But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the glory streaming from the Miami Herald's best/worst idea of all time, a LeBron James Poetry Contest.
No, seriously! It's real!
Are you so happy (or depressed) that LeBron James has arrived in Miami that you can't find the words? Find the words quickly, because the LeBron James Poetry Contest ends next Friday at MiamiHerald.com/insight.
Rules:
-Poem must commemorate the arrival of Lebron James to Miami.
-The poem can utilize any poetic form but cannot exceed six lines (LeBron's jersey is #6).
-The entry must be received by Friday, October 22 at 6 p.m.
-Employees of WLRN, the Miami Herald and the Miami Poetry Collective are not eligible
How many employees can the Miami Poetry Collective possibly have? Can't they just call him and say "Steve, don't enter this?"
Anyway, we encourage everyone to submit something, even though we believe a clear front-runner has emerged from the comments section at venerable blog The Basketball Jones.
Of want and glory and highest stake
This agent, free, a choice doth make
A ring is sought, the hero smitten
So the tale, it shall be written
Of dragons, faeries, knights and elves
And Cleveland can go **** themselves
Gah! Iambic pentameter and everything! That's going to be tough to top, not that others haven't tried.
Sports
LeBron James in Miami, Oh, such a treat
LeBron James in Miami, rejoice in the street
LeBron James in Miami, he brought his friends
LeBron James in Miami, let’s see how this ends
LeBron James in Miami, headband and all
Zydrunas Ilgauskas, both skinny and tall
From God's Loving Heart
Beautiful Jump Shots
Dwyane Wade custody battle
Mystical, The Decision
No rings, though
Love Is A Rainbow........screw........Cleveland........
Affirmed
Our own humble haiku:
He took his talents
To South Beach while Pat Riley
was waiting downtown
Or maybe:
He reps the Marlins
Tim Gunn frowns, "Matchy-matchy!"
Chris Bosh seems more fun
Or perhaps limerick works best:
There once was a man from Ohio
who couldn't read a map
And there's always free-form verse, half stolen from Beddoes:
Win? Will we win? We strut
Within the brilliance of another's skills,
As in a glory. It was bleak before
like Beasley Twittering alone at night.
But there was something Flashy in the darkness,
Faster and not so crap as teammates were;
And as rich moonlight may be to the blind,
Unconsciously consoling. Then 'Bron came,
Like the out-bursting of a trodden star.
We'll decide between them. Meanwhile, please, Miami, do go and enter. This could be the best thing ever.
