Onto the lawn we strode,
Two very good friends now enemies
As we played each other
In this Club competition.
On went my Match Mask,
This was different,
No animosity,
Politeness, yes,
Playing by the rules, yes,
But no humour,
That was for other times.
This was serious
It was a real match.
So off we went
Knocking the balls over the lawn
Towards and through the hoops.
My shots were so accurate
As my concentration was with me,
This was a match.
Through the hoops my balls went,
One nil, two nil, two one, three one.
He had no chance,
Four one, four two, five two.
This was my game,
The game I so enjoyed.
Five three, six three,
I was nearly there,
Just one more hoop.
Six four,
Then it happened,
My ball sailed thought the hoop,
The winning hoop,
So there I was the winner,
Seven four.
The Match Mask came off
And the real me was back,
Back with my friend,
Laughing and joking as usual
As we always were,
Except in a proper match
Where my Match Mask was worn.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I was playing my very good friend in a Croquet Club competition and in any serious sport competition I know I am a different person.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
I've met parking wardens like you. I'm sure they must be human before they put that uniform on, maybe somebody loves them, but suited up theyre hard as nails LOL
I dont blame you m8. After all muhammed ali was a different bloke in the ring too.
Very true d a, in match mode I am certainly a different person. I played table tennis for over thirty years and when just in the club I played seriously but when I played in league or other real matches I was in match mode. One of my best friends and I used to play and he could always beat me in the club, if we met in a proper match he never beat me.
M A certainly was a different man in the ring!
Andy
A fine write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Different roles for different occasions, Andy. Its been said of a certain gangster that he was a lovely family man, attended church regularly...
But you are an addict...no hope for you really....😊
Very true Dave.
I tell people now that "Croquet is my drug of choice".
Andyt
A true professional Andy. ; )
One tries AP. Thank you.
Andy
One succeeds Andy. ; )
really liked that message you imbued
behind the mask of your gripping poetry, Andy..
that yes, Nature wants us to compete
and yes that means, we wont always agree
but, through it all
beneath our masks, aren't we all
just People, striving
to be the best we can be?
So one is better, today
and the other dominated yesterday
after all, its just self-indulgent pride
to try and destroy things for everyone
just cause, things aren't going your way...
we are more
than our battles/matches
we are: those few, gifted
to experience the entirety of life
winning, losing and getting back-up
to try again, or simply accepting
and wisely, choosing
to move-on, to a weight class
where we're more likely to compete, evenly..
that's not a defeatist mentality, that's surviving
and choosing to denounce foolish pride
to insure we don't waste time
in futile pursuit of something, nature fated
wasn't for us, to begin with..
choosing our battles: is a quintessential
aspect, of life!
Thank you for your wonderful words Mek, much appreciated.
Andy
Ooo congrats! Niceky penned. Yiu might even be better than me now haha
Thank you SC. I always will be better, as in Backgammon.
Andy
Good write, Andy.
Felt I was in the match.
Thank you Jerry.
Andy
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