The Hike to Glory

The football season continues
Warriors come to battle
These foot soldiers in colorful wear
Under the lights, Monday night

Defend your turf
Reinforce the gate
Because the object of this game
Is to keep the enemy at bay

And at the end of it all
The gleaming prize you see
Is the legendary Lombardi trophy
Going to the last standing team

Hike

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Radical Soul

Free and easy soul

Look at the way she moves

Swift ballerina

Swift and furious

Across the smooth floor

The elusive dragonfly

Sway to ballroom beat

Strobe light paralysis

Blinded by love and music

Radical

Twinkle

The twinkle in the night

The gleam in the sky

Guiding me, guiding me

Leading me, leading me

Into the pale woods light

And if I lose my place

Among the stars

I’ll follow the unicorn blood

A glistening silver like mercury

Very unlike your’s or our’s

Twinkle

Where the Sidewalk Ends

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One of my favorite collection of poems by Shel Silverstein, a poet whose works I have read a few times in the past, is Where the Sidewalk Ends. Here’s the poem where the title of the book comes from:

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

Sidewalk

 

Fierce

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My eyes are fierce

The tears fall down

Like waterfalls of fire

I fall into a portal of heat

And see the world through fiery licks

The battlefield is fierce

I trudge on ahead

Through the smoke and gunfire, shrapnel falling at my side

Until I arrive at my noble chariot and briskly ride away towards the golden city

Fierce

Expert or Bust

I’m not an expert

Still have a long ways to go

Don’t make me laugh

Expert

Cheated 

I’ve been cheated out of life

Lost so many damn chances

Dealt with this stinking hand

And thrown to the curb

And stepped on like a wad of gum

But I get back up and fight again

Because that is what fighters do

And throwing in the white flag is

A surrenderous defeat

A pathetic end

A premature disposition

Cheat