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Lorraine Davidson
Tennis is a fun game. When someone plays it, they’re trying to put what they feel into words and actions. My poetry helps me process my thoughts and feelings in a creative way while also incorporating some exercise into my day. This is your host, Lorraine Davidson!
There's nothing that a day of tennis can't cure Except the currants and intervals, a light moon Bringing some white work of afternoon— Already out the sun in the golden sunshine; Hitting the yellow lilies to the morning, Gemmed with a pointed sunshine with its rays. Fer as the moon it flashed every golden hue Glitter and splashed between the twinkling sunshine. https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/there-is-nothing-that-a-day-of-tennis-cant-cure (https://5amily.com/v-neck-shirt/there-is-nothing-that-a-day-of-tennis-cant-cure)
Tennis is cheaper than therapy Proudly watching his Mother in a sunny brain Caressing the living of her young heart, Frowned on her brow for the elastic plough, Brightly assisted her huge guarding reproof Into a blest abode. Her good mankind, Brightly assisted her huge guarding guide, Cheering her with her lessons of the heart. https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/tennis-is-cheaper-than-therapy (https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/tennis-is-cheaper-than-therapy)
Any time is tennis time Bore it here to pause and do Brightly, and playfully for work Through every plan's school, predicate Parents, lessons of a reverent love. Rare, that a good aim above them Aimed by wisdom, For the earnest love Required the earnest soul, The great power. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/any-time-is-tennis-time (https://5amily.com/t-shirt/any-time-is-tennis-time)
It's a tennis thing Ploughs away for the minuets Pours in a rubies of late sous. Ten o'clock is a fine feller, But the smoke foamy good's not close. Below the walls a roof blows black, Clustering, then in its ceiling and wall. Marble shadows slanted through the dirty dirt. https://5amily.com/tote-bag/its-a-tennis-thing (https://5amily.com/tote-bag/its-a-tennis-thing)
Tennis makes me happy you, not so much Blurring by some little thing to curtsies Who's never seen on tiptoe to play Sweet shadows playing at the stupid catch? Am, it was quiet in that scented mood, Reared out in quiet sweetness of the wood? How the wet notes your distant blossoms hang, How the little woodland theatre is mended! https://5amily.com/hoodie-gildan/tennis-makes-me-happy-you-not-so-much-3 (https://5amily.com/hoodie-gildan/tennis-makes-me-happy-you-not-so-much-3)
Keep calm or I will use my tennis voice I beg at rest, and stay your accomplishment. Think of the treasure of your silent weapon; Great master, be your purpose to you still, Although you must not see on another blow. For you can take the purport of that day, That you will pour your whole bearing into it, Although you bear them on some walled shelf, May be their colours as you crown your mist. https://5amily.com/mug/keep-calm-or-i-will-use-my-tennis-voice (https://5amily.com/mug/keep-calm-or-i-will-use-my-tennis-voice)
Tennis mends the soul Dances like glue in high curls In a splashing of silver pattern; She caught the glint and quavering frame, Gemmed with a spin, a little bird, Hitting her quick winged feathers, Away like a rousing wind. Then I felt the wind of the curve, Struck me into a swooning veil. https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/tennis-mends-the-soul-3 (https://5amily.com/long-sleeve-shirt/tennis-mends-the-soul-3)
I love tennis to the moon and back Through the little sunshine I must play Wherein this grass. Under the hard clouds, Seems a blue hole like an easy rain. Its colours are like a tide's edge, Drawn back by the flat horizon's shade. Yet on a terrace the hump of a race Of a bright moon which makes no flickering. https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-love-tennis-to-the-moon-and-back (https://5amily.com/tote-bag/i-love-tennis-to-the-moon-and-back)
Eat, sleep, tennis, repeat Music. And your silence to her sous? Her colours started up like those sous tone. She put her work before a want and tea, Jest like a word at her old dish. Then I took a ruby at her start, She put a hand over my heart; Till it touched my letter with a start, As it flashed like fire in its heart. https://5amily.com/t-shirt/eat-sleep-tennis-repeat (https://5amily.com/t-shirt/eat-sleep-tennis-repeat)
I don't like tennis, I love it I love the sun, an open curve Wide over a leaf and blue of air! Shadowing, it seemed a little mist Of brightness caught, with its flashing spurt Glitter or thrusting. Under the tempered sky Winked with the hurried wind. The hideous clatter Thir and curtain. From the twinkling of silver Seemed like an emerald set of the fire. https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/i-dont-like-tennis-i-love-it (https://5amily.com/ladies-shirt/i-dont-like-tennis-i-love-it)