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6 Minute Football

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Namyh
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0 posted 09-26-2017 02:02 PM       View Profile for Namyh   Email Namyh   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Namyh

6 Minute Football


The night was a bucket of blackness splashed on a canvas of stars,
homebound in my green Chevy pickup on a backroad emptied of cars.
I could see my houselight in the distance thru trees, like a flickering flame.
I gunned the engine, raced up the road for tonightís great Football game.

Upon stopping, I looked in my mirror and saw some reflections of light.
Coming up the road, it was only my buddies with pretzels and chips for the night.
We watched the game, talked and ate, laughing in our work-day duds.
With a keg on the table and the chips in the dip, we sucked down masses of suds.

The game was intense and rugged on a field of green, you see.
I wished and wanted to play there when something tugged me three.
Billís eyes went wild! Frank threw up chips! Sam spewed beer suds on me!
I began dissolving, melting, merging into the gameís TV.

Before I knew it with ball in hand I was running for the touchdown goal.
Monstrous brutes, frothing at the mouth, ran behind to stop me cold.
They were gaining, almost upon me. Thatís when my fear kicked in.
I could hear my best buddies yelling and shouting for me to win.

I was lifted in the air and slammed to the ground
with a crunch and a crash not kind,
with my wind knocked out and waves of hurt
from the weight of the brutes on my spine.
But the cheers rang out with a victory roar
and I opened my eyes to find
6 minutes of Pro Football, Iíll cherish,
Ďcause the ball was over the line.


Namyh

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1 posted 09-28-2017 11:34 PM       View Profile for BluesSerenade   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for BluesSerenade

Love this downsized version of 15 minutes of fame all in 6 minites.

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Give me an M Y H

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Namyh
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2 posted 09-29-2017 05:19 AM       View Profile for Namyh   Email Namyh   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Namyh

BluesS - Indelibly infectious, absolutely creative and downright uplifting words of therapy for a poet in football recovery who can't stop laughing. Now that's Entertainment!!! Thanks Blues Serenade. Namyh
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This had me smiling from the get go ~ I always so enjoy your story poems Namyh Alana
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4 posted 10-03-2017 07:36 PM       View Profile for Namyh   Email Namyh   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Namyh

Alana - When I was running, was that you shouting for me to win? If so, thanks for 'an uplift of the pinklish kind'. LOL. So very glad you enjoyed. Namyh
 
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