I’m batting at eternal number ten.

My mediocre talent falls apart;

Soon I’ll be walking back on nought again.

I’m in a team of skilled, well-coached young men,

Convincing me that cricket is an art.

I’m batting at eternal number ten.

I do not move my feet or sidestep when

A lethal bouncer flies towards my heart.

Soon I’ll be walking back on nought again.

I ...

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Basketball is a great and wonderful sport,
And one that must be played inside a court.
As the players move the ball must bounce,
Whilst the other team they'll hope to trounce.

They pass to members of their team,
Of which they'll hope to be the cream.
They'll take their aim and then they'll shoot
To get that ball right through the hoop.

The spectators cheer their team to win,
And when ...

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Bowls - it is a wonderful game.
And each time we play it is never the same.
To reach the jack - it is the mission,
But first we must put it in position.

Pick up your bowl and take your stance,
Then right ahead one must now glance.
Round in an arc your bowl should go,
Something of which we all must know.

But in certain moments when times get dire,
One may even feel the need to fire.
S...

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Running Track

See how they run on the running track

How they move swift as lightning

Some faster than others but all quicker

Than you or me or him over there

Those toned up bodies giving their all

Not necessarily young or sexy

Just in shape and ready to go

Five ten fifteen times round

This 800 metre track till done

Come back and do it again

Every single day is race...

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The Biff!

I’ve seen it happen anywhere

Rochdale on a pouring down Sunday afternoon

Melbourne on a baking hot Saturday

Featherstone on a cold midwinter Friday night

Sydney on a misty winter Wednesday

The Biff!

At the eruption of a scrumdown wrestle

The stiff arm of a bewitched fullback

As a dancing standoff sidesteps his frame

A punch that comes from the seco...

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There used to be a game called soccer

At the touchline kids could stand

A haze of heroes 'mid a floodlight glare

Made it the best sport in the land

Then moneymen and bookies took over

The spectacle got stained by money

For off-shore agents and asset-strippers

It became the land of milk and honey

Players lost touch with the public

Fans turned into mere units of ...

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Some thoughts on body shaming of Olympic athletes - the most ridiculous nonsense I have heard!

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We've heard sectarian and racist hate
seen a governing body in a sad old state
fans forced to flee flying fists in fear
but football's problem is not just beer.

We've Neo-Nazis, ultras and yobs
most whom must hold decent jobs.
Some come just for the fight I hear
so football's problem can't be just beer.

We over-pay schoolboy prima-donnas
to create cheap imitation Maradonas
for a si...

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FOAMING FURY

Against a backdrop of broiling grey
The dancing colours flap & wave away 
To all who can see and for all left to be
A warning about the worsening sea

A relentless outburst of desperate cries
Fighting the force of the cloudy sighs
And the seas whip up a daring wager
To all who seek the thrill of danger

Teasing and testing the brave and bold
Icy waves, so strong and co...

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Get set go

On your marks …..

          Get ready …..

                   Go

                        Back to bed

The world can just speed off

Gather momentum

Keep pace

I’ll just

  Watch from the duvet the

   Safest place

Full speed ahead

Wiz round another

Tower block

No noise, sense or touch

Keep the windows...

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Sitting in this chair I see you,

Tension stretching every nerve.

My life’s tea would be much sweeter

With you there, “Miss Mills to serve.”

I remember other summers.

Football king meets tennis queen:

At first sight I lost my heart

To you, Miss Mills, at just “Fifteen, love.”

Playing,...

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Thanks to Patricia & Stefan for getting me thinking about this topic again.......

Animals

this lion was sat there

being a lion

when a man

who beat his wife and kids

shot him

through the head

and used his fur

for a rug

this alligator was sat there

being an alligator

when a man

who raped a child

thrust a spear

int...

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(Ayrton Senna was killed on the 1st May 1994 at the Italian race circuit of Imola. In F1 racing circles the day is known as Black Sunday.)

Hard and fast and foot to the floor

Burning rubber

Spinning wheels

Yellow Helmet, blue car

Flat to the corner and turn the wheel

Down the gears

Off the brakes

Clip the apex

Hold the road

Tamburello to...

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Black stars in the dark that shone so bright,

Pan continental sparks were reignited,

In a flood-lit calabash, man what a sight!

Eleven Ghanaians became Africa United.

For the global Diaspora of Africans whose numbers stretched to billions,

A short but welcome distraction from conflict and debt,

From the highest to the lowest, military to civilians,

The to...

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Some people say:

if you have strength

you don’t need brain,

but I would like to say:

it doesn’t come with tennis.

If you take a racket and go to court,

my Lord!

You better use your brain

but not the mass

which is called ass.

I would like to confess:

playing tennis is like playing chess,

you certainly need strength

but using your smartnes...

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