Sestina

This is the moment he has been waiting for.

As he slowly walks onto the court

He thinks how far he as had to travel

To make this a reality.

The crowd cheers and then he waves,

The fun part is over, time for the work.

New strings on the racquet are a good perk.

He concentrates while looking at the floor,

He thinks about all the energy he gave,

But he still loves the sport.

He has to get into the right mentality, 

He can't afford to let his game unravel.

Before the first serve he looks down at the gravel

He looks at his opponent who has a smirk,

He knows that he can't loose his vitality.

In the first set he's already down by four,

He needs some support,

It feels like he is digging his own grave.

His face is grave

He wishes that he was at home playing scrabble.

Slowing down the pace is his last resort.

The ball hits the net again and he goes berserk.

Soon his hand starts to get sore.

He can't leave the court, he is a slave.

It's time to be brave.

Shadows begin to lurk

Across the clay floor

At which he marvels.

He does everything to try and save

The match. He is getting fed up with the sport.

For a while it looks like he might not fall short,

His opponent looses his temper and misbehaves.

He is starting to act like a jerk.

A victory is what he craves.

Soon he cannot hear the crowd babble

And everything he starts to ignore.

He just realized that he wrote the poem 

wrong but has too much homework

so will fix it later.

Fem/Mas Poem

One day a man got an idea when he looked at his ferrari black

Car. He put on his callvin klien jeans got in the car and 

Backed it out of the driveway. On the horizon he could see 

The tangerine  joy of the sunset. The sky was a rich red velvet

Color. When he got on the street he accelerated to five miles per hour.

Then he did something crazy.

Hoping to become a one man show and impress his friends,

He put the car on cruise control. He took hold of the aqua chrome 

Handle and opened the door. The smell of diesel fuel entered the car.

Slowly he lifted himself out of the seat and prepared to put his feet on

The moving ground. This part was essential. All he could hear was 

His heartbeat, then in an instant he jumped out and tried to run alongside 

The car. Before he knew it he was on the ground,

Watching his car riding off into the rising luminous moon.

The recovery process was long and arduous. One day he decided

To try again. Against the blue sky he and his friends set out. 

Once he got onto a good street he set the car in motion. He

Pressed on the sandalwood paneling and opened the door.

Raising the stakes he set the cruise control to seven miles

Per hour. In contradiction with his friends' wishes he 

Began to exit the car.

He let a taxi pass by and then he jumped out. He hit 

The ground running. For a moment he stumbled and

Caught a glance of his coolwater blue sneakers. He

Regained his balance and ran alongside the car. He could see

The pink diamond lights on his dashboard. With growing confidence 

He jumped on the hood of the car. He had mastered the 

Essence of ghost riding.