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Kick Off Ball

Kick off ball,
Kick the ball to win the game!
But, with fair play.
Player,
Lyricist,
Arranger,
Keeper,
Composer,
Winner! !
But it was only yesterday that i found you;
And like the game ball in the land of your muse.
Face to face,
Again and again!
But pay and take it;
And, play the match to win the game! !
Play the ball,
Kick the ball,
And like the African Cup of Nations!
Race, ace, face, brace, mace, place, lace;
But words are things upon a thought,
And like something long lost! !
However, play the ball into the net to win the game.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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For Ball

At home
my dog and child
play the foot ball
Dog kick the ball

Clild also kick
Ball was...
Run to run...
Suddnley dog

Bite the ball
The ball was blast...
Chil was cry
Dog was wow...wow...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Ball Chain

Kill the lights
You and i
On the boat
Hypnotized
I look at you
You say to me
Im the lock, now
Youre the key.
Oh, its all the same
Just play the game
Carry the weight
Of this ball and chain
Save the lies
You and i
On the road to rationalize
You and I should never guess
You and I should never regret
Oh, its all the same
Just play the game
Carry the weight
Of this ball and chain
Of this ball and chain
Of this ball and chain

song performed by by Live
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Ball & Chain

kill the lights
You and i
On the boat
Hypnotized
I look at you
You say to me
"i'm the lock, now
You're the key."
Oh, it's all the same
Just play the game
Carry the weight
Of this ball and chain
Save the lies
You and i
On the road to rationalize
You and i should never guess
You and i should never regret
Oh, it's all the same
Just play the game
Carry the weight
Of this ball and chain
Of this ball and chain
Of this ball and chain

song performed by by Live
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FUNNY jock

Ball on
Ground...

Kick and play
The player's

Ball was
Un happy...!

Lisener's
Also clap

And play...!

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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You Made Okay To Do It Your Way

You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.

Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.

You complained,
That you couldn't take the weight.
And a waiting too late makes it okay.

You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.

You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.

Why did you choose to pick a ball,
Knowing picking it...
Wasn't cool to do.

You made okay to do it your way,
To...
Pick then kick a ball.
To,
Pick then kick a ball.

You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.
You pick up then you kicked the ball.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beautiful Game

As you step on to the muddy field,
You feel the joy rise inside you,
The crowd roars as the players take up there positions;
And your team gets ready to kick off.

As the game commence all nervousness is lost,
Replaced by a sudden adrenaline rush,
The play goes back and forth, forth and back;
But you run on still,
nothing else concerns you but the ball.

It goes on as such for many minutes,
Until your rivals get a chance,
Your goalie tries but to your despair the ball finds the back of the net;
The crowd boos in anger and frustration.

The very next play the ball comes to you,
You run up the wing blasting by defender after defender,
You see an opening in the keeper’s defences;
You wind up to shoot and…
TWEET! You’re tackled by a defender,
Penalty shot declares the ref,
To the opposition’s protest.

You place the ball on the penalty spot,
And the once roaring crowd goes silent,
Thousands of eyes are upon you unspeaking and unforgiving,
As you wind up to shoot all time seems to stop;
And Suddenly time resumes to the roar of the crowd
And your teammates swarming around you,
At this moment you think to yourself,
Soccer, the beautiful game.

poem by Joseph Conlan
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The Game

On such an occasion,
Why do I say: 'Not Today'?
I don't refuse to play
But I don't like your game,
Isn't that clear?
The climate is not ready
When the conditions are only
That I accept the weather your way!

Forgive me if I don't accept
Your invitation to another round
But I would soon tear
The sticky net down
For it makes anything
To have two sides,
Attractive only to spiders and flies
And I want that curtain between us
Definitely to fall...

If it is up to me,
Boldly, I would drop
That invisible wall
And get rid of the nuisance
Once and for all...
It is as if I have an opponent
Serving me ball after ball
But I won't return them,
I want a recall! ...

I don't wish to continue the game,
The ball has dropped in my court, I see!
Do you wish me to throw it back?
And begin the same game again?
Yes, I may be a poor sportsman
But I am very bored
And I will not play this game
The same way anymore...

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Know The Game Of Life

A rich man built up a stadium,
In a ground to play every game.
On the day of inauguration,
There was a big congregation.

It was a show of football match
A pleasure for them to watch
Both the teams played well
Kicking forward the football.

The rich man's father,
An illiterate old villager,
Who was the chief guest
Kept his face in utter disgust.

At the end he asked his son
Why each player wasn't given
A ball each to avoid their run
Between goals for that ball one?

A sorry figure, his son kept
At his father, a man ignorant
Of the rules of the game,
What a shame to his name?

Yes, knowledge is essential
For anyone to enjoy the thrill
Lest, in the game of life, he will
Be like a two legged bull.

poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Libra

Libra, take my eyes from me
Oh libra, make me blind so that I can see
Everyones dreamin of a truth to be
Everyones changin channels on a big tv
Oh libra, like a balance
Time tried to hold her, tried to tie her down
But I beat the clock,
Now the balance makes my world go round,
Oh libra, like a balance
Libra, my love
Libra, my love...
Ball and chain
Kill the lights
You and i
On the boat
Hypnotized
I look at you,
You say to me
Im the lock, now
Youre the key
Its all the same
Just play the game
Carry the weight
Of this ball and chain
Save the lies
You and i
On the road to rationalize
You and I should never guess
You and I should never regret
Its all the same
Just play the game
Carry the weight
Of this ball and chain
This ball and chain
This ball and chain...

song performed by by Live
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Flamengo Team! ! !

i am a little dizzy
little muddled
with the force of your impact
you kick the ball to me
and do your goal

1 X0

I run by green field
to hold the white ball, firmly
you kick in a dishonest way
you are the top scorer
what a stroke!

2X0

I try to spare me
and move quickly towards back
my place is not safe
a direct free kick
green and black of his shirt vibrates

3x0

but i am Flamengo
my colours are black and red
and never surrender run on my blood
My nation is rubro-negra
and certainly is not end this football game

First Time, friend! ! ! ! !

poem by Mirna Morgan
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One Meat Ball

(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Pinball Cha Cha

Welcome
In lucys bar
Hey you gentlemen over there
Come on closer
See me play
The sensational game
Its the only thing Ive got in my life
And I play it every day
And, well, believe it or not,
Its just... pinball
And for me its
Claro que si
Claro que si
Come, come close to me
I tell you man you will see
Im like happy tree
Come close and then you will see
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Hey you, man you watch me
Might be right I am a fool
But man why dont you tell me
If you know a better tool
All the gates are lit
This is very good for me
Its like a kiss
Watch out man and you will see
Now all lights are on
Believe me man that I have won
I know for you this doesnt look a lot
For me this is the only thing I got
I really couldnt care less
If you take me a for a fool
I know you couldnt show me
Any better tool
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
Claro que si
Is yes for sure
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
A knack inside
I win another game
I press the button and its not the same

song performed by by Yello
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Pinball Cha Cha

song performed by by Yello
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Rugby football hero

Drive men, drive!
Get the freaking ball!
That’s it, now go.
Fling it, throw the damned thing!

From the reserve bench
the game is rushing by
and both flanks, the centre, the lock
almost every member of the team
are taking huge knocks and still
nobody is really getting hurt.

A dropp goal soars through the poles,
followed by a brilliant try
and the crowd are standing, are cheering
when the confirmation kick
is delivered securely.

The opponents are really angry,
starts to play dirty,
with reckless foal play,
high tackling
and gets a penalty kick
that is on the mark

and then the lock is hurt,
trampled under boots
and the manager
points to me
and while the crowd cheers
I run on to the field.

The whistle blows
and in full pace I run in line
catching the ball that is flung to me
and the game is on,
the crowd roars while I sidestep
two tackles and see the line

and every thing is blurring
and time is fragmented
into splits of seconds
and I am flying at speed
trying to touch down.

poem by Gert Strydom
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My love is like a Soccer Game....

My love is Like a Soccer Game

the field is my life I am the player

the ball is my heart and the goal

is you, ill keep hitting the keeper

till the ball gets closer to you...

^^..

poem by Henric Kristoffer Miranda
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The Games Being Played Today

The games being played today,
Are are old as those used...
By the kid who refuses,
Others to play ball in the schoolyard.
IF he doesn't get his way.

And as those stand by to watch one confident,
And prepared to hit homeruns...
The one who has let others use his equipment,
Will take all of it away and threaten to run...
To ensure even his own team will be defeated.
If his way isn't eventually pleased.

'What are you doing?
Are you nuts? '

~That's my ball and that's my bat.
And if you all had realized that...
I'd be the one to be the focus of your praise.~

'But why should we all suffer,
Because you want 'him' seen the one defeated?
We all came out here to play ball...together.'

~But does he have to brag about what he can do? ~

'We all have done that.
And you have done that before too!
But the others kids who are here to see us play,
Could care less who equipment is used.
To delay or stop the game we came to play.'

~But I am the one who wants to be seen as the winner.
Not him.~

'Your misdeed is perceived as unfortunate.
Since your actions have left no one interested.'

~I don't care.
You all hate me because my family is rich.
Well...
We did pay our taxes!
And I know it.~

'What?
What on Earth are your talking about, Skip? '

~I know what's been said behind my back.
I'm not the one here who is stupid.~

'Prove it.'

~What is the reality of 'our' relationship? ~

'Skip...
You are making absolutely no sense.'

~Prove it.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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God Works in Circle

a ball lover
is our god
a soccer player
he is
the whole universe
his field
the planets,
the stars,
our earth
all shuttling
through space
like balls
shove from
one corner
to the other
our heads,
our eyes,
the balls
that the gods
give us
to play
all
the games
in his world
the moon
in its
lunar journey
round and round
good and bad
too come
in a circle
what goes around
comes around
kindness begets kindness
do bad and
it comes back
in a circle
cos our god
is a lover of
a ball game
start walking anywhere
in the universe
and you get back
to your own place
cos our god
loves the circle game
the circle game
the circle game

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I don’t know if God plays ball

soccer or foosball or bacci ball.
Well, I’m a Frenchman and
boules is the name of my game.

Being on the ball is like playing
with Gigi little girls. When God
created Eve I wonder did He

have in mind dirty old men
and did He mean putting man
behind the eight ball

and did He know that eons later
round the corner of the square ball
someone hooks up with

a hooded guy who sells 3.5 grams
of meth and coke and damn,
that 8 ball is already gone!

I wish I had another!
I start singin’ a tune, I don't drink
brass monkey, like to be funky

and my name ain’t Eazy-E
your 8 ball junkie.
We did an eight ball of blow and

danced until next morning.
I ain’t never goin’ out
With an eight-ball Chiquita

Cuz I got balls and I ain’t
givin’ her mine and
she ain’t playin’ with mine.

I wish God had more balls
and my brain marinate
in mothballs.

poem by Alex Nodopaka
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My soccer team

I see men standing next to each other
in a line
and they wear yellow and green.

The national anthem plays
and its like nobody honours it
or know the words,
but maybe they are caught by the great moment.

The whistle blows
and the ball is kicked to and fro
and there are men attacking
and others that defend.

The goal is open
and the ball flies past in a wide arc
and it’s as if my team
can’t score any goal.

The opponents have the ball
and shoot it right over the field
and one of their front players
hits it with his head.

The ball flies twisting
and with a swing in the air
and is accurately aimed at the goal

As from the ground
the goalie rises
and the onlookers are silent
and just before it’s too late,
the ball is caught
and the crowd cheers.

It is as if something sweeps into
the men with yellow and green
and they play perfectly,
like only a good team can.

There’s passion to win
and the ball is passed
from player to player
and a mighty kick,
launches it accurately past the goalkeeper
to get entangled in the net.

The crowd cheers and go nuts
and vuvezelas are blowing
and flags are swept to and thro
and the players grab each other.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Pick Up Game First One To 11 By 1's

fOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.

WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.

ILL STOLE IT THREE TIME IN ONE GAME, HES A BIG MAN BUT THE SCORE 7-11, COME MY PEPS DONT LET ME IMPRESS YOU INN FRONT YOUR PEOPLE, THAT COULD BEEN ON A HIGHLIGHT REEL

GETTING SHUT OUT IN GAME TO 11 YOU KNOW HE'S NOT GOING GET A NOTHING GAME.

tHE GAME OF BASKETBALL IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT,
THE ULTRAMENT RESPECT IS TO GIVE NO RESPECT,
WHEN IT COME TO THE GAME OF BASKETBALL.
thats how you gain respect! ! ! !

AND IM HURT AND STILL TOOK YOUR MAN GAME YOU TELL ME WAS WE PLAY TO A ELEVEN OR WAS I JUST TAKE YOU SCHOOL.

talking about running the city, we talk about that later after your lesson

BECAUSE IF IT WAS A GAME FULL COURT FIVE ON FIVE AND IT GAME BASE ON STRAGTEY NOT SKILL WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN.

RESPECT IS GIVING WHEN YOU SHOW IT, CHECK IS IN,
BALL PLAY.

poem by Louis Borgo
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My love is like a Soccer Game....

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God Works in Circle

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