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Why? Did you find someone who combines the two?
C Boomer's Cricket Poetry.
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Why? Did you find someone who combines the two?
Varun
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Well yeah I appreciate it.
GlitchInTheMatrix
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Have you released any books of your poems? They're really great.
C Boomer
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Have you released any books of your poems? They're really great.
No, I only do this during the winter months but thanks for your nice comments!
GlitchInTheMatrix
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You have a great talent on poetry. Try to make it even better, who says if you can overcome great poets?
C Boomer
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The Battle of Malahide !
An historic cricket match between two great sporting nations, more closely interlinked than may at first appear.......
The Battle of Malahide
Ireland and England are two separate, cricket nations
and between them, there?s been upsets and sensations
At the latest cricket ODI on 3/9/13, again they did collide
to face off once more in the battle of Malahide!
But these two arch rivals are closely interlinked
allow me to explain, to make it clear and succinct
The English skipper Morgan and debutant bowler big Boyd
had both previously played for Ireland, causing some to be annoyed!
But let he who is without sin, cast the first stone
Ireland?s opening bowler was once Englands very own
Now as we proceed, don't let your head get into a ?tis,
as there's plenty of conundrums, for one heck of a pub quiz!
Both respective captains brought up centuries with a towering six
one Irish, one used to be but now English, don't get them mixed
The top scorer and top wicket-taker of the victorious team,
were both Irish now English, do you understand who I mean?
Not forgetting the top wicket taker on the losing side
was the one that was English, though now Irish allied
And though England ran out, eventual worthy winners
each man played for his shirt, so that does not make them sinners!
Ten thousand and more came to cheer their heroes aloud
Ten thousand and more returned home, a well entertained crowd
So next time Ireland and England lock horns, wherever that may be?
Be thankful they are friends, despite their diverse traditions and sporting rivalry!
An historic cricket match between two great sporting nations, more closely interlinked than may at first appear.......
The Battle of Malahide
Ireland and England are two separate, cricket nations
and between them, there?s been upsets and sensations
At the latest cricket ODI on 3/9/13, again they did collide
to face off once more in the battle of Malahide!
But these two arch rivals are closely interlinked
allow me to explain, to make it clear and succinct
The English skipper Morgan and debutant bowler big Boyd
had both previously played for Ireland, causing some to be annoyed!
But let he who is without sin, cast the first stone
Ireland?s opening bowler was once Englands very own
Now as we proceed, don't let your head get into a ?tis,
as there's plenty of conundrums, for one heck of a pub quiz!
Both respective captains brought up centuries with a towering six
one Irish, one used to be but now English, don't get them mixed
The top scorer and top wicket-taker of the victorious team,
were both Irish now English, do you understand who I mean?
Not forgetting the top wicket taker on the losing side
was the one that was English, though now Irish allied
And though England ran out, eventual worthy winners
each man played for his shirt, so that does not make them sinners!
Ten thousand and more came to cheer their heroes aloud
Ten thousand and more returned home, a well entertained crowd
So next time Ireland and England lock horns, wherever that may be?
Be thankful they are friends, despite their diverse traditions and sporting rivalry!
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C Boomer
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Ireland's qualifacation for the 2015 ODI World Cup......
Earlier this season, the top ranked associate cricket nation assured their 2015 ODI world cup qualification with some style and panache, though it was a supreme all-round team effort, one player in particular despite his maturing vintage was spectacular throughout.......
Johnston. David, Trent !
Pardon me if I may, no need to hasten away,
pull up a chair sit down and stay
switch off that mobile, forget facebook and twitter,
so we can communally chitter,
I'll make a brew, one lump or two?
Then I tell you about a fine Irish cricketer,
now that your're sitting content, I'll now
permit me to wax lyrical and verbally vent!
Strong the allure of any Irish tour
so many thrilling matches, seldom demure
And just as worthy as any before,
this current Irish team were top drawer
the vintage of March 2013,
U. A. E. the venue and opposing team
though the perfect gent, one particular Irish player,
the opposition he did torment!
First match up, the Inter-Continental cup,
Ireland's batsmen all ran amok
a first innings score, now etched in folklore,
such a glorious feat in desert like heat
589 amassed the total score,
easily surpassed the 578 of before
And for him 250 career wickets came and went,
despite the thankless wickets of firm cement?
Next match a world qualifying game,
top of the table determined to remain
Ireland bowled out the Emirates for 165,
then time for their batsman to thrive
knocking off the runs with overs in store,
but who bowled Ali out for just 4?
post match figures 6-28-1 the extent,
of an inspired performance, magnificent!
With little time for respite, the second world cup qualifier,
in Sharjar's sun bright
the Emirate's improved their bating,
but who again caught them napping?
M.O.M. with 9-2-25-4 unsurpassed,
like 'Billy the Kid' lightening fast
his bowling so passionately fervent,
without faltering reprieve, remorse or relent!
At the final T20, he watched with the crowd,
his team victorious and proud
in automatic transmission, Ireland,
easily completing the mission,
so Australia 2015 when we come,
Mr Lillee, Warne McGrath,and Thompson
bow with one knee bent, when you hear the name, Johnston.. David Trent!
Earlier this season, the top ranked associate cricket nation assured their 2015 ODI world cup qualification with some style and panache, though it was a supreme all-round team effort, one player in particular despite his maturing vintage was spectacular throughout.......
Johnston. David, Trent !
Pardon me if I may, no need to hasten away,
pull up a chair sit down and stay
switch off that mobile, forget facebook and twitter,
so we can communally chitter,
I'll make a brew, one lump or two?
Then I tell you about a fine Irish cricketer,
now that your're sitting content, I'll now
permit me to wax lyrical and verbally vent!
Strong the allure of any Irish tour
so many thrilling matches, seldom demure
And just as worthy as any before,
this current Irish team were top drawer
the vintage of March 2013,
U. A. E. the venue and opposing team
though the perfect gent, one particular Irish player,
the opposition he did torment!
First match up, the Inter-Continental cup,
Ireland's batsmen all ran amok
a first innings score, now etched in folklore,
such a glorious feat in desert like heat
589 amassed the total score,
easily surpassed the 578 of before
And for him 250 career wickets came and went,
despite the thankless wickets of firm cement?
Next match a world qualifying game,
top of the table determined to remain
Ireland bowled out the Emirates for 165,
then time for their batsman to thrive
knocking off the runs with overs in store,
but who bowled Ali out for just 4?
post match figures 6-28-1 the extent,
of an inspired performance, magnificent!
With little time for respite, the second world cup qualifier,
in Sharjar's sun bright
the Emirate's improved their bating,
but who again caught them napping?
M.O.M. with 9-2-25-4 unsurpassed,
like 'Billy the Kid' lightening fast
his bowling so passionately fervent,
without faltering reprieve, remorse or relent!
At the final T20, he watched with the crowd,
his team victorious and proud
in automatic transmission, Ireland,
easily completing the mission,
so Australia 2015 when we come,
Mr Lillee, Warne McGrath,and Thompson
bow with one knee bent, when you hear the name, Johnston.. David Trent!
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
There's always someone looking !
Mrs Most the perfect host, loved to boast,
of her lifestyle celebrity
Cordon bleu, through and through, preparing food,
in front of all and sundry
Then for dessert, a speculative flirt, with something inert,
made from an illicit tree !
But, 'my o my', a passing fly, got rather high
and told a busy bee
Whose clear dismay at this affray, did not delay,
rightful expediency
It informed the press, about this sordid mess and the rest,
as they say is history !
P.C. Plum liked to beat his drum, no one?s chum,
when on patrol
On road or street, never discreet, had targets to meet,
promotion his only goal
He reported his Aunt Annie, his Uncle Danny even his Granny,
a vigilante, without heart or soul !
Then after duty, all smug and snooty, not on footie,
drove to a public house
At the bar, he drank more than a jar, then returned to his car,
like an unprincipled louse
But an angry wasp, told an albatross who notified his boss,
now Mr Plum has no job or spouse!
Little Lord Fauntleroy, a spoilt boy, foul play his deceitful ploy,
to win every game
Batting at the wicket, playing cricket, he thinly nicked it,
though remained without shame
But the umpire had no doubt, it was a worthy shout and gave him out,
so his lordship, called him a nasty name!
Then a watching toad from a nearby road, told a crow to dispatch its load,
most unceremoniously
it landed dead on his lordship?s head and nothing more was said,
rude or pretentiously
so take heed, no matter class or creed, beware the perils of weed
and never concede, your moral integrity !
Whether cooking, booking, bowling or hooking,
keep your dignity intact, as here's a fact,
there's always someone looking!
Happy New Year to all on Planet Cricket !
Mrs Most the perfect host, loved to boast,
of her lifestyle celebrity
Cordon bleu, through and through, preparing food,
in front of all and sundry
Then for dessert, a speculative flirt, with something inert,
made from an illicit tree !
But, 'my o my', a passing fly, got rather high
and told a busy bee
Whose clear dismay at this affray, did not delay,
rightful expediency
It informed the press, about this sordid mess and the rest,
as they say is history !
P.C. Plum liked to beat his drum, no one?s chum,
when on patrol
On road or street, never discreet, had targets to meet,
promotion his only goal
He reported his Aunt Annie, his Uncle Danny even his Granny,
a vigilante, without heart or soul !
Then after duty, all smug and snooty, not on footie,
drove to a public house
At the bar, he drank more than a jar, then returned to his car,
like an unprincipled louse
But an angry wasp, told an albatross who notified his boss,
now Mr Plum has no job or spouse!
Little Lord Fauntleroy, a spoilt boy, foul play his deceitful ploy,
to win every game
Batting at the wicket, playing cricket, he thinly nicked it,
though remained without shame
But the umpire had no doubt, it was a worthy shout and gave him out,
so his lordship, called him a nasty name!
Then a watching toad from a nearby road, told a crow to dispatch its load,
most unceremoniously
it landed dead on his lordship?s head and nothing more was said,
rude or pretentiously
so take heed, no matter class or creed, beware the perils of weed
and never concede, your moral integrity !
Whether cooking, booking, bowling or hooking,
keep your dignity intact, as here's a fact,
there's always someone looking!
Happy New Year to all on Planet Cricket !
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Aravind.
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Nice poems once a again KIU 
SpitfiresKent
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C Boomer
Club Captain
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My Writers Cricket Team !
As well as being keen on cricket, I am also part of an internet writers club and for a bit of fun and flattery so to speak, I formed my very own Writers cricket team and as you'll see, they aren't half bad....
Now you can talk of tales of yore, of now or long before
but it's at my writers's club with shoulders you may rub
belonging to perfect, poetic purveyors,
whose cricketing abilities have no equal,
powerful hitters, yet sweet as treacle
who also bowl deceptively diverse,
flight and variation, mixed with a little rhyming verse,
so ultra competitive behind well quaffed layers, here are my pretty, poetic players..
Opening fast bowlers 1 and 2,
Yellow butterfly and Girl Friday form a deadly crew
they can run and hit the deck with style and speed,
allied with power and precision,
in perfect cadence, timing and rhythm,
the facing batsmen stand little chance,
against such exponents of literacy and dance,
mixed with the deft touch of an assassin?s creed!
Now if an obstinate opponent digs in,
time to bring on some crafty spin
and my writer's side contains a glamorous,deadly twosome
They will tease each batsman out,
with unique guile and a sexy pout
and should one become a little frisky,
Robbie and Dye can play it risque,
then send him packing, without a single run!
To finish off the opposition,
I have two bowlers of high disposition
they can outwit batsmen who oppose
each can make the ball bend and swoon,
can even bounce it off a full or waxing moon
all shall be easily bowled or caught,
for a paltry score or simply nought,
so hats off please to Lydia and SyberRose!
After a short interlude, the caf? team bat next in feisty mood
step forth an awesome all rounder,
a dainty dish, no bawdy bounder
swats every ball for 6 and whose poems are sweetly sincere,
She can play and pen all kind of serene strokes,
captivating alike the hearts of gals and blokes,
a cricketer and writer who has no peer,
Frieda is her name, always concise and clear!
Every game requires two adjudicators overseeing
and our club has the finest umpires/ poets most endearing
they dot every i and cross the t?s,
never crass or vulgar, they always aim to please
distinguished though never flash,
daring, but with scholarly panache,
so bow or curtsy to our Queens of the realm,
Maria and Sheila Kline!
Whether playing cricket or penning words, this side never flop
as everyone knows, cream rises to the top,
easy on the eye, exquisite and supreme,
brilliant at what they do, I just stand around and enjoy the view,
but if you are the next Shakespeare and Sobers combined
on this writers cricket side, no place you'll find,
cause I'm the leader of my all feminine hareem
and as you know in cricket, the captain always picks the team!
As well as being keen on cricket, I am also part of an internet writers club and for a bit of fun and flattery so to speak, I formed my very own Writers cricket team and as you'll see, they aren't half bad....
Now you can talk of tales of yore, of now or long before
but it's at my writers's club with shoulders you may rub
belonging to perfect, poetic purveyors,
whose cricketing abilities have no equal,
powerful hitters, yet sweet as treacle
who also bowl deceptively diverse,
flight and variation, mixed with a little rhyming verse,
so ultra competitive behind well quaffed layers, here are my pretty, poetic players..
Opening fast bowlers 1 and 2,
Yellow butterfly and Girl Friday form a deadly crew
they can run and hit the deck with style and speed,
allied with power and precision,
in perfect cadence, timing and rhythm,
the facing batsmen stand little chance,
against such exponents of literacy and dance,
mixed with the deft touch of an assassin?s creed!
Now if an obstinate opponent digs in,
time to bring on some crafty spin
and my writer's side contains a glamorous,deadly twosome
They will tease each batsman out,
with unique guile and a sexy pout
and should one become a little frisky,
Robbie and Dye can play it risque,
then send him packing, without a single run!
To finish off the opposition,
I have two bowlers of high disposition
they can outwit batsmen who oppose
each can make the ball bend and swoon,
can even bounce it off a full or waxing moon
all shall be easily bowled or caught,
for a paltry score or simply nought,
so hats off please to Lydia and SyberRose!
After a short interlude, the caf? team bat next in feisty mood
step forth an awesome all rounder,
a dainty dish, no bawdy bounder
swats every ball for 6 and whose poems are sweetly sincere,
She can play and pen all kind of serene strokes,
captivating alike the hearts of gals and blokes,
a cricketer and writer who has no peer,
Frieda is her name, always concise and clear!
Every game requires two adjudicators overseeing
and our club has the finest umpires/ poets most endearing
they dot every i and cross the t?s,
never crass or vulgar, they always aim to please
distinguished though never flash,
daring, but with scholarly panache,
so bow or curtsy to our Queens of the realm,
Maria and Sheila Kline!
Whether playing cricket or penning words, this side never flop
as everyone knows, cream rises to the top,
easy on the eye, exquisite and supreme,
brilliant at what they do, I just stand around and enjoy the view,
but if you are the next Shakespeare and Sobers combined
on this writers cricket side, no place you'll find,
cause I'm the leader of my all feminine hareem
and as you know in cricket, the captain always picks the team!
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C Boomer
Club Captain
- Joined
- Dec 17, 2013
The Amoebas x 3 !
At my cricket club some of us support England others Ireland when the two occasionally meet on the world centre stage, though three particular chaps were most ungracious in defeat, so I took remedial action!
There grew three amoeba neath a stone down at my cricket club
you could tell by the look of them they were fond of their grub,
rare strains, scientifically coded Shane Mullet, big Hank & Bobby Mac
England to the core but mention Irish cricket and your health they'd attack!
So it came round, England drew Ireland at the 2011 cricket world cup
those amoebas grew anxious, emitting a putrefying stink with each, tut tut'
just because one side play test cricket, the other an associate nation
and dare England lose it would be a world upset and sensation !
But cricket's a funny old game, quite often it will throw up a twist
and England got hammered by a country, they claimed didn't exist!
Yes Ireland's Kevin O'Brien bate the pommes all over the place,
and those amoebas went berserk, turning first green, then red in the face!
So I formed a plan, to rid us of germs like those found down a loo,
how could we put up with their stink, if England didn't qualify and get through?
I told them dumb asshole Amoebas some silly old spake,
that England's Paul Collingwood, was feeding the ducks down by the lake!
Off they slithered down to the water's edge oh so quick
to see who could crawl first, to the Englishman's bum for a lick,
when all three had gathered together, I then knew that I'd got'em,
quickly shoving them into the water and they sank straight to the bottom!
Now despite their big bellies and egos, the rest of us know only too well
the Amoeba is a simple life form, it has only one brain cell,
it will live very happily far beneath, on the base of a pond,
with its friends the bacteria, leeches, toad and frog spawn!
Now don't worry yourself about our Amoeba x 3
they say that pond life enjoys its own company,
down by the lake their voices can still be heard
blabbing away, about the bizarre and absurd!
So feel free to wade into the water and on top of them release....
An enormous, 'King Richard the third'!
At my cricket club some of us support England others Ireland when the two occasionally meet on the world centre stage, though three particular chaps were most ungracious in defeat, so I took remedial action!
There grew three amoeba neath a stone down at my cricket club
you could tell by the look of them they were fond of their grub,
rare strains, scientifically coded Shane Mullet, big Hank & Bobby Mac
England to the core but mention Irish cricket and your health they'd attack!
So it came round, England drew Ireland at the 2011 cricket world cup
those amoebas grew anxious, emitting a putrefying stink with each, tut tut'
just because one side play test cricket, the other an associate nation
and dare England lose it would be a world upset and sensation !
But cricket's a funny old game, quite often it will throw up a twist
and England got hammered by a country, they claimed didn't exist!
Yes Ireland's Kevin O'Brien bate the pommes all over the place,
and those amoebas went berserk, turning first green, then red in the face!
So I formed a plan, to rid us of germs like those found down a loo,
how could we put up with their stink, if England didn't qualify and get through?
I told them dumb asshole Amoebas some silly old spake,
that England's Paul Collingwood, was feeding the ducks down by the lake!
Off they slithered down to the water's edge oh so quick
to see who could crawl first, to the Englishman's bum for a lick,
when all three had gathered together, I then knew that I'd got'em,
quickly shoving them into the water and they sank straight to the bottom!
Now despite their big bellies and egos, the rest of us know only too well
the Amoeba is a simple life form, it has only one brain cell,
it will live very happily far beneath, on the base of a pond,
with its friends the bacteria, leeches, toad and frog spawn!
Now don't worry yourself about our Amoeba x 3
they say that pond life enjoys its own company,
down by the lake their voices can still be heard
blabbing away, about the bizarre and absurd!
So feel free to wade into the water and on top of them release....
An enormous, 'King Richard the third'!
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