Phelps, who has
Earned a collection of gold that the
Royals of old would have coveted.
Farah and Bolt, who are
Out of this world, leaving
Record books battered and buffeted.
McIlroy, Tiger, and
All of the others who
Now reach par fives with their irons.
Clubs like Real, Barcelona, and Bayern,
Ever not tirin' in
Every environs.
Novak, Serena, and Rafa, oh my,
How resilient and
Ageless and strong!
Not to mention LeBron,
Crosby, Brady, and Bonds, who've
Inspired the youth for so long.
Never before were there so many
GOATs on our
Diamonds and pitches and courts.
Remarkable days.
Unbelievable feats. I mean,
Gosh, what a great time for
Sport
A Purist's Lament, or, The Tyranny of Numbers by bryancrain88, literature
Literature
A Purist's Lament, or, The Tyranny of Numbers
Cheating's the worst of the problems in sports.
The dopers, the divers, and those of that sort.
But second and third of the things worth deploring
Are the dovetailed fixations on winning and scoring.
Watch any highlights reel, read a synopsis,
And nothing exists past the penalty boxes.
If it wasn't a shot, than it needn't have happened,
But they'll show you five views of a nondescript tap-in.
Goals can be awesome and goals can be lame;
They're no better or worse than the rest of the game.
"A goal is a goal" the way food is just food,
And comparing a pizza to broccoli's just rude.
A goal's not inherently nicer to view
Than a killer first to
Immature poets imitate.
-T. S. Eliot
I. It Is Sown In Corruption; It Is Raised In Incorruption
April is the kindest month,
Which stuns us into hesitance.
We thought it all would end in tears.
Instead, there's naked lesbians.
We'd braced ourselves for anything.
We weren't expecting this.
We asked him, Gen, are you okay?
There's no apocalypse?
You gave us light amid the darkness,
Unlike Evangelion.
We all can sleep in peace at last!
(And then he made Rebellion.)
Where lies Mitakihara City?
You cannot say or guess.
Dubai, Cologne, and Singapore
Are parts of its address.
It's very pretty, to be sure,
But getting round's a mess.
I signed my co
Phelps, who has
Earned a collection of gold that the
Royals of old would have coveted.
Farah and Bolt, who are
Out of this world, leaving
Record books battered and buffeted.
McIlroy, Tiger, and
All of the others who
Now reach par fives with their irons.
Clubs like Real, Barcelona, and Bayern,
Ever not tirin' in
Every environs.
Novak, Serena, and Rafa, oh my,
How resilient and
Ageless and strong!
Not to mention LeBron,
Crosby, Brady, and Bonds, who've
Inspired the youth for so long.
Never before were there so many
GOATs on our
Diamonds and pitches and courts.
Remarkable days.
Unbelievable feats. I mean,
Gosh, what a great time for
Sport
A Purist's Lament, or, The Tyranny of Numbers by bryancrain88, literature
Literature
A Purist's Lament, or, The Tyranny of Numbers
Cheating's the worst of the problems in sports.
The dopers, the divers, and those of that sort.
But second and third of the things worth deploring
Are the dovetailed fixations on winning and scoring.
Watch any highlights reel, read a synopsis,
And nothing exists past the penalty boxes.
If it wasn't a shot, than it needn't have happened,
But they'll show you five views of a nondescript tap-in.
Goals can be awesome and goals can be lame;
They're no better or worse than the rest of the game.
"A goal is a goal" the way food is just food,
And comparing a pizza to broccoli's just rude.
A goal's not inherently nicer to view
Than a killer first to
Immature poets imitate.
-T. S. Eliot
I. It Is Sown In Corruption; It Is Raised In Incorruption
April is the kindest month,
Which stuns us into hesitance.
We thought it all would end in tears.
Instead, there's naked lesbians.
We'd braced ourselves for anything.
We weren't expecting this.
We asked him, Gen, are you okay?
There's no apocalypse?
You gave us light amid the darkness,
Unlike Evangelion.
We all can sleep in peace at last!
(And then he made Rebellion.)
Where lies Mitakihara City?
You cannot say or guess.
Dubai, Cologne, and Singapore
Are parts of its address.
It's very pretty, to be sure,
But getting round's a mess.
I signed my co
I.
There's greater education in these games
Than typing, math, and other nuts and bolts.
They teach us that life's not about results
Or consequences, but principles and aims.
A million choices constantly bombard us,
And often, all their subtle permutations
Will lead us to equivalent destinations.
But the path we pick is paramount, regardless.
One could, for instance, study hard for months,
Ignoring petty things like food and slumber,
While another hacks the school computer's numbers
And gets the same high marks with ease, at once.
On paper, they could not be told apart,
But a difference still exists – inside their hearts.
II.
All
The Man Who Saved Pinball by bryancrain88, literature
Literature
The Man Who Saved Pinball
Roger Sharpe was sweating in his badly-fitted suit,
But his mustache was impeccable and features resolute.
He made his introductions to a half a dozen strangers
As the New York City councilmen received him in their chambers.
The media had gathered to secure themselves a peek
At the story that was sure to be the strangest of the week.
Proceedings were commencing, and in just a little while
The pastime known as pinball was about to go on trial.
LaGuardia had banned the game in 1942
As a “slimy” form of gambling that contaminated youths.
Machines were melted down for scrap, dismantled piece by piece,
Their wooden legs recycled into
Hermione Granger (Sonnet) by bryancrain88, literature
Literature
Hermione Granger (Sonnet)
I wish I'd read these books when I was younger;
I might have been a more determined student.
I got all A's, was dutiful and prudent,
But I never had Hermione Granger's hunger.
The facts went in and out. Through all those years
I only learned the things I was required to.
To learn all one could know's what she aspired to,
And she wouldn't be dissuaded by the sneers.
She proved that reading books can make you awesome
When devotion to improvement is relentless,
This muggle-born daughter of some dentists
Who met monsters with intelligence and bossed them.
I wasted my precociousness, but honest,
I'm glad that one of us fulfilled their promise.
Daisy Chain Dreams by Mercury-the-Queen, literature
Literature
Daisy Chain Dreams
i.
she taught him to make daisy chains,
and they sat in the summer sun
and tangled their flower-laced dreams into the wind,
letting their white petal wishes spell out letters
on the thirsty grass.
-
the birds in the air
screeched and soared;
she saw his envy
and taught him how to fly without wings.
-
they looped flowers over their bodies and giggled
until
dusk teased the goosebumps from their skin
with gentle fingertips.
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ii.
she's a poet now, and he's a musician,
and neither have time for silly things like daisy chains
or starving grass.
they meet in silver buildings that are too loud,
and they can't scream over