Official Huddle Playoff Tickets Contest #2 - Pure Poetry

[SF4Nynah]

*Edited to strike this from history due to immense awesomeness from PhillyB*

[hehateme66]

As I don my silver black and blue,

I'm overcome by a pride that is felt by few

My superstitions in check my resolve like steel

I await the kickoff with a frightful zeal

From the foot of Gano the ball flies high

As I roar like a panther who won't be denied

I steady my heart, the only weapon I wield

As our mighty defense takes the field

They pound, they crush they battle for glory

Writing their very own Superbowl story

None can escape their insatiable need

When the Kraken is hungry the Kraken will feed

With their enemies battered our defense is done

And onto the field flies the true number one

With legs like Hermes and an arm like Zeus

He evades all comers and sets the ball loose

It soars through the heavens on wings of myth

This comet comes down to the demigod Smith

With guile and and skill unmatched by all

He crosses the plane and seems ten feet tall

A celebration later and the game is over

I release my horseshoe and four leaf clover

The win was amazing, the victory astounding

The most important lesson learned was just

KEEP POUNDING

[hehateme66]

That was awesome!!! Reminded me of my football past. Made me proud to be a fan....

[Dex]

Redemption

Fellow Huddlers lend an ear,

for a tale you've yet to hear,

close we've come once before,

a kick was botched and closed that door,

self pity, we were consumed,

hope gone, an open wound,

a hapless void lingers still,

a destiny we've yet to fulfill,

jaded and vacant, a hero needed,

as true fans we prayed and pleaded,

as fate had it, hope remained,

revealing itself one April day,

1 overall we rolled the dice,

casting aside "expert" advice,

so this is where it all began,

witnessing the birth of Superman,

pursuing the answer, the bottom line,

our hero sought guidance from 89,

a noble protector staying close,

in the form of Jordan Gross

this trio is nothing without a heart,

Thomas Davis, a crucial part,

luck forsaken no chance of fluke,

fortune provided our brother Luke,

myth and lore taking no small roll,

releasing the Kraken to aid our goal,

something absent not yet complete,

a skipper to lead this motley fleet,

lacking neither guts nor brawn,

we found our leader in Riverboat Ron,

a storm lay dormant, don't be mistaken,

our foundation strong and faith unshaken,

the Panther growls, our foes tremble,

a certain year does this resemble,

this journey has but one intention,

we won't be stopped on our ascension,

Sam Mill's will won't be held at bay,

felt in the air throughout BOA,

so show your pride and watch and see,

as we cement our place in history,

immortality within reach, the legend resounding,

the human spirit will always Keep Pounding.

[Cynonyte]

winner!!!  

 

 ok so i didn't read any further but this is good poo

Soon fans will be lining up at the gates

To witness what will one day be known as the greats

All black uniforms and dressed in nothing but black fans

Who won't hesitate to hit you with an aluminum beer cans

 

Once the panthers take the field

Niner blood is sure to be spilled

Every fan shall stand as Kaep is metaphorically killed

Pather nation prepare yourself to be thrilled.

 

So enjoy your new fan rick flair the traitor

Nobody around here misses the sorry hater

Once upon a time it was nothing but wooooooo

now its fug simpy Fug youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

 

The best uniforms of all time was our first Win

then onto San Fran where made them atone for their dirty sin

After our third and final stand I can't wait to see Cams sh it eating grin

So yes Jim Harbaugh after Sunday we'll "have it better than you" again

 

[KillaCamNewton]

Roses are red, violets are blue

Here comes Mike Tolbert, to run the fug over you

[KillaCamNewton]

Dp

[Tom]

A tribute, of sorts:

 

I celebrate my team, and sing Carolina,

And what I cheer, you shall cheer,

For every great play belonging to me as good belongs to you.

 

I stand and unleash my soul,

I yell and scream as the defense stands firm upon the grass.

 

My team, every player has shed his blood, form'd under the Wofford sun,

Born here of Gettleman and Hurney the same,

I, now 19 years a fan, never waiver

I sound my barbaric yawp in BOA.

 

 

 

 

 

[micnificent28]

I call this...

"Destiny Fulfilled."

Brimstone and flame, fire may bubble,

Thunder crackling, it must be the Huddle,

Through the pain, through the rubble,

Agent 89 emerges, Oh defenses are in trouble,

In the warmth of day or cold of snow,

Panthers return to full strength, even Colin Cole is ready to go!

Whether through the air, or the foot of Graham,

Will the Niners win? Nah, what a sham!

Little do they know there's no Kryptonite for SUPERCAM!

Fans flood the stadium to see wreckage of what happen

But real Panther fans know, it can only be the mythical creature know as the KRACKEN!

Points being scored, fast heads start to spin,

Whoosh! There goes another.... was that Ted Ginn?

Yes, there will surely be a show, as we carry on,

Nothing but another hot hand for Ole Riverboat Ron,

A shutout for sure as the team welcomes its newest star,

Win one for the gipper or at least good Ole J.R

So rejoice world, let truth become fact,

A return to the glory days the Cardiac Cats are back!

What a sad day for Kaep, as there offense looks grounded,

As Sam Mills kids beat the drum, Panthers will keep pounding!

- Soul of a Huddler

Some of my best work...

[ItsNotGonnaBeAlright]

While the talking heads only try to shame us
Dear Colin, please kindly prepare your anus

[PghPanther]

(Title: Silver and Son)

 

The wisps of grey; swept at times.........below his brow, eyes survey the lines.

 

The grid had its calling; in green spouting of life........left only to observe, beyond its strife.

 

Once found in championship; a heart royal and strong...........takes but now, the beat of another, to carry on.

 

So a yearning springs; before one's life departs...........for a shading of time, at the journey's end.

 

Upon those lines; arrives such passion in flash...........bright eyes, swift ways; in claims of pride.

 

The wisps of grey; embrace this streak............deep they share, such lofty goals to seek.

 

For both stare straight; into the twilight that remains........one in life, whilst the other in game.

 

It is but the ring they seek; to shine greatest this once..........to arrive at zenith, beyond a mortal's explore.

 

Desired to share; with all those they love............to tell child on knee, "Oh! What stories did we!"

 

Embrace they would; in tears of life............they find noble coupling, of uncommon strife.

 

All glory is fleeting; the conqueror knows........hands in grasps, before it shows.

 

For the moment is ripe; harvest to crop........silver and son, will embrace yet once more.

 

It's our time to share...........the greatest glory to shine!

 

...........to give once for all.............those rings worn in pride.

 

 

(Dedicated to Steve Smith and Mr. Jerry Richardson)

 

 

 

 

 

 

[PntherPryd]

Pain.

is weakness leaving the body

 

is preparing

 

is passion

 

Pain.

is regret

 

is penitence for past suffering

 

is believing in something greater than yourself

 

Pain

is wasted effort

 

is opportunity

 

is to be embraced

 

Bring the Pain and let faith follow.

 

 

 

 

 

[Marguide]

Poetry. I don't get it.

 

The End.

 

 

 

 

P.S. - Please let me know if I make the finals so I can plan accordingly. Thank you in advance.

 

 

P.P.S. - On a serious note, there is some really nice work in this thread. I wish I had the talent some of you have displayed here.

[ed bell]

It was nineteen hundred and ninety-three, on a late October day.

The votes were cast by twenty-eight men, to give the Carolinas their way.

The games commenced in Ninety-five, and a dream was born that year. That season began the Lombardi quest and all our fans did cheer.

The first year would end at seven and nine, not bad, our foes did say.

But we followed it up with twelve and four, much to the Cowboys dismay.

The first title taste brought us the West, but we fell that year to the Pack.

It left our team and fans alike with a longing to make it back.

So began the bittersweet path to regain that playoff chance.

But it took seven long years and Jake Delhomme to reach the final dance.

The Super Bowl, that final game, our team fought long and well.

But the stars were not aligned that night and and to the Pats we fell.

Two thousand five had us back but the Seahawks stopped us cold.

This game it can be so unkind, and can turn you grey and old.

And so up and down they passed two years and the hour was getting late.

Fox and Delhomme, they had one chance left in the year 2008.

Heartbreak, it came in that home playoff game we watched it fall apart.

A desperation took quickly hold and sadness filled each heart.

We watched our heros fall again and we lost all sense of hope.

Fox and Jake had left our team, and Smitty neared the end of his rope.

They say it's darkest before the dawn, and it seems to have happened that way.

But a new leader, then a man named Cam arrived on that April day.

Rivera built again a solid team with faces new and old.

We turned a corner in Two thousand twelve, when the men refused to fold.

And now we find ourselves again knocking at that door.

With a group of men as tough as we have ever seen before.

So I ask you fans to bring your all to uplift our team to play,

With ferocity that will go unmatched on another epic Sunday!

Go Panthers!