Athletes
in every games there
is always few winners than a looser, for
in every
episode there is always the
point to begin
the very aspiration of the body
pushes to start
to finish of what is being ignited, and as
it goes a feeling of
Conquering the star, inflame the athletes
to pursue its dream of victory
as the scramble started to swift, the
audience sees only the gesture emitted
to reach
the athletes goal, blinded the
shadow that underlines the cloths, there lay
a pain, emotional, spoil foot, dehydrated face
obstruction, swollen skin
and broken
parts experienced deep inside the actor
a halo of loose of oneself ego
to save, what is expected
in every race, that swallows the pain
over the victory achieve
it is a blending of self sacrifice and honor tag
to grasp
into the inner ego of the athletes
yet! another challenge
to face another challenges stretching
another strength
gambling what the capacity
of the body and mind reunites, where by
every strength welcome to exceed
to its limit
Citruis, Altuis, Fortius shouted
in every hearts as fuel, making
its goal
nearer to the victory offered, nothingness
the best as it thrives personal
perfection of excellence is worthwhile
to attain...... an effort of victory is in itself a VICTORY
to achieve
Swifter, Higher, Stronger......Citruis, Altuis. Fortuis..... A Motto
' a poem dedicated to all Athletes '
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The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
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Victory never comes from power over others
Real victory only comes from victory over self
Nothings gained from fighting your brothers’
For victory can’t be purchased “Off the shelf”
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My Vote
A single vote may be your victory………..
my vote create the world i live.......a vote that brings my
future near to the distance i see
my vote holds me to achieve..... a reality of my dream to
Conquer, grasp according to my wish
my vote change the chaos i encounter.......a life saving
design of what will be tomorrow of my destiny
my vote wonder every breathe.......a victory to where to
go, beyond uncertain pathways
my vote remember my aspiration.....a longing of joy and
happiness, wonting to know of peace
my vote brings my life......a remembrance of my life of
today, a parting print of my thumbs forever
…..please let my vote be seen, touch and listen for the
wings of the ink, has whisper the truth of what will be
the beginning of history, made this print easy to
count my vote in you is you’re……. victory
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London Olympics 2012
As prowess swears it will transfix,
People's anticipation peaks,
From shows of strength to aerobics,
Men and women sport toned physiques,
Competitors do not relax,
Whilst honing each refined reflex,
Sporting careers reach their climax,
Sweat coats the skin and muscles flex,
People gather to show support,
While athletes on their marks get set,
We see the very best of sport,
Which we are sure not to forget,
As each event's about to start,
One's brought to the edge of their seat,
The years of preparation plays its part,
So that the athletes can compete.
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Study strategy over the years and achieve the spirit of the warrior. Today is victory over yourself of yesterday; tomorrow is your victory over lesser men.
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Like a verbal bird
Free to fly around the confines of your mind
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There for you to repeat it again and again
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It could even get frustrated if you fail to catch it's meaning
Demeaning one of the reasons it was written
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At risk to knowledge or to bullets
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There is no emotion; there is peace
OR
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain Victory...
Victory...
Victory...
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Great for the moment
Then lost in time
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Then found!
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Garbage
If you can't see the moral at the end of the story
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'Cause no deposit, no return
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Over
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Hear it, Take it, Live it
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Warrior, Mind and Soul
come to think of it...
my head is tilted toward and against
breaking the wall of enmity, chatting with mighty warrior
victory has come to stay...
i cannot be a slave to the soul that weak, crawling, no not me
i will show my trophy to the simple soul, but the warrior
rejoice with me.
travel in thick darkness, fear nothing but the flies the can touch and reach me soul and mind because strength come within
i cannot stay here any more, lofty in the air ready to fly
because even warrior and the mighty have gone to sleep
rule my world among the simple..
sleep sleep sleep they said but...
no soldier sleep not in the battle unless is ready to be sacrificed inn the shire... yes winner wins and loser lose
all in the shadow of illusion... fear cast away standing
on the hill and say
victory! victory! victory.. to the mind and soul of the warrior
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Sudden Death
Sudden Death
The deceased was seventeen years old-
An enlarged heart, the coroner claims.
A basketball player on the court.
his team trailing in the game.
Their perfect season was at risk
when he shot and made a “Three”
He then collapsed upon the court
midst shouts of victory.
Hearts are unromantic things
That race and slow by turns.
They simply pump
While we run and jump
And prance about life’s stage.
We take for granted our own hearts
As we wander through our days.
Our faithful friend who never sleeps
So we can laugh and play
And when hearts fail we feel the pain
Of songs now left unsung.
That’s why we’re haunted by the tales
of Athletes dying young.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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What Is A Hero
And to be hero
So brave
But by choice or manner
Excelling at tasks makes not
But to only save, protect
Putting others before self
For the justice
Every ounce of time never-ending
Spent on others but to no avail
The goal is not to be noticed but to save and protect
This goal is achieved every hour lifting all up
Even when put in the way of danger, trusted willingly or not
Taking the challenge knowing that you might not go back
And if succeeding to grasp the victory
The life is still given to honor others
Lost and being lost to death’s grasp forevermore
But can it?
The hero is the shield
Protector
Savior
Even if no one sees for the HERO never lets go of heart
And that is the hero that is graced through the blindness of others
All the while saving and rescuing for the good
Just HERO
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Citius, Altius, Fortius
The audience has gathered, the stage is set-
Now is the time to see if your expectations are met
With victory as the only acceptable outcome:
You came in search of a gold medal and will not leave without one.
You test yourself against the very best in the world,
In hopes that when all is said and done, Old Glory is unfurled.
As the event unfolds, the battle for supremacy
Causes you to question your training's efficacy
For a brief moment, until you dig deeper than ever before.
The pain builds in your body-but, you must ignore
It until you achieve your Olympic dream;
You have done it-above all others, you reigned supreme!
The Stars and Stripes shall wave highest, to mark this achievement.
While all others are consoled, in their moments of bereavement,
You revel in your goal's fruition: to be the very best.
You trained for many years and excelled at every test
Along the way, in preparation for this moment in time.
The road has not been easy, and long has been the climb,
Yet, on this day your feat is unmatched and your nation is proud.
You represented us with honor and courage and our cheers are loud.
With the world as your stage, you were the embodiment of the Olympic creed:
'Citius, Altius, Fortius'-faster, higher, stronger indeed,
Than all others on this day-when it matters the most.
Though, you have no time or want to brag or boast-
You have too much respect for the efforts of all who showed.
You pray a silent prayer, for the obligation owed-
To Him, and all who have helped you along the way,
Then congratulate all others who have competed today.
This was you time, and this, your place-
And now, all the world is privy to your artistic grace,
Unrivaled speed and herculean strength-today, you shined!
All your sacrifices and skills today, combined
To make you the champion that you were rightly crowned-
The best in the world showed up, and you were the best around!
-Maurice Harris,3 August 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Kiss the pain
the beginning of the future started with each strong
determination to stand; to fight, to face, to challenge,
to accept and to duel on what stand ahead, the
process brings us to become a whole person
days and night welcome the minutes, the wind as
it blows; the stones as it roll, the wave as it reaches
to seashore, of where the dashing sand rushes
to meet the sea weeds drift, the beauty as it wrinkles
the skinny faces and the eyes close to the grave,
calling the magic of sleep, echo the true meaning
of what is life
as the pain heralded the meaning of a kiss, the
tastes welcome the vigorous happiness of joy, the
ultimate wisdom of every soul that calls; experienced
the heart the wondering shouts of gratefulness to
pursue every step in the eyes that close
fight every unending search to go beyond the
illuminating light pain, survive and chase the journey
you have started and never return until the end and
conquer the beginning of victory of this changing
world
it's all started with a kiss of pain........ and victory is
you’re to share
poem by Antonio Liao
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My Success Story
Stepping out from the tunnel of champion,
Where my soul and victory have been bonded as a union.
Climbing higher than mountains,
And for sure my victory is certain.
Fought many battles harder,
And came through even stronger.
I race across every finish line,
And makes the top stories and headlines.
I can hear the cheering crowd,
And the screaming of my name aloud.
Roll out the drums,
And blow the trumpet across cities and kingdoms.
For earth has begot α hero,
A hero of class and defined ego.
Even when i don't get much love from my haters,
The taste of victory grows even much sweeter.
Victory at last in the end,
With so much foes and no friend.
The joy victory kept me going,
And the zeal of winning kept me moving.
Created with the power of an immortal,
That makes every conspiracy futile.
Inbuilt with the soul of a human,
That's why am a super human.
Now standing at the pinnacle of greatness,
After working through the road of success.
Hearing my name all over the corners of the earth,
Gives me immeasurable joy i never once felt.
Each time i crumble or stumble,
It makes me even more humble.
For winning is the aim,
And victory is my name.
Finally am a success story,
To God be the glory.
No matter the amount of hate i get,
The more victorious i get.
The more they think i will fail,
The more i make them look pale.
Even when my chances grows thinner,
It really doesn't matter because in the end am a winner.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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