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February Golfing

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Mike
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0 posted 02-11-2000 06:43 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Mike

The starter calls, "Now on the box,
...Arnold Palmer and his foursome."
Chi-Chi, Jack and I join Arnie,
...we're looking pretty fearsome,
Jack hits first, a solid stroke,
...slight fade, but in the fairway,
Chi-Chi hits a three-wood next,
...a slice, but still in play,
Arnie stands up on the tee,
...hits one down the middle,
For an old guy, still plays well,
...and looks fit as a fiddle.
I pull Big Bertha from my bag,
...and tee my Titleist up,
Then gaze upon the distant green,
...the flag in first green's cup.
The distance is three ninety-five,
...a pin that's not too far,
A little creek in front of green,
...protects from easy par,
My back-swing's slow and steady,
...the coiling of steel spring,
I then uncork, let out a roar,
...unleash a mighty swing,
My ball takes off and keeps on rising,
...as if from archers bow,
Chi-Chi, Arnie, stand with Jack,
...in awe as watch ball go,
The ball lands on the front of green,
...on fly, has cleared the stream,
Two hops and then falls in the cup,
...SHUT UP! A GUY CAN DREAM!

Ode to Golf

I had an early tee time, I stood upon the box,
Big Bertha at the ready, in silence, no one talks,
With grunt I take a mighty swing, the ball I cannot see,
Then I hear the laughter, as I walk to women's tee,
From my bag, a fairway wood, my second stroke I take,
What an idiotic spot, to put a stupid lake,
With my drop I'm laying four, five iron I think I'll use,
As I stand amid the rough, another ball I lose,
I stare upon that dimpled orb, as now I'm laying six,
In my hands I hold a wedge, an urge to burn my sticks,
With perfect arc I strike the ball, to pin in majesty,
I stand and gaze in golfer's awe, then damn, I hit a tree,
I hit a sand-wedge to the green, I'm only laying eight,
I'm forty feet from flagless cup, the green does undulate,
With trusty putter in my grasp, I close my eyes and putt,
I take a peek and spy my ball, head straight to divot's rut,
Then to my amazement, the ball curves to the pin,
Disbelief and jubilation, the cup, the ball drops in,
I turn to my companions, say "Tiger is my name."
This is such an easy sport, O' God, I love this game.

someone got a new driver for Valentine's Day... woo hoo


[This message has been edited by Mike (edited 02-11-2000).]
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Martie
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1 posted 02-11-2000 09:55 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

Mike, I know nothing about golf, but I do know about writing, and I like yours.
Mike
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2 posted 02-11-2000 10:00 PM       View Profile for Mike   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Mike

Thanks for the pity post Martie.. *smile*
I said to myself if I ever posted a poem that got 0 replies, I would take some time off...
this one came close...
Martie
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3 posted 02-11-2000 10:11 PM       View Profile for Martie   Email Martie   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Martie's Home Page   View IP for Martie

You better not take any time off, at least not from writing that beautiful poetry.  Maybe from golf
Wizzard
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4 posted 02-11-2000 10:34 PM       View Profile for Wizzard   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Wizzard

Hey Mike,
Thats one heck of a dream
By the way,what did you Golf on that round?
Thank`s for sharing your dream.

 Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
Nan
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5 posted 02-12-2000 10:51 PM       View Profile for Nan   Email Nan   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to visit Nan's Home Page   View IP for Nan

Something like this, Mike???...

Dusk Treader
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6 posted 02-13-2000 12:34 AM       View Profile for Dusk Treader   Email Dusk Treader   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Dusk Treader

Hey, great poems!  As a golfer I can definetly relate to these!  That whole in one dream...  drools I wish...

And you know the rule about not being able to hit it past the woman's tee, right?  You have to play with your pants down, LOL.  

Great poem though, get me in the mood to go play a round!  Just need to get rid of that foot of snow and I'll be ready to go, LOL.


 In flames I shall not be consumed, but reborn. -- Abrahm Simons

 
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