Heart-touching Sport
Playing with team-mates on the grass,
Sol helps us have silhouette.
It's jubilant in radiant mind.
Awesome pep reflects through us, guys.
Nothing is more than sheer spunk.
I keep my pace up and up.
Breathing sound becomes louder.
Don't care, getting tired is my pleasure.
Attack, defense and balance at all.
Accelerate, dribble and kick the ball.
Agility and strategy stick my shoes.
Never give up like knights do.
So far, the result is not sure yet.
'Ow! 90 minutes, what a magic match! '
Last chance, I move and have a go.
Then, close my eyes and feel my soul.
I forget myself with glee of 'Goal! '
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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Red demon
I want to be from there
I want to live there when the sun rise
I want to spend my life there
In the city of your imagine
In the city of your dreaming
In Manchester
No way
It was just a dream
But its possible to Manchester united be my dreaming team
Oh….yeah
This word I dream it more than once
In each match must to be a loser
But not for red demon
With Sir Alex Ferguson there is no chance only to win
My life, soul.and my heart all for red demon
They become cheep when I took a glimpse of the soccer eyes
If you look to Sir Alex Ferguson eyes
You will be relaxed to victor the match
Lets teach Chelsea how the win comes easily when we play against them
Chelsea is nothing without Drogba or who was fasting the goal in the world cup
Chelsea like the lady without a baby without them
Lets told them no champions league again
The champions for red demon only…..
There's no team in the world can face them
Or, to stop in them face
All the soccer there have an ambitious to win as stone
If you want a goal just pass the ball to golden boy or the player of the show
They're ready to do that all the time
If you want the ball next to the goal just mention to Giggs that
If you don’t wont any goal against you just give Van dar sar attention before the match
If you want more show just give Ronaldo a signal to do that
I hope to see red demon flying up there in the sky
I wish to see you a moon in the moonlit
poem by Khadija Shaker
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Let Me Play Football
Let me run on the field
Of a crowded football stadium,
The ball is sticky to my leg,
Let the opponent’s defenders to come.
Let me head the ball with full force,
When my team player does a corner kick,
I want to place the ball in opponent’s net,
That’s an honour more than climbing Everest’s pick.
Let my team’s footballers hug me,
When I score a world class goal,
And I shall preserve my supporters’ celebration
Forever in my golden soul.
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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Eleven rules of football
I took my little boy
to a nearby football pitch
He said he was tired
of playing hide and seek
He now wanted a football
to play around and kick
As he clutched my hand
I spoke to him
and tried to make him understand
the eleven rules of football
taking into consideration
that he was quite small
Now rule number one
Football is made of eleven strong men
When one or two are naughty
you may still get away
with playing nine or ten
Rule number two
When a member of your crew
hits the ball into the net
A goal is scored
that I can place a bet
For I am very sure
Rule number three
The maximum number of players
you can substitute is three
It does not cost a dime
It is totally free
Rule number four
There are rules you must comply with
When a team commits an offense
named a foul
before the game can commence
A small advantage has to be given
to the otherside
Rule number five
A freekick
is given after a foul
Sometimes awarded after
unnecessary dives
Rule number six
When you are shown a card that is yellow
Its time for your temper to mellow
or you will get the referee quite mad
and he will dismiss you with a red card
Rule number seven
A penality is like heaven
It is awarded
when a player breaks the rule
maybe by using his hand as a tool
to play the ball inside the penalty box
its time for him to go back to school
Rule number eight
A thrownin
Is when the ball is kicked out of the field
It's one of footballs favorite sins
Rule number nine
Offside is
When you are the only one running
alone to score a winning goal
you must hesitate
till you see a single soul
Rule number ten
A game lasts
for ninety minutes
You are beat
When your team has less goals than the other
That is when you must admit defeat
Rule number eleven
when your team is losing
you have to sing something amusing
saying
All we want is a goal
While we are dressed in coloured charcoal
Now my little boy
I said
These are the eleven rules of football
lets go and practise inside the sports hall
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Music
Can you feel the music,
As it calms your soul,
Music helps to keep us
on our feet.
Music is surely the soul
that connects within us all,
Nourishing and comforting us.
The beauty of soft melody
playing helps to relax our
mind and body and our
soul.
Variety of different music helps
us all to decide which rhythm our
soul wants for today.
Music helps us to blossom,
The same way as flowers
like a good tune or a sweet
lullaby.
Without music life would
have no nourishment to help
move us along,
life would feel dull.
Music fills the emptiness in
our hearts,
Spreading that joyful feeling.
Music has a way to always chase
away those dark clouds,
When feeling gloomy and sad,
Turn on that favorite song.
Music has come along way through
out history,
Nothing could never take away
the magic of music.
poem by Derek James
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Stop N Go
Stop N Go"
I knew from the start you were running game
You'd fade away like Jordan then cross me over when you come back again
I'm not superwoman so i can't see what's goign on in your mind
It's been so long that i strung you along
So many dates, so many hours on the phone
And i know you getting tired of playing the game of cat and mouse
I wonder if i let you catch me, would you run your mouth
So i'm not sure if i wanna
Stop
Go
Just move slow
Let
Go
And enjoy the moment
Stop
Go
So confusing that i
Don't
Know
I feel i wanna explode
We're in the first quarter and i feel i wanna but i know we oughta not
Cuz if i pass it to you there's a chance that you might mess around and drop the rock
So you better make sure in the court you're the best i've ever seen
Cuz i would hate to have to trade you to another team
It's been so hard playing my emotions off
Knowing that i wanna give in but too afraid to go too far
And i know you're getting tired of playing the game of hard to get
But i wonder if i let you in would you tell your friends
So i'm not sure if i wanna
Stop, go
Just move slow
Let go
And enjoy the momeny
Stop, go
So confusing that i
Don't know
I feel i wanna explode
My heart, says yes
My mind, says no
Cuz i don't know if i wanna break down and let go
My heart, says yes
My mind, says no
Cuz i know if i'm ready now i'll be wanting more
More this, more that
More time, to chat
And i'll be wanting a commitment from you and much more attention
That's why i'm so confused
When it comes to loving you
Stop, go
Just move slow
Let go
And enjoy the moment
Stop, go
So confusing that i
Don't know
Feel i wanna explode
Stop, go
Just move slow
Let go
And enjoy the moment
Stop, go
So confusing that i
Don't know
Feel i wanna explode
song performed by by Faith Evans
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The Football Fan
They love their football team
their loyalty is never in doubt
they rarely ever miss a match
from the stands they scream and shout.
Even when the teams playing poor
and their favourite player is off key
that will never stop them from going
as the ground is where they want to be.
Football is always on their minds
they think about it night and day
non football fans think they must be crazy
watching men kicking a ball home and away.
Relationships can become strained and tense
as football takes the leading role
partners can become irritable and even jealous
when the fan talks for hours about a wonder goal.
The fan even dreams of football in their sleep
shouting out and butting the pillow with their head
they jump up and down as if they've scored a goal
and kick their partner out of the bed.
Yes the football fan is a breed apart
slightly eccentric and a thick skinned soul
when all that matters to them in life
is seeing their favourite player score a winning goal!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Fighting The Odds
It was a wet fall day.
Leaves falling off the trees as if they were helicopters landing on the ground.
I was on my way to me final soccer game of the season.
I was not sure if I would be playing or not because my temperature was 100 degrees.
My head felt like a 100 pound weight pushing me to the ground.
But I had to play because I had started every game in goal and I was just not able to let my team down on the undefeated season and the division title.
I was dizzy and felt like I was just been pushed around on a spinner at the local park. It was a feeling that I will never forget, it has been 5 years and I still remember this feeling.
The referee blew the whistle to show that the game was over after the 70 minutes of harsh play.
My team was as happy as winning a lottery!
After the game we took a team photo by the goal with everyone one holding up one finger to show that we are number one.
Everyone was as excited as can be because our team was not expected to do this well this season.
In the ending I had to have brain surgery because I had a rare sickness called encephalitis.
But it was worth playing in the rain playing a game I will never forget.
poem by Nick Jumic
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Sheer Heart Attack
[Queen Cover]
Well you're just seventeen and all you want to do is disappear
You know what I mean there's a lot of space between your ears
The way that you touch don't feel no nothing
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it was the D.N.A.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, that made me this way
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Sheer heart attack, Sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
I feel so in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar-tic-u-late
Gotta feeling gotta feeling gotta feeling like a paralyse
It ain't no it ain't no it ain't no it ain't no surprise
Turn on the TV let it drip right down in your eyes
Hey, hey, hey, hey, it was the D.N.A.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, that made me this way
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Sheer heart attack, Sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
I feel so in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar in-ar-tic-u-late
Just how I feel
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Do you know, do you know, do you know, do you know, just how I feel?
Sheer heart attack, Sheer heart attack
Real cardiac
song performed by by Helloween
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Match Of The Day
Released on spot the pigeon e.p., 1977.
Theres the reds and theres the greens
Super slicks and has beens,
Theyre accompanied by three men dressed in black,
Ones a whistle, two are flags, and quite often theyre the drags
Kick the ball into the goal, they put it back.
Yes match of the days
The only way, to spend your saturday
Each sides eleven men, with numbers on their backs
But at a distance they all tend to look the same
But some own their boutiques, well they clean up every week
Inciting riots, causing chaos, such a shame!
But match of the days
The only way
We spend our saturday
And thats not all, our mates the keepers
Slippin and sliding in the mud
Arms as long as creepers
Send him off ref ***!!++? ?
Where are your specs ref +++***!!!
Kick you to death ref !!xx**? ?
Oi! are you deaf ref x*+x*!!?
Theres a few things before we go
That I think you ought to know
Obstruction, body checking, heavy tackles
So put on your hat and scarf
Have a drink, have a larf
From the terrace you can see your men do battle
Yes match of the days
The only way
You can spend your saturday
Dont forget, the trainers with their sponges
Managers with open cheques, liquid business lunches
Send im off ref ***!!++? ?
Where are your specs ref !***&&&!!!
Kick you to death ref !!xx**? ?
Oi! are you deaf ref x&+x&+!!?
...phfff! good game ey, ron? ...
...dyou see that goal in the second half? oh!...
...bit of a dirty tackle that, mate!...
...i reckon I shouldve had a bet on it myself!...
...we paid 400, 000 pound for him, you realise that? ...
...oh - look out, here comes a bottle ...
...yes, fancy a pint then? my round...
song performed by by Genesis
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Nice Guys Don't Deserve To Be Put To The Test
do i really judge a guy,
before i give him a chance,
is that why it so hard,
for a guy to stick around,
i push him away,
before he has the chance to,
change my opinion about him,
yeah i admit,
i don't love easy,
i was hurt before,
i even started to date,
most guys can't understand,
they can't understand my pain,
my struggles of even letting them,
get close to me,
in my mind,
all guys want is sex,
there are very few guys,
who will hold back enough,
to let me know that,
that is not all they are after,
i put guys through tests,
and when they are done,
some see that i am not worth it,
it's my way of keeping my distance,
at times it gets lonely,
but i would rather be lonely,
than broken into a million pieces,
i can't handle anymore pain,
what i'm dealing with,
will make anybody go crazy,
but i'm starting to see,
it not right too,
what i put guys through,
just to prove they worth it,
i'm doing the samething,
as the guys who want me for sex,
what makes me any different?
ppl deserve to be treated right.
poem by Mona Martinez
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The Ultimate Hamburger
The great Hamburg football team
is to lay out a cemetery for supporters
next to its pitch – in the form, of course,
of another pitch whose grass
is eternal, whose goal is the final goal…
and then, the appropriate memorial inscriptions:
‘Heinz – the Referee blew time on December 15…’
‘At the end of the day, Gunther,
that’s what it’s all about…’
‘Joshi – scored his final goal on July 3…’
‘Fritz – took an early bath on October 14…’
‘Rikki – good to the last kick…’
‘ Alfi – now shouting in the terraces
on the other side…’
‘ Lorenz – always on God’s first team…’
‘Tomi – called to the great away fixture
in the sky on March 27…’
‘Birgit – my beloved home supporter…’
‘Denni – always in training…’
‘ Klaus – hung up his boots on May 15…’
‘Kurt – a life without a penalty…’
‘Bart – his final match drew to a close…’
‘My beloved Else – a Hamburger
tasty to the last bite…’
‘Reinhold – he played the field until the last…’
I think we’ll blow the whistle on this one now.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Take Control
You take, you shake break, I'm no fake
You cool the way, you move, no more mistakes
You can't stand still, you've got to move
Feel the bassline, feel the groove
The beat, the bass, and the lyrics are fine
Get on the floor, you got no time
Party people I give you a chance
Wave up your hands and feel in trance
Everybody take a chance
Waving up your hands
Can you feel this trance ?
Everybody take a chance
Waving up your hands
Can you feel this trance ?
Take control
Of your mind
Your body and your soul
Take control
Of your mind
Your body and your soul
Can you see now what I'm saying
The beat is loud and I am playing
Playing with your life, playing with your soul
Here on stage and under my control
So let the rhythm take you on the floor
With a bass and the drum that you've never heard before
Open your mind cause I'm talking about dancing
Open your mind, this is not romancing
You take, you shake break, I'm no fake
You cool the way, you move, no more mistakes
You can't stand still, you've got to move
Feel the bassline, feel the groove
The beat, the bass, and the lyrics are fine
Get on the floor, you got no time
Party people I give you a chance
Wave up your hands and feel in trance
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Connecticut Basketball
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Sweating to seek the lead!
Time out delays...
A strategy to stage.
Let them make two...
Catch the rebound and follow through.
Make sure we come back to make three.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
UConn's got the steam to play.
Season after season...
It's number one,
They choose to stay.
Husky ball.
Holla.
Dropping through the net.
Connecticut basketball,
At its best.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Dedicated:
To the young men and women,
balancing academic studies AND
playing championship collegiate basketball.
Representing both the state and people of Connecticut.
University of Connecticut
Storrs, Connecticut-Main Campus
'So very proud of you and your efforts!
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where The Blacktop Ends
Gonna kick off my shoes
And run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
I'm lookin' down the barrel of Friday night
Ridin' on a river of freeway lights
Goodbye city I'm country bound
'Til Monday rolls around
Gonna kick off my shoes
And run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
Workin' in the grind is an uphill road
Punchin' that clock and carryin' that load
I bust it all week and then I'm free
The weekend belongs to me
Gonna kick off my shoes
And run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
Give me some fresh air give me that farm
Give me some time with you in my arms
Far away from the hustle and the pressure and the noise
Gonna kick off my shoes
And run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul, you betcha
Gonna kick off my shoes
And run in bare feet
Where the grass and the dirt and the gravel all meet
Goin' back to the well gonna visit old friends
And feed my soul where the blacktop ends
Where the blacktop ends
Where the blacktop ends
Where the blacktop ends
song performed by by Keith Urban
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The Earth Is My Witness
Mother earth look at her closely
she looks at her baby and she sighs
the slight breathing pause that she takes it builds her and
makes her strong
She refuses to give her up
and we close our eyes
Her hands touch the round stomach
and feel the kick
The eyes that have seen so much cry
with the water she starts to rinse her face
And refuses to give her up
And we close our eyes
And you close your eyes
song performed by by The Gathering from Nighttime Birds
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My God Is An Awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
And I have my eyes fixed on him today
While I am walking to school
Because God is coming towards me
To greet me
And there is something going on with my mind
But I don't know what my mind is trying to tell me
Or if God is coming to give me a message
Or to walk with me to school
And to make sure that I am safe while I walk to school
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He forgives everyone that sins here at home
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He lives inside of my heart everyday
Because I made room for God inside of my heart
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
He will let the sun shine here at home every single day
And I look forward to the sun every single day
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
My God is an awesome God
Because he is the maker of heaven and earth
poem by Aldo Kraas
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World Cup Dream
I don’t have a world cup dream
But I love to play Football
I don’t have the master technique
But all for the good of my team
Food ball + food ball + food ball
This word is my life
Sweating and passing the ball
Running fast and finding that opportune hole
As a result, we can say “Goal”
poem by Rajan Thapaliya
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Forget Today
Forget today my tired soul
imagine you never said those destructive words
another person no longer sees your worth
but tomorrow brings a reason to hope
Forget today my tired soul
pretend you hadn't created your own downfall
you've lost the chance to make a friend
but there's always a chance to make ammends
Forget today my tired soul
wipe the tears that fall from your eyes
Love has once again overlooked our door
but one day her sweet face will be seen again
Forget today my tired soul
don't dwell on the pain that lives within
the clouds are bleak and the sun seems so far away
but I promise you someday we'll have our moment to shine
poem by Deana Rode
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I Need to Forget You
Every day I see you
It hard for me because what you say
I need to forget you
I can't talk to other guys when you're in my mind
Although the process is going take slow to get over you
Every day there you're
It makes me so hard to live without you by my side because
You're the guy that I'm looking for
I need to forget you
If you don't want me then I need to move on
I realized that I should like someone who likes me for me
Every day the same thing happen
Like we keep looking at each other
So we need to stop and go our separate way
I need to forget you
I keep crying about how we're not together so I need to move on
I will found someone who will want me and not care what I look like
Every day there you're
It makes me so hard to live without you by my side because
You're the guy that I'm looking for
I need to forget you
If you don't want me then I need to move on
I realized that I should like someone who likes me for me
Every day I feel so alone because
I'm not with you and need you so bad
I always dream us with happy ending
I need to forget you
This is the real world not fairly tale
I know I will found that guy
So goodbye and I don't care about us being together anymore
I need to forget you
poem by Christina Phan
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God's miracle
Say not
That this is just a game.
As I watch the little boys play
After a heavy school day
He goes straight to the field,
And there he is in his element
Raising up the dust
As he scores that goal.
Say not
That this is just a game.
As the boys make their football
Collecting plastic from the dumps
And cutting ropes that were washing lines.
As the boys create a pitch
Or just play on the road,
They take sticks or stones
And they build a goal.
Say not
That this is just a game.
As these boys return home at night
Return to be whipped after their delight
The ball will be smashed,
The plastic seperated from the rope
And the field will be taken.
To the farmers and goat herders it will be given
But the boys collect themselves, with undying determination
And they go back to playing football.
Say not
That this is just a game.
As the scout sees that young player
And he is sent to England
Maybe he will play with Man U or maybe Inter.
He sees a world far from home
From sunny rays to raindropp beats.
Say not
That this is just a game.
As that girl plays on the boy's team
She raises rumours,
As people see her and say she will not marry
She drops her bucket of water and goes to be goalie.
The boys boo and make fun of her
But they know she is a very good player.
And she is an example to other little girls
Who long for that ball and not for pearls.
Say not
That this is just a game.
As old men sleep in bars
Just so they can see that match
Of their favourite English team,
And when they reach home their angry wives will ask
'What will that team give you if they win? '
The men will go to bed silent
But their minds know the answer
'They will give me pride, and honour.'
Say not
That this is just a game.
As the world cup starts
Linking whole nations.
And in that stadium
There is no such thing as rich, poor, colour or religion.
Because everybody will mix
As they go to cheer their country,
And their players from Eto'o to Messi.
Say not
That this is just a game.
When that player has the ball
At the box for a penalty
And it is the finale
When all hearts will stop.
And all breaths are held.
And when that goal is scored,
Each cheer is louder than the next
Every person with smiles so big
Both in the stands and on the field
There stand a connection of confusion,
But also true happiness.
Say not
That this is just a game.
When the team will hold that cup
And the whole country becomes a champion
Every man, every woman, and all the children.
It's name goes down in history
And it will be known as a cup holding nation.
Say not
That this is just a game.
No, this is football.
This is God's miracle,
To that little boy and girl
To that man who knows the answer
To not one but all,
And to you and me as well
Say not
That this is just a game.
For this, this is football!
poem by Mariam de Haan
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