Tennis poems
12/23/2011
Holiday verse from Stella. Thanks.
STELLA
a verse for tomorrow. 2011 version . With apologies to Clement clarke Moore and any Planneteers I’ve omitted.
T’was the night before Christmas and through our Tennis Planet house,
Not a creature was posting,
No-one using their mouse.
Tourney dates were marked on our calendars with care,
In hopes that the new season soon would be there.
The Planeteers were all tucked up in their beds,
while visions of Grand Slams danced in their heads.
And TP in his basement and me safe in mine,
I had just settled down to a glass of red wine,
When from the laptop arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew in a flash,
Hit the space bar and enter then comma, dash, dash.
When on my flickering screen should appear,
a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles his greetings they came
he whistled and shouted and called us by name:
to Serran,To Banti ,to Sol and to Jenny
To Chieko ,we miss you. Your friends here are many.
To Clifford, to Dee to Gracie and Jill
To Mordecai, DSG, M, O, and Ricke,
To Rafafan,Chipnputt,to Bonnee and Claire,
To Librio,Bluechyll,to Leon and Sir V,
To Someoneelse,Avidtennisfan, Bonnie and Rick,
To Bjornino,Bettyjane,Leon and Humble,
To Adrian, Growltiger,Barbara, and Raj.
To Imaginaryband, To Serene and to Carolee
To Dominic Anderson who gets a line to himself
To Nelson, to Anna, to Bunnee and Manal
To Andrew ,Growltiger, Barbara and Raj
To Murph, Gipotu, to MHM and to DK
To Manon and Xeres and Sargeant and Stella
Oh, he certainly was a talkative fella.
Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down on a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight.
Happy Christmas to you all.
And to all a good night.
08/30/2011
US Open 2011 verse. From SE. Thanks.
SE
The U.S. Open Stelletry is now underway 😉
1.
The “Beast from Belgrade” has been reducing to rubble
his opposition as swiftly as he grows his stubble,
how might other players feel
now that it has been revealed
he hangs out in a hyperbaric egg-like bubble?
2.
Rafa has had a steep challenge this season,
supplanted at the top, and for very good reason,
must he add something to his game?
is his confidence not the same?
but many finals, and his forehead’s still creasin’
3.
Where is the Maestro, where did he go?
When will he give us a triumphant Sunday show?
I don’t mind other players
bringing their game’s newest layers
But let’s get busy Fed, you’re at a decade low
4.
The Scot can be hot and then suddenly not,
hard to buy into the idea that this USO’s his best shot,
it seems that each time he’s near
causes problems between the ears
don’t just react, tune into your own “sweet spot”
08/29/2011
More verses for US Open 2011. From Stella. Thanks.
STELLA
I got bored today with the matches so wrote some bad verse — Limericks for the top 4. After this it is up to the rest of you.
1. There was a man from Belgrade
who’s won all but 2 matches played.
he’s gone gluten free
to be the best he can be.
and it doesn’t look like his star soon will fade.
2 there was a young player from Spain
who’s tactics were remarkably plain.
keep adding more spin
till your opponent gives in
” but Roger has 16 slams and I hope to catch him now that he not win much but Novak he now beat me even on clay and I not play so good and I burn my hand and have pain, no?
3 a very famous player who’s Swiss
hit shots that never would miss.
His 8,719 583 Facebook fans
in their homes and the stands
hope the 2011 trophy will be his.
4. then theres a talented young Scot.
who losess first round quite a lot
when he’s in a slump
many matches he’ll dump.
but look out if he blows hot
08/27/2011
Verse for the US Open 2011. From Stella. Thanks.
STELLA
A verse for the US Open,
I’m back at home in my garden.
Trying to be calm and unwind.
The USO will be starting.
Will the draw for my Federer be kind.
It may be wet at the beginning.
Irene looks like a powerful storm
But soon they all wil be playing
And the weather we hope will be warm.
Can Murray build on the win at Cincy.
Will Rafa’s burnt hand be all right .
Can Nole compete if his arm aches.
And will Roger be prepared to fight.
I plan to relax by my TV.
I used to discuss matches with my Mum.
I hope she can still hear me.
when I chat to her after the day is done.
I wanted a Federer Nole final.
but that is not to be.
I wanted Clijsters to win too.
So now I’ll cheer for Vera Z. ( note you have to be American for this to rhyme . Zee. Jenny you will say Zed and it won’t rhyme, sorry )
12/25/2010
Tennis poems.
Great contributions from Stella and Clifford, thanks guys! I second a separate and permanent Poet thread.
SE
2010 was a year for the books,
setting up 2011 nicely, by the looks,
Rafa the champion, El Rey, as they say,
proved more than provincial, just “king on the clay”,
His dream, realized through will and determination,
produced what I now dub the “Tri-Slam Sensation”,
I can’t find the right words to praise his commitment,
I expect more great things, but will he be consistent?,
Among many things I look toward in 2011,
is consecutive wins in Monte Carlo, number seven?? 😉
The one we call Fed ends his year on a high,
bookending the season despite many a sigh,
I just can’t envision his early demise,
nor can I see myself watching more Davis Cup ties, (Jenny gets me)
With new coach in tow, he was a late-season wonder,
I now happily look forward to inspiration Down Under,
This renewed sense of spirit may be what he needed,
after “Fed needs a coach” rants went seemingly unheeded,
Well, I know that I’m stuck on Fedal once again,
and I don’t see the day when their reign finally ends,
Aside from Murray and Djoko, and with Del Potro in question,
and Nalbandian, as ever, a fleeting prospection (Aaaaaah!!!!!!!),
There are contenders galore, still being shown the door,
though there’s always the thought of new challengers in store,
We’ve seen such potential, yet they don’t reach “Slam Summit”,
more than likely some rankings will waver, then plummet,
Dynamic Duo still remains “the brand you can trust”,
and there’s no telling when that company will go bust!
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STELLA
I’ve just finished writing it and have time to post before bedtime so — here’s the Christmas verse for 2010.
With apologies to the late Clement Clarke Moore and to any Planeteers who I may have omitted in error.
T’was the night before Christmas and through our Tennis Planet house,
Not a creature was posting,
No-one using their mouse.
Tourney dates were marked on our calendars with care,
In hopes that the new season soon would be there.
The Planeteers were all tucked up in their beds,
while visions of Grand Slams danced in their heads.
And TP in his basement and me safe in mine,
I had just settled down to a glass of red wine,
When from the laptop arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the computer I flew in a flash,
Hit the space bar and enter then comma, dash, dash.
When on my flickering screen should appear,
a miniature sleigh and 8 tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
More rapid than eagles his greetings they came
he whistled and shouted and called us by name:
To Jenny, to Serran,To Banti ,to Sol
To Chieko San,Clifford, Dee, Gracie and Jill,
To Mordecai, DSG, M, O, and Ricke,
To Rafafan,Chipnputt,to Bonnee and Claire,
To Librio,Bluechyll,to Leon and Sir V,
To Someoneelse,Avidtennisfan, Bonnie and Rick,
To Bjornino,Bettyjane,Leon and Humble,
To Adrian, Growltiger,Barbara, and Raj.
To Manon and Xeres and Sargeant and Stella
Adrian, Growltiger, Barbara and Raj
To Murph, to MHM and to DK
Oh, he certainly was a talkative fella.
Then he sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down on a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight.
Happy Christmas to you all.
And to all a good night
STELLA
OK, it’s all over, so, to wrap up, here is my final Wimbledon verse.
To those who liked the verses I say “Thanks” for telling me
To those who didn’t like them I say “Thanks” for not telling me.
so, as players assess how their grass court season went and look forward to the
American hard court season I will end with this.
The time has come the tennis coach said.
to talk of many things.
Of shots, and shoes and strategies.
And those Babolat RPM Blast strings.
And why England was boiling hot.
And what the hard court season brings.
that’s all folks
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we used to sing “rounds ” around the caampfire as Brownies and Guides.
so this is
rafa and Tomas in roundabout way.
Wimbledon July 4th.
4th final there for Nadal.
Nadal wins in straights over Berdych.
Berdych can’t break Rafa’s serve.
Serve wide to the ad court.
Court baseline turned to dry clay.
Clay no worries for Rafa.
Rafa , second title at Wimbledon.
Wimbledon July 4th.
4th final there for Nadal ………….. and so on, and so on
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today and tomorrow, and wrap up Monday. I’m getting ready for retirement.
Vera’s bad dream.
I just had a really bad nightmare.
Dreamt I was playing on famed Centre Court.
Across the net was Serena.
it was harder than I’d ever thought.
She looked so angry while playing.
Hit lots of first serves, so well placed.
So, even though I tried my hardest.
Time after time I was aced.
But today I didn’t break my racquet.
Have a tantrum or even blub out loud.
And I fought to the very last second.
My surgeon and rehab guy should be proud.
Now I’ve awakened it was no dream
Serena is champion today.
But my Wimbledon dream continues.
I’ve still the doubles final to play.
(rats I lost that too )
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today’s should read a bit like the Longfellow poem– Hiawatha.
On the courts at SW19
Stood the Scot/Brit Andy Murray.
Heard the speaking of the umpire
heard the clapping of the watchers.
“15-40 ” said the umpire.
‘Come on Andy” said the mother.
Saw the game coach Miles Maclagan
Saw him urge his man on forward
Keep our hopes alive of winning.
Keep the dream alive for Britain.
But the man from Dunblane, Scotland
Could not beat the Spaniard , Rafa.
Could not make the Britons happy.
Could not break the drought since Perry
So dies the soccer/Wimby double.
And leaves the Brits to drown their troubles.
Cheers !!
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again I didn’t get to watch today so will settle down with my match tapes tonight.
Today is Canada Day and I spent much of the day on Parliament Hill in Ottawa, alongside well over 100,000 others to attend a concert, a flypast by the Snowbirds and to see the Queen who arrived in a horse drawn carriage with a escort of Royal Canadian Mounted Police on their beautiful steeds ( and hopefully no tasers). I say ” to see the Queen’ but since I’m 5ft 1 inch tall I saw most of it on the big monitors by the stage, but I did get a glimpse of her hat as she walked only about 5 feet away.
Today’s verse is the “by request” one. I was asked to do Kader Nouni. Ithought “how?” — then I remembered a comment made by Tracy Austin at the Rogers cup in Montreal and the verse grew from there.
The first time I heard Kader Nouni,
I was courtside, Roger’s Cup, Montreal.
When he spoke with that voice, and en Francais,
we eagerly awaited each call.
The next day I’m watching on TV,
Tracy Austin in the commentary box
suggests that each time she hears Monsieur Nouni
it makes her shiver right down to her socks.
“The grooviest man in tennis”
His Facebook homepage does say.
The BBC calls him La Umpo.
Je pourrais ecouter sa voix toute la journee.
( translated — I could listen to his voice all day )
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today was supposed to be about Nouni. That can wait till tomorrow.
We had a major event today. I don’t know much about the verse style called Haiku ( I read it is 3 lines, 5,7,5). Maybe Chieko San can tell me if I’ve got it all wrong but here is my attempt for today.
End of an era.
After seven straight finals.
Federer bows out.
and if I could speak to him I’d say:–
Go home , hug your girls.
You’re still their Number 1 Dad.
Your life is so blessed
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I’ve been out all day with no chance to see the day’s play so I don’t know who won or lost. So, it’s 6pm here and I have a lot of tapes to watch. that means todays verse is the more general type and not about today’s matches.
It was inspired by a kids book I spotted in Chapters on the weekend. I’m sorry Big sam Querrey lostyesterday because he’s the subject of the verse. Imagine if you will, Sam is about 8 years old , playing by his house near supper time. A load of boys with tennis racquets hitting balls in the driveway. There’s a tinkle of glass as a ball goes through a window. Dad Querey comes out to see who broke the window and sees a load of guilty looking kids.
Now, from Dr Seuss, Green Eggs and Ham , here is Sam I Am
I would not hit balls at a house.
I would not hit balls with a mouse.
I would not hit them with a fox.
No, I’m not standing on a box.
I would not hit them here or there.
I would not hit them anywhere.
I would not eat frogs legs or spam.
I do not like them, Sam I am.
I did not do it , sam I am..
PS tomorrows verse, by request is about Kader Nouni !!
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so I got the message that some of you want more verses so ………….
Today was Magic Monday. The US Open has Super Saturday but I’ve always thought that Wimbledon’s Magic Monday beats it hands down. All 32 players left in the singles draw are on court, none of this top half and bottom half of the draw stuff.
So for Magic Monday and its events you get a BOGO. Buy one , get one free
Of all the days to watch tennis,
Second Monday at Wimbledon’s best.
Round of 16 all men and women
and today we were certainly blessed.
I switched from one court to another,
many matches I wanted to see.
For as well as the marquee players,
there were many who were quite new to me.
I’ve spent countless hours watching tennis,
on TV and from the stands.
But I’ve never seen Zakopalova,
Pironkova,Groth,Lu or Brands.
and now the free one……….
A player from Taipei name of Lu.
Drew Roddick on Graveyard Court 2.
They said “Roddick in 3″
It wasn’t to be.
9-7 in the 5th, Lu goes through
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Suunday 27th a day of rest. I think this will be my last verse. I think people are getting tired of them so unless I find fans waving placards and protesting in the streets maybe I should stop.Let me know . I don’t want to outstay my welcome.
So this is to celebrate Federer . The greatest , the magic of his play , and the fact he made it to week two. This verse is with apologies to William Blake. As you read it ( or sing it) it is to the music of Sir Hubert Parry. All anglos or anglophiles will recognise this as the “hymn” Jerusalem
for those of you who do not know “Jerusalem I have included a you tube link to the song.
And did those feet in modern time,
Dance over England’s grass courts green.
And was the grestest of all time,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen.
He will not cease from mental fight,
nor shall his racquet sleep in his hand,
Till he has won another Slam.
In England’s green and pleasant land.
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Umpires get a lot of criticism. They oveerrule too much, or not enough. They enforce the time rule, or not. They enforce the coaching rule, or not. you get the idea.
One thing they have to do is umpire for an amazing United Nations of players and I am always amazed at how they handle the names.
So that is the theme for today.
A smart young man did aspire,
To be a tennis umpire.
He said “I won’t worry”
“If I get Henin or Murray”
“But I don’t think I can say Krasnoroutskaya.
or Razafimahatratra
or Kudryavtseva
or Pryzsienzy
or Lertcheewakarn
or Pavlyuchenkova
or Amanmuradova
or Bogomolov
or Cervantes-HHuegun
or Chakhnashvili
or Dzehalevic
or Lapusshenkova
or Zahlavova Strycova
( especially if they play together in doubles)
All names taken from Wimbledon 2010 players list
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hi.
after the first 4 days I really felt “tennissed out” today so here’s the latest.
I needed a break from just watching,
So I went out to play tennis instead.
But I did watch the straight sets from J J ,
and the same from my other fave, Fed.
Lleyton took on Gael on Centre.
“come on” defeated “allez”
The Djoker looked very impressive.
They’ll play each other Monday.
Isner went out with a whimper.
As we all expected he might.
Justine, Venus and Kim won their matches.
That’s it , so to all a good night.
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well that was a historic day so I’ve changed from the comic style of the Limeric to a more “appropriate for the occasion” narrative verse style as used in epic poems and Norse sagas.
It’s longer , so , take a bathroom break, make a coffee, and here goes…………….
The Queen visited Wimbledon Thursday,
77 was the last time she came.
She met and lunched with some players.
Then sat in a box bearing her name.
At lunch she saw Fed and Martina,
Novak, A Rod,Ginny Wade and Billie Jean.
They ate salmon and chicken and salad,
and of course Kent strawberries and cream.
Andy and Jarkko were first on.
Walk, turn,put bags down,and then bow.
They must have been feeling quite nervous.
But got loud applause from the crowd.
When they finally started playing,
I’m sure it’s a fairly safe bet,
That neither man wanted their scoreboard,
To read 59 all, final set.
Then when the first match was over,
She met the players up on the roof.
Tim Phillipps then showed her the trophies,
She got in her car and was gone–”poof”
When she got back to the Palace,
She wispered in Prince Phillip’s ear,
They gave me lunch and a great seat , dear ,
But I don’t think I’ll go back next year.
Then Isner and Mahut’s epic followed,
the match that just wouldn’t end.
70-68 Treetops wins it.
We won’t see something like it again.
After that it seemed anticlimactic,
though we had lots of great players play.
Serena, TP’s Anna and Rafa,
Rounded out this most memorable day,
THE END
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So, with apologies to however wrote this limerick first, this is the best I can come up with today—
There once was a man from Japan
Whose verses never would scan
When told “but the thing”
“should go with a swing”
He replied ” but I really want to get the most games in the last set as I possibly can”
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OK, it’s raining here so I can’t get out in my garden .
So, rather than wait for tomorrow, here’s today , Day 2, in a nutshell.
for Serena, Rafa and Murray.
easy, straight set wins in a hurry.
Though Stosur’s not happy
to lose to Kanepi
they’ve now time to golf with Henman in Surrey
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I promised no more verses but yesterday inspired me.
So here, from the poet in non residence at the Planet is Day 1 in a nutshell
The tennis from France was a yawn.
But what a day one on the lawn
Djoker, Davy and Fed
We gave up for dead
But they all won in 5 and moved on
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there once was a lady called Jenny,
who said “players from spain there are many’
because they’re from Spain
they can play in the rain
but it’s grass and not clay , bring your wellies.
OK, that’s my last.
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there once was a fellow called Murray,
who said to the Brits “don’t you worry’
I’ll beat Querrey and Rafa
cos its Roger I’m after
and i’ll be the first British champ since Fred Perry
such verse — and it’s free— I’m not in residence