Showing posts with label Jordan Spieth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jordan Spieth. Show all posts

Monday, April 5, 2021

To Become a Champion

PAD Challenge day 4: For today's prompt, write an active poem.

I can still hear my mom and gramma encouraging us 
when we were children and ready to quit,
 'deah veah ohaldt, winned'. 
Translation from Pennsylvania Dutch,..
 'the one who keeps on wins!'

Jordan Spieth is living proof!
The one thing he did not do was quit!
'sometimes I shot balls till my hands bled
and nothing seemed to help' said
Jordan Spieth in an interview 





Anyone who follows golf is surely celebrating and rejoicing
with Jordan Spieth, after yesterday's triumph at the Valero Texas Open
  ended a four year victory-drought; his first win in 83 starts!!

Eagle, birdie, bogie, par
What a lot of ways there are
To test confidence and grit
Suffer long and do not quit

Grimace, grumble, grapple, grin
Take a few knocks on the chin
Weep, pray, rant, rave if you must
Slam your club into the dust

Weather heat and wind and rain
Take a deep breath, try again
Perfect drive or bunker-shot
Sometimes high-five, sometimes…not

Sometimes fairway, sometimes rough
Sometimes ace and sometimes duff
There is no way to win but
To keep on with drive-chip-putt

If you want the winner’s cup
Do not, oh, do not give up
This is the only way, son
To become a champion

© Janet Martin


Sunday, April 8, 2018

Mist-kissed Past-Cast


The Winning Shot! 
More moments...
Thank-you Jordan Spieth and Rickie Fowler, for adding the nail-biter finish as our hearts soared and fell with the score, depending on who we were cheering for!

...and then the Past comes slipping in
To brush to nothing-more-than-mist
the bloom and blush of grin 
and groan and moments
tear or laughter-
 kissed
Where all
that yet remains from
pain and pleasure's mighty itty-bit
is the remembrance  of the moment
and what we  have learned from it

Janet~


Rory offers congratulations he dreamed perhaps, of receiving...but not this time. 

The common fellowship of we who slip and trip and fall
Is that we feel true sympathy for those who know the pain
Of broken dreams and hope that seems, at the moment, so small
But makes us brave enough to stand up tall and try again

***

Another twilight fades to shades that snuffs the countryside
 Where history is made with what we did with what we held
Then each today turns into yesterday on time's swift tide
And shapes the view we look back to as twilight shadows meld






Monday, April 11, 2016

But 'How'...



 If you don't watch golf then the name Jordan Spieth is simply another name,
but to those who do, yesterday's stunning finale will never be forgotten!
Trying to come to grips with what just happened...


It’s not so much the ‘if’ we lose
But ‘how’ that shapes the ‘who’
That we become after the humb-
-ling hurt of it is through

It’s not so much the ‘what’ of it
That dictates happiness
But how we use the Now of it
That steals or deals success

© Janet Martin

We congratulate Danny Willett
(nice article if you click the link)

God does not call us to success, but to faithfulness~

Dear Jordan Spieth...(and the rest of us too)



 Jordan, we are so proud of the way you handled, under the scrutiny of millions of eyes,
a huge life-disappointment!


What to do…
The day is new
And you and I
Are privy to
Its moments, oh,
They fall like snow
And melt into
Time’s come-and-go
While we employ
Heartbreak and joy
And all the noise
That goes with it
Of win and loss
The albatross
To those of us
Who dare not quit

© Janet Martin

A year ago, celebration...


Sunday, April 10, 2016

Here's to the World of Sport

PAD Challenge Day 10: write an emotions poem

The Masters 2016 are not in the books yet but oh, I need a break!

Handshakes,
 Heartbreaks,
High-fives, lows
O-o-o-ohs and a-a-a-hs,
Applause,
Oh, no-o-os!
Cheers and tears
Moans, groans,
Weep, grin
Hold your breath,
Exhale again
Cross your fingers
Close your eyes,
Heart-pounding
Couch-coaching cries
Laugh, wail, tremble,
Cringe, yell, snort
Oh,
This is the world of
watching sport

Janet Martin

There is a fine line between disaster and success here (the Masters)
Lee Westwood 

There are many who care little about the world of competition but for those of us who enjoy the adrenaline rush of the road to victory or defeat...well,
Wow, what an ebb and flow of emotion we experience that they...
Don't!

an hour after the above pic...

Glad

PAD Challenge day 10: For today’s prompt, pick an emotion, make it the title of your poem,

Jordan Spieth, Masters

Someday, I sighed to Victoria yesterday,as we watched the shadows lengthen at the Masters in Augusta Georgia, we too will have long, blue shadows on green, green grass...


Glad, glad that bad days pass
And in time's hourglass
The tide that brings
Those 'why-shaped' things
Holds laughter-dappled grass

After life-storms relent
And its havoc is spent
Glad, glad bad days 
Become the haze
Beneath blue skies sun-rent

Glad, glad when we are sad
And wish for what we had
That in the flask
Of Mercy's task
Wait new ways to be glad

 © Janet Martin


For you make me glad by your deeds, LORD; 
I sing for joy at what your hands have done.
Ps.92:4




Monday, April 13, 2015

Embrace It...to all of us




Congratulations to Jordan Spieth, enjoying some gold green-jacket moments:)



Embrace it; 
the offspring of trying
and never giving up
Savor full the flavor of
The victor's cup

Embrace it;
life's joy and sorrow
finely interlace
and who knows what tomorrow holds
to take its place

So, embrace it;
this very moment
flowing Whence to Thence
is shaping and bestowing
recompense

Janet~



Sunday, April 13, 2014

...And Then It Fades Away




 I took these pics off the TV screen so they're not that good...I always feel incredibly happy for the winner of a competition and incredibly sympathetic to the disappointment of the 'almost winner'! Congratulations Bubba! and we will see you next year, Jordan. what a day at the MASTERS!

…and then it fades away
The screen of twilight dark and deep
Where both triumph and heart-break sleep
In Past’s Immortal Day

That pinnacle of bliss
Where grit and glory coalesce
Soon falls beneath the burnished tress
Of Bygone’s faded kiss

Life’s bitter loss and tear
As dreams die on hope’s gilded green
Amalgamates upon a screen
Of middle-night and yester-year

A blend of gold and gray;
On one hand joy, the other grief
A moment free-fall from Time’s sheaf
…and then it fades away

©Janet Martin

In an interview tonight they asked  Ted Scott, Bubba's caddy 'what next?' he replied  'its a little soon to think about that but he knows he's going to bed tonight to sleep and tomorrow morning we begin another day...' Isn't that what we all do? Triumph or disappointment, we go to bed and begin again in the morning!