poloetry thread....

kind of sounds like East vs. West trash talk

but i'm not offended by it

More poloetry !

For the record: I'm sure both tournaments will be totally siiiiiiiick.

Let me not to the barrage of trash sprayed

Admit impediments. Smack is not Smack

Which alters when it alteration finds

Or bends with the mallet to allay:

O no! it is an ever-fixed mark

That looks on tempests and is never shaken;

It is the ball to every wandering lark,

Whose worth's unknown, and rank mistaken.

Smack is not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks

Within his bending sickle's compass come:

Smack alters not with his brief hours and weeks,

But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

If this be error and upon me proved,

I never writ, nor no slayer ever slayed.

--
Sonnet 116ish

Devin

bikes, balls and mallets
in a court with five others
hope I slay you good

(my haiku addition)

hickery dickery jack
if ya cant handle a little whack
then polo ant your snack so next time u
play with me quit acting like u dont have a sack

hickery dickery whack
gave jason a little love tap
he went back to portland all sore
because old robbie boardz
wont not let him score

The Maven
by Edgar Allen Broe

Once before a lightsout nearly,
Swinging mallets clean and clearly
O'er tender's aims, several fatties we did score,
Then quoth the goalie, 'Nevermore'

Though mates heckeled, and shared remiss,
Certain clearly they were pissed,
'Curtains for this game at four to four!'
But quoth the goalie, 'Nevermore'

Open here I flung a fat one,
Charged with every hoot an hon!
Blasted off of keeper's cover it did bore,
and quoth the goalie, 'Nevermore'

While I nodded, nearly napping,
Suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one fastly rapping, rapping at the hardcourt floor.
quoth the goalie, Nevermore!'

'Tis the visitor!' I slyly muttered,
Two team of hearts flirt and fluttered,
As my tap pass nicely puttered, key, center of the floor.
quoth the goalie,

AWWWE FUCK - NICE GAME Y'ALL!

(apologies to will and romeo)

You're soft! what bike from yonder goal-line breaks?
It is the beast, who moved before the "one".
Unwise there son, I'll kill the restless loon,
Who is already sticking ball with sheath
That's how, you made the joust before me.

i took my daughter(7) to polo tonight and her words of wisdom as we waited for a sixth slayer were
"You can't play polo solo" by Sheena (is a punk rocker)
Glad the Poloverse is there forever.

Sun snow wind Cloudburst
Bicycle Polo goes on
Cry for ball instead

/edit whoops forgot two syllables in that middle line.

Poloetry from before the bicycle ...

JABBERWOCKY

Lewis Carroll

(from Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There,1872)

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought --So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.

It's tournie season
which is never done
you hang for the next
though you've never won
That's when you know you've got you've got it polo.

and we laugh and we drink and we bring ourselves back from the brink
coz we know you know I know we got it polo.

I think i've missed the point of this thread entirely. Oh well, i sunk 2 minutes into this limerick. Deal with it.

Feeling like a hero because i'm soaring
Expecting the crowd to be roaring
My ball in a joint
A smart shot from the point
But all they will say is boooooring

bike polo is not the same
people hopping on the court
man that is sooo lame

I've been riding round the courts trying to pull up my shorts
I got a hundred women on my mind
All of them play polo
None of them are solo
They're all good friends of mine

So take it easy take it easy
Don't let the smash of your own mallets drive ya crazy
You may lose or you may win
but we'll all play polo again
so take it ease easy.

To the tune of Take it Easy by the Eagles

The heart was heavy with libido, burning hot between the thighs, using beats of deep controlled breathing to cool down the brio sex that is building fast in the body that was mine. All from the touch of the skin, the skin that is yours, leading into the grip of our hands on each others clasped arms. It was as if we knew we had to hold on tight, yet there was no strength that could have stopped the force that tour us a part. Blinded to the coming, a black vacuum, an animalistic scream forming the word no escaped my soul, the door slammed shut locked and sealed, light turned off, and the false truth from the unknowing rained a river that washed my body away. Tight needles in the chest brought out the tide in eyes. ‘I know’ was the mournful screams that faded into the distance. Bitches don’t know, and the act of a friend was poisoned by the influences of their naive company. It was an act of a good friend; I respect their person more now. They didn’t know enemies were around. Don’t trust those who uses nets in their back yard to capture their pray. Use your sexual claws bitch.

So I drank some sweet green juice, rinsed my face, fished my bag out, and the journey back to a safe couch began. Two drunken girls in short shorts walked aimlessly into the daylight, and four blocks took 2 hours and a 15 minute ride from some dude who was luckily good people. Stolen keys only brought more danger to those in which they were for. Hot lovely cunts avoid selfish acts. First time in Kentucky!

Even though its clear what Im about to say, I promised myself I would never do this again. I contest it to my insomnia… Ive been in love with you since we met. In a nontraditional way it could be so good, yet will probably never happen. It hurts in many ways every time I see your person, but not in the ways that are most common. Most people don’t know whats up, not like we, the all encompassing ‘we’, do. Only if you weren’t so mean, it would be a lot easier to accept a piece reality in my soul in which will always be yours. I see you.

Calmly, I stopped a dog barking through a chain-link fence after a slow direct look. Passing through magnetic fields, I did not suffer with anxiety today. Continuing to woof softly the dog stared until there was no I.

We are in LEXINGTON! Its in the bourbon… breath… Here the air is different… The with you moment was finally here. This is the moment that I had been waiting for since the one epic night we share 4 years ago; the moment that I told myself would never happen again; the moment that I sacrificed to the respect of another love; the moment that I denied truth to, the moment that I could never let go. That moment was now in hand and it is clear. A little less than perfect by surroundings, cloths would have been torn off, sealed in a den of rhythm and rhymes, purified from the out of body dancing at the bar, making love during the sunrise.

Stolen keys couldn’t stop us. Stolen truth did.

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