Auckland Poetry

The CONTEST.
by
Bernard V. Kyle
[C] 2007

Those minutes of longing & yearning,
Time passing, as hope starts to fade,
Pulse on the pound, the crowds raucous sound,
Has the hype, been all overplayed ??.

Some garbed in outlandish costume,
The more staid, in ritual attire,
Face paint, an added adornment,
But all, with the belly on fire.

Speakers that blare, Policemen who pair,
Players in combat, no less,
Out to succumb & overcome,
No mercy, due care, no largesse.

The siren then goes, the last whistle blows,
For some, it’s all grief & woe,
While victors gyrate, & celebrate,
A win, o’er an arch rival foe.

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