Posted tagged ‘poetry’

I Am a Female Redskins Fan #HTTR

August 24, 2013

A lifelong Redskins fan, I have been writing poetry in support of my team!

The only way I can justify watching the games this season, for 3+ hours per week, is to use what I see on the TV to fuel my writing.

This blog post is my directory of Redskins Poems. Each listing is a clickable link that will allow you to view the entire poem.

January 2016 UPDATE: The site where my Redskins poems were originally posted has been shut down. The poems are archived off-line and are being retrieved. As this time-consuming process unfolds, each obsolete link will be replaced. They will remain here and a new message will announce when you can view them. The video is the only link that still works. Enjoy!

POEM 1: I am the Female Redskins Fan [Steelers vs. Redskins]

POEM 2: Redskins vs. Bills – Look at the stats “Listen up ‘Buffalonians'”

POEM 3: Have You Not Been Paying Attention?

POEM 4: Women of Redskins Nation

POEM 5: What? You are a fan of WHO?

POEM 6: Going to a Redskins Game (at RFK)

POEM 7: Redskins visit Tampa Bay

POEM 8: The Redskins are Tough to Beat

Redskins Nostalgia: Brush with a Legend

POEM 9: Twas the Night Before Football

POEM 10: Tough2Beat – The Redskins poem that is a rap (Lyrics will be linked here at a later time) VIDEO BELOW

POEM 11: Go Hug a Fellow Fan

POEM 12: Let a Smile Be Your Umbrella – Say Cheese

POEM 13: For Game 3 against the Detroit Lions

POEM 14: The Importance of the Fans

POEM 15: The Reason Why We Lose

POEM 16: Uniting Fans for Game 4 vs. Oakland Raiders

POEM 17: The Redskins Got a WIN !!!

POEM 18: Cowboy Time Baby Bi, By, Bye!

POEM 19: Song for San Diego

Please, bookmark this page and check back each week for new poems.

You may also find my poems on Twitter @poetatete and on Google+

I posted my video really early in the morning on the day of the Season Opener (Monday, Sept. 9th 2014).

A few hours later, a new follower showed up on my profile:

I am regularly surprised by non-Redskins fans who have taken the time to read and write to me about my poems.


If you think that is amazing, look at this. I didn’t know that my beloved “twin-sister” (from another mister), whom I’ve known since we were very young, was raised in a Cowboys home! She is friendly and loving, she will not harm anyone allied with the Redskins. Her husband is a Redskins fan!

I asked her to share my poems with him, but she shared them with everyone on her Facebook wall!

Poem 6 was retweeted by a news anchor at Washington’s #1 radio station.


All poems and musical compositions posted here are the original creations of Cheryl Crockett.



Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku (Week 25)

August 6, 2013

June 18 – June 24

Haiku #176 (June 18)

Grieving parents
Imagine their child in heaven
Meeting great-grandma.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #177 (June 19)

A child holds a toy
She’ll place in her sister’s hand.
The final present.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #178 (June 20)

On a day like this
Children can play outside late.
One girl is missing.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #179 (June 21)

Children play til nine.
“The street light isn’t on yet!”
Summer’s late sunset.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #180 (June 22)

Sorrow and regret
Are expressed in salty tears
Cried at funerals.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #181 (June 23)

Riding the right lane
Driving at the speed limit
Because I’m not late.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #182 (June 24)

Super Moon returns
And looks inside my window
Slowly he passes.

by Cheryl Crockett

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NaPoWriMo Day 9

April 10, 2013

NaPoWriMo Badge


I walked into the venue solo.
My journal tucked firmly under my arm
So not to appear suspicious.
Everyone in the place looked different
dressed different
talked different
but they all had one thing in common
as they sat there
in silence
All of their names were on a list
and it was only a matter of time
Because it’s poetry night on U Street.

The hot young college student steps up to the mic.
She’s a double major in Communications and Language Arts…
Probably won her first poetry contest at age 5.
(Oh OK! She just said it was age 6.)
With more than enough confidence to go first,
she doesn’t mind
She has to leave early
because she has a secret:
Exams in the morning.

A young man stares at her
like a hungry dog
at an Alpo® factory.
His hasty scribbles
on the napkin in front of him
disguise themselves as a love poem
he’s more than eager to share
with the first girl who’ll believe him.

Under the table
the purse of the woman next to him
is a flimsy camouflauge
for her wayward hand
that moves along his thigh
like she’s got 50 cents but needs a dollar
and she’s gonna get it
from his pocket
without asking
as the next name is called.
Because it’s poetry night on U Street.

Smoke from incense curls and intertwines with
the steam from freshly poured cups of chai.
Fingers snap… light applause.

A nervous stranger shows up late
He reaches out a sweaty hand
to pull the host to one side.
“No, the list is full. Come early next time.
I’ll put you on the waiting list, but I can’t promise anything.”

The stranger takes the long way through the crowd
While dropping fliers
on each table before he leaves.
They’re for his own poetry event.
I pick up a flier
and stuff it into my pocket.
The next name is called.

The haiku poet tries to read ten poems because
“The last poet took five minutes and haiku are small.”
The host nods reluctantly;
The crowd tolerates her, watching
with eyes glazed like day-old donuts.
They don’t get haiku.

The sexy love poet’s words
make the women coo and scream.
He speaks so provocatively,
I want to offer the microphone
a cigarrette.

The feature is introduced and
the performance opens eyes,
changes lives
and brings the crowd to its feet.

The poet bows and says “thank you”
but thinks: “Show me love; buy my book or DVD”.
The host holds them up and says
“They’re only TEN DOLLARS”
The crowd responds, “ONLY TEN DOLLARS?!”

Closing time
The people spill out
onto the empty sidewalk.
Their faces bathed in the orange glow
of the city’s high-crime street lamps.

Moving quickly through the evening air,
Some walk; some duck into the subway
and others sit in their cars
all with the poems replaying
in their minds like a 1970’s sitcom;
Their spirits filled with new inspiration.

Poetry night on U Street.

by Cheryl Crockett

This is the Day 9 Challenge as it appears on

“…I’m a sucker for a good mystery novel, especially the hard-boiled noir novels of the thirties and forties. There’s always a two-timing blonde, a city that keeps its secrets, and stuck in the middle, a man who just can’t help but rabbit after truth. Today I challenge you write a poem inspired by noir — it could be in the voice of a detective, or unravel a mystery, or just describe the long shadows of the skyscrapers in the ever-swirling smog. After all, “you know how to write a poem, don’t you, Steve? You just pick up a pen and you write.”

Back to Cheryl’s NaPoWriMo 2013 Main Post

My daily haiku is below. I am writing one haiku per day for all of 2013.

Haiku #97

Watch dandelions
They change from yellow to white
When does that happen?

by Cheryl Crockett

See Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013

NaPoWriMo Day 8

April 8, 2013

NaPoWriMo Badge

OTTAVA RIMA on the NaPoWriMo Creative Process

When prompted, poets write a poem each day.
They write and rhyme while daily deadlines loom.

A conscientious poet finds a way
For editing and rewrites, she makes room.

But while arranging all one wants to say,
A schedule may break down and meet its doom.

Creation of the poem at its end,
A new prompt comes; the process starts again.

by Cheryl Crockett

This is the Day 8 Challenge as it appears on

“… try writing in ottava rima — an Italian form that, in English, usually takes the form of an eight-line stanza of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c. The most famous poem in English that uses the ottava rima form is probably Byron’s Don Juan. If you haven’t read it, it’s wickedly funny! It’s really amazing how contemporary Byron’s language is — it’s like he’s your mean-girl friend just gossiping at you in verse. But unlike Byron, you don’t have to write an entire epic in ottava rima! Just eight lines will do for now. Happy writing!”

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My daily haiku is below. I am writing one haiku per day for all of 2013.

Haiku #96

Cicadas! They’re coming!
Their sound may be brief.
Then there’s lots of sweeping.

by Cheryl Crockett

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NaPoWriMo Day 5

April 5, 2013

NaPoWriMo Badge


It’s time.
My purpose calls.
There’s laundry to be done
While words and music wait inside
On pause.

by Cheryl Crockett

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This is the Day 5 Challenge as it appears on

“…I challenge you to write a cinquain on this, the fifth day of NaPoWriMo. A cinquain is a poem that employs stanzas with five lines. Each line has a certain number of accented or stressed syllables, and a certain number of overall syllables per line. In the “American” cinquain, a form invented by a woman with the highly unfortunate name of Adelaide Crapsey, the number of stresses per line is 1-2-3-4-1, and the number of syllables is 2-4-6-8-2. So the first line would have two syllables, one stressed and one unstressed. The second line would have four syllables, two of which are stressed, and so on. This kind of accent/syllabic verse can be a bit frustrating at first, but it’s useful for learning to sharpen up your language!”

My daily haiku is below. I decided to post both poetic projects together.

Haiku #93

Back yard tidy-up
Preparing for secadas
When will I hear them?

by Cheryl Crockett

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NaPoWriMo: National Poetry Writing Month 2013

April 4, 2013

When I discovered OctPoWriMo (October Poetry Writing Month) last fall, I was surprised that this “poetry writing month” was not happening during April, National Poetry Month. I commend Julie Jordan Scott (@juliejordanscot) and Morgan Dragonwillow (@MDragonwillow) for sharing and spreading their love of writing poetry across the calendar, but I was only up to their challenge in spirit and fell far short of finishing poems inspired by a quarter of the daily prompts.

Since then, I have learned much about blogging my poetry. Starting small, at the beginning of 2013, I began writing daily haiku with the goal of writing one per day for the entire year. Later, I found NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and NaHaiWriMo (National Haiku Writing Month – just in time – it’s in February) and NaSoWriMo (for Songwriting in May). Each of these appeals to me.

Click here to see my daily haiku.

The problem here is that it is late on April 4th (minutes to midnight) and I have not thrown Poem 1 into the fray. But, in my defense, I can say I was not sufficiently informed or inspired until today. I would kick myself for not having been here on day one, but that would only create further delay. And since I know the poetry community is a supportive and forgiving one, I anticipate that anyone who starts late is likely to be very warmly welcomed.

My solution, submitted for your approval, is for me to post my first four poems as drafts and work on them publicly until they are completed, while doing my best to keep up with day 5 through the rest of the month. Do we have a deal?

NOTE: Because I have been writing haiku everyday, I will keep the haiku to a minimum for NaPoWriMo.

Happy Poetry Month!

Cheryl Crockett

P.S.: I LOVE when people comment on my blogs, but don’t do it just because I asked! 🙂
P.P.S.: If someone would send me the badge code for NaPoWriMo 2013, please, I will post it with my poems (or, I could make my own and share it with everyone). This message will be removed and replaced with the badge once I have one.

Cheryl’s Everyday Haiku 2013 (Week 04)

January 28, 2013

January 22 – 28

Bonus for Inauguration Day

Celebrate Obama
and King the same day:
poetic resonance.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #22

Unmerciful sun
Generous only with light
Lets earthlings shiver.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #23

“I cannot help you.”
Says the moon, turning away.
“Go back, talk to sun.”.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #24

Prescription bottles
Stand like health helping soldiers
Ready remedies.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #25

Flake filled clouds expand
Across darkening grey skies
Snow falls, finally!

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #26

City dwellers move
Through bricks, chrome, trash and paved streets.
Urban survival.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #27

Flying city skies
Doves alight telephone wires
Pigeon mockery.

by Cheryl Crockett

Haiku #28

Grieving hearts follow
Mournful dirge rhythms sobbing
Beside fresh mass graves.

by Cheryl Crockett

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