For some the lure of sport is cricket games
while others football with its chess array
not for me, instead I’ve a taste, clear cut
the running race, who’ll break it first, that tape.
The stadium’s centre features jumps and throws
and on the track, or road, they run and walk
special is ‘fastest human in the world’
and what demands that lengthy marathon.
My special taste, the middle distance runs
for’s like a play there’s start, middle, and end;
not blink-short miss, or oh so on-on long.
The cast is met, let drama now unfold.
Your race it is, the final, toe the line
now how each body fibre feels fatigue
but push that right away, your nerves are fired
and fired it has, the gun, you’re off at last.
How fast at first? Too fast, implodes the frame;
lag too far back and you the leaders lose.
The middle part there’s hazards in the pack
the tripping heels, the pushes, elbows sharp.
So near the end, when, where and how to burst?
to seek the tape, to break it first, to win.
Have you the strength, the pace, have you the mind
to show your hand and hold on to the end?
Delay, perhaps your rivals box you in,
though luck, a gap appears you spurt right through.
Delay, then chase, but it’s too late sometimes
a rival’s timing right, they have the day.
So there’s a skill to find the whereabouts
not boxed, not back, but poised, attack, when right.
You wait, and wait, oh how your heart will pound
‘til you do know, you know for very sure
to strike, to give your all, the moment’s now!
so go, go, go, for glory, glory calls.
That tape, you’ve vanquished all, the gold is yours.
Re-energised the lap of honour’s light.
d pickup 05oct09
[b]Berlin high jump[/b]
they’re tall, slim
they clear doors
fail, fail, fail, out
so psych things up
use the crowd
get rhythmic lift
you clap, they clap
2 going for gold
A Croatian first
her hands up high
she claps, all clap
her focus time
and then her run
an arching run
an arching flight
success this time
she punches the sky
she’s on her mark
her run up mark
at first there’s cheers
and then her sign
her right hand used
just to her lips
a sign for quiet
so silence gained
the stadium’s still
she runs, she jumps
the bar she knocks
it rattles down;
her sighing bow
to all that sigh
a bow of thanks
tho’ no avail.
d pickup 23aug09
This man was a sprinter runs very fast
the cadence the stride, all looked on aghast
I’m talking of Bolt
still really a colt
but all agree, experts, general public, he’s unsurpassed.
d pickup 13oct09
More to follow.
14 oct 09