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Author Name: Freealiopterix 1 Comments
Date Added: November 12, 2012 21:11:39 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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A Great Call


A Great Call



The ball is snapped the QB waits

Enough to see just hesitates;

The time slows down behind his eyes

Masks he his face with blank disguise;


The chess-board moves out go the Knights

No time now to enjoy the sights;

The DB comes and fakes a play

His beast of burden make their way;


Offensive line drives down the field

The defence strains wants not to yield;

Yet still with time he stands his ground

A noble Caesar Dolby sound;


His breath you hear it rakes then holds

The field of dreams this scene enfolds

Just stops and there you make him out

Prepared and primed in him no doubt;


A knight is open wide and right

The QB sees with second sight;

He guages speed trajectory

And on his lips: 'Please pray for me';


The Knight breaks cover heads for post -

'Tis now a test who wants the most;

The arm comes back the ball is thrown

His seeds of fate 'pon ground now sewn;


The chasing safety a gazelle

Who leaps and bounds and shimmies well;

Makes contact with the Knight's dry eyes

He follows them locates the prize;


The ball it spirals to its mark

A ray of hope light in the dark;

A pregnant pause all hold their breath

To fail right here would come as death;


But no 'tis caught the QB rests

Whilst all around him beat their chests;

Symbolic of a jungle quest

Of which the offense passed the test;


The chains are moved the cattle drive

'Tis not a game 'tis more survive

Or perish is the crucial word

And this methinks sounds not absurd;


For failure here means death in life

The perils and the pit-falls rife

What better than this contact sport

To replace all the wars we've fought;


Like Romans at the classic games

They feel the heat of passion's flames;

Cry 'onward'! Offence grasp the reins

And steer your chariots through their lanes;


Again entranced by fight on fight

I sit transfixed on football night.



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Comments:
Comment By: FreeAdri on November 13, 2012 05:06:07 AM Report
Well for most it is a war!  Depending on who you back
This is proper intelligent poetry! 

Love it 

Adri





 


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