighty Ducks movie may be fable
Yet our future Cup real shall shine supreme!
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