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Against the odds

Thu, Nov 21 2024 7:03 AM (5 replies)
  • Tony08888
    641 Posts
    Sat, Oct 26 2024 5:42 PM

    In those thin hours, light casts long across the fairway,  

    and I, hunched over a screen like a secret kept,  

    finally feel the curves, the whispers in green,  

    each tilt and roll, the mystery bent beneath my hand.

     

    How strange it is, this game of shadows and grip,  

    to spend whole years learning the distance between  

    what I meant to do and what I’ve done—  

    this swinging arc, repeating like a tolling bell.  

     

    Out there, the pixel grasses bow in phantom wind,  

    and I’ve studied every blade, each coded blade,  

    to know the course by heart, its hidden traps,  

    its edges worn where I have failed before.

     

    Yet here I am, just shy of that perfect game,  

    a breath, a blink, a hand's tremor shy.  

    I can feel it now, the way masters might,  

    each club a compass through an uncharted time.

     

    But like sand spilling unmarked through a glass,  

    the days slide by with each missed shot,  

    as if the score—this minor god—keeps hold  

    of all the swings, the narrow, secret strokes.

     

    And so I linger, one more round, one last try,  

    chasing a mastery too close, too far.

  • danjeff0
    195 Posts
    Sat, Oct 26 2024 5:45 PM

    Brilliant, Tony !

  • SamSpayed
    5,023 Posts
    Fri, Nov 1 2024 12:38 PM

  • Tony08888
    641 Posts
    Fri, Nov 15 2024 3:49 AM

    In the dim glow of screens, we gather—
    silent ghosts on an endless green.
    Names drift in, pixel by pixel,
    familiar, yet faceless, night after night.

    We line up in this quiet place,
    swapping tips, tracking scores,
    laughing like friends—
    pretending we know each other.

    Are they friends?
    Years of shared rounds, missed shots, small jokes
    float like stars,
    a thin tether in the empty hours.

    But who are they, really?
    Voices that call me by a name not my own,
    fragments of lives—a bad day,
    a city I’ll never see,
    a half-drawn shadow.

    They could be anyone—young, old,
    laughing, lost—someone
    I’d never notice in a crowd.

    Are they even who they say they are?
    The joker might carry silence at home,
    the cheerer, a heavy regret.
    Here, they’re fragments stitched together—
    pieces that never touch the whole.

    Maybe that’s the comfort,
    the reason we stay shallow and bright:
    to share only what won’t cut too deep,
    to keep the truth at arm’s length.

    So we swing, round after round,
    familiar strangers on an endless course.
    Together, alone—
    each a shadow passing through the light,
    a mystery we choose not to solve.

    A stranger that feels like a friend,
    as close as shadows,
    as distant as ghosts.

  • danjeff0
    195 Posts
    Tue, Nov 19 2024 6:04 AM

    Wonderful. You are a true poet. 

    Do you still play on Utube? I really enjoyed watching you on Tony08888. Do you have a different channel now?

  • danjeff0
    195 Posts
    Thu, Nov 21 2024 7:03 AM

    Apart from being a great player (I learned so much from you), you are the WGT Poet Laureate !

    I am very sorry that your channel was taken down. 

    I will check out your book.

    Very best,

    Dan

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