Michael Philips


Normally I Hate Sports - Poem by Michael Philips

Don’t ask me how I am here
standing next to the pro quarterback
as he lofts one down the practice field.
There should be a vapor trail on that one
as it descends into the next county
with smart bomb accuracy
and almost makes you believe in sanctity,
or better yet, romance.

I’d forgotten how nothing else matters
in the moments after your first kiss.
I turn.
He’s over there looking at a clipboard.


Comments about Normally I Hate Sports by Michael Philips

  • (11/26/2006 9:06:00 PM)

    Oh so perfect, and funny because it is so accurate. Pleasure as always to read you! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/18/2006 8:52:00 AM)

    mind works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Very nice (Report)Reply

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  • (10/15/2006 5:48:00 PM)

    Touchdown! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/11/2006 1:41:00 PM)

    and you hit one out of the ground onto the paper wagon there... (Report)Reply

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  • (10/11/2006 9:33:00 AM)

    In my dream, I was the shadow of a quarterback...I became him! (Report)Reply

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  • (10/11/2006 8:53:00 AM)

    Michael...very original way of looking at a pass. Take care, John (Report)Reply

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  • (10/11/2006 8:11:00 AM)

    tantalising! makes me want to know more....... excellent write here! HG: -) (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Poem Edited: Friday, October 15, 2010


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