Dangerous Sport
Danger has a twist so large, that you squirm
From it, doing justice harder the next day.
Your queue is again in town when you wait,
Waiting is a game of sportsmanship.
The sport too long carries new weight,
Like the opening of a wand, or some pole
That magically disappears for the good,
The sport of laughter has come upon us.
Dangerous men do not leave the sides,
The sides of a triangle or square,
The real shapes endanger us
And create jeopardy so huge to carry.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fading Into Space
Fading into space is this wheel of heat,
Turning into a ball the wheel is rolling to compete;
This sport carries no winning or defeat, the whole
Unique work will endanger the sport of a hellhole.
The sport is fine once mastered, by the astronauts,
By the captains and generals with afterthoughts.
Anybody with dreams contained in their mind
Becomes in real jeopardy of staying behind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hunting is not a sport. In a sport, both sides should know they're in the game.
quote by Paul Rodriguez
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The Sport I Love
Like any other sports
this is the one I choose,
I love, and I have been playing.
the sport I want to be belong.
That is soccer.! ! !
Playing this game
have been giving me an event
that is hard to forget.
It is exciting right! ! !
And therefore
I do not know how
could I leave this sport.
Of which is this sport
help me to build my stamina,
meet a lot of friends, and
also this sport taught me
how to act as a human being,
in order to have a discipline
not only in this sport
but also in the community
as well as in a situation.
It help a lot in me right! ? ,
therefore i must not have to forget
as well as to leave this sport
but to love this sport forever..
I love soccer.! .
poem by Patrick Pinote
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Why Do You Love Football?
Why do you love football Kevin
what do you see in it?
why not watch another sport
like Rugby, Golf, or Cricket?
Well let me answer that my friend
and put your mind at rest
I love the beautiful game
because it's simply the best.
No other sport is as exciting
no other comes anywhere near
football has lots of passion
and can create a great atmosphere.
It is loved all around the world
most children kick a football
rich kids, and poor kids,
small kids, and some very tall.
Ask a lad what he wants to be?
a footballer I bet he will say
not a cyclist or a pole vaulter
a top swimmer no way!
A good football match is a real joy
that's why thousands go to every game
when you get goals and lots of action
the fans are so glad that they came.
So yes my friend I do love my football
it's the number one sport for me
so while your watching snooker and darts
I'll be cheering on my beloved Coventry.
poem by Kevin Halls
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Sicker Soccer
The £10,000 a week defender can’t quite
catch the £20,000 striker who's got
the ball at his nimble, expensive feet, the stadium yelling
fit to raise the roof – what does he do? why,
he pulls the striker’s shirt, of course…; the ref, the commentators
remain silent. We, we were told off at nursery classes,
for pulling little Johnny’s shirt… I mean, for Pele’s sake,
what is this about? ! ..
then at the end of the game (one side’s got to win,
you’d think the fans are like they used to be,
paid good money to watch a good match)
the managers spit out their gum, pat each other on the back
whilst walking away, and not looking each other in the eye…
none of that love of the game stuff, the sparkling eyes
of those who love their sport, shaking hands
with a worthy opponent…ha…
and as for cricket – ‘sledging’ – can you believe it?
making sneery remarks to the batsmen while you stand in close…
never happened when sport was something you
enjoyed, loved to do, enjoyed the challenge and the company…
‘oh it’s all in good fun’… yeah?
tennis, being one-on-one, ain’t so bad; psych yourself up
but put the venom in your shots; but then,
when the match ends, run up to the net (or so they
used to) , eyes meet, shake hands, a few words? not
so often – shake hands without making
eye-contact, off to thank the umpire who's
up there out of reach…
it’s like some sorta natural law: when sport is a game
like life, the game’s the thing, and well-played, sir; pay
your ‘sportsmen’, your mercenaries, in the name
of ‘popular entertainment’ and big business, and
something disappears, as revenues increase;
how long before poetry becomes
a ‘spectator sport’ with a World Slam League out there
and TV rights?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I simply wanted to state that during this little slice of history, this is what happened and these were the good sides of it, these were the more dangerous sides of it, and this was the result.
quote by Roland Joffe
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Seasonal
I love the fall and climb of the seasons,
Living among the weaknesses is polite;
I learn of the righteous acts that divide
The days and nights from each other.
Many sides are to the triangle and square,
Shapes so plentiful in their despair;
The seasons can change according to hurry
And haste of the warriors who design the year.
This year, one fell into disrepute and disharmony,
Tonight the legality of the situation cried
Far too long in tears, that tense moods
Obliterated the season of light and darkness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cricket Is Just Another Game
Cricket just like baseball and football and golf is just another game
And though some great cricket players have won Worldwide fame
Cricket for most cricket fans like followers of all other sports
From their life cares is just an escape of sorts
The praises of sports celebrities millions every day do sing
And nowadays sports Worldwide is a huge thing
And those not in some way involved in sport a minority
At least that is how it does seem to me
I've got nothing against cricket I'd like to make that clear
Though on t v and radio so much of it to see and hear
Like every sport for millions of poor people I am aware
A temporary escape from their lives every care
And cricket after all is just another game
Like every other sport it is much the same.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Love triangle
How do you face him?
When you are facing me
you see two, forgetting theres three
you look at him but you look at me.
you have access to the door handle
believing you are inside the right angle
I make up the numbers in this triangle
and you know I can not open the doors
so you come to my side
when he doesnt come to yours
you have put him in a place he doesnt know hes in
in a love triangle its a game the cheater doesnt win
blow out your unlit candle
because theres three sides to a love triangle
oh before you go. wash your hands with the finest soap
because he cant see me and i cant see him
but you can see us both
you cant love two people. you cant.
If anyone says you can... ill still say you cant.
I dont want to touch you making sure know one sees
I dont wanna be sixty...
making up one hundred and eighty degrees.
you still dont understand do you?
because even if we were in this triangle alone
there`d still be another corner
because this triangle is a three person home
poem by Daniel McCann
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Leadership has a harder job to do than just choose sides. It must bring sides together.
quote by Jesse Louis Jackson
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Leadership has a harder job to do than just choose sides. It must bring sides together.
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Medley: I Get Around/little Deuce Coupe
Round round get around
I get around, yes
(*laughter* *clap*)
Get around round round, I get around
I get a--
Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
(woo!)
Im a real cool head
Get around round round, I get around
Im making real good bread
Get around round round, I get a square
(ow!)
Im getting awfully mad driving down the street
(ow!)
I just dont want to be bugged sitting next to my sweets
(*laughter*)
Bom bom bom ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta
The other guys are pretty tough
So those other gats over there better not get tough
I get around
Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
Im a real cool head
(fake it, come on, mike! artistry!)
Im makin real good bread
Get around round round, I get a square
I get around
Round
Get around, round round
(rock out, carl!)
(anybody...)
(come on, baby!)
([...])
We always take my car although its a heap
And we never get turned down by the chicks we pick up on
Not much...
None of the guys go steady cos it wouldnt be right guard
To leave their best girls home on a saturday night
I get around
Get around round round, I get around
From town to town
Get around round round, I get around
Im a real cool head
Get around round round, I get around
Im making real good bread
Get around round round, I get around
I get around round woo ooooo oooo ooo ooo ooo oooo
Round round get around, I get around
Square
Get around round round, I get a square
Get around round round, I get around
Get around round round, I get around
(dont stop!)
Get around round round, I get around
Boop boop boop boop
Get around round round, I get around
I get around
(oh yeah!)
(oh, that was really bad.)
(lets do little deuce coupe while [...]. real fast, obviously.)
(Ive got it, brian. here, bruce, do your famous [...].)
(oh.)
(bom bom.)
(like this.)
(hey, do the--)
(oh--)
Well Im not braggin, babe, so dont put me down
Well, Ive got the cutest little piece in town
Well, Im not braggin, babe, oh yeah
([...] carl [...])
(we lost it.)
Shes my little deuce coupe
(hey, carl.)
You dont know what I got
Talk to me, baby
Talk to me, baby
Well Im not braggin, babe, so dont put me down
But Ive got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he dont even try
cos if I had a set of wings, man, I know she could fly
Hey
My little deuce coupe
You dont know what i--
Little deuce coupe
Yeah
You dont know what I got
Shes got a competition clutch with the four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten (*laugh*) till the lake pipes roar
Ah, bom bom bom bom
And if that aint enough to make you flip your lid
Theres one more thing: I got the pink slip daddy
(*laughter*)
Oh yeah
Da da dom da da dom ba da
(oh, lets do luau!)
(talk to me, baby!)
She comes on like a rose, da da dap
(do the stroll!)
Shes my little deuce coupe
You dont know what I got
(*laughter*)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Twist
Well youve got me working so hard lately
Working my hands until they bleed
If I was twice the man I could be
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
The small of your back up to your chin
Over to the tip of your switchblade
As you pull it out as you stick it in
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wear
T) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) (but? ) I love the pain
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) I love the pain
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
Turn it on
Quietly says:
Is this on? oh [questionable]
* Im so tired I cant get to sleep
* and the squeaking of the bed
* is right in time with the song thats
* repeating in my head
Its uncomforting to rember how you used to like a good f**k
Every once in awhile
* I just want(ed) you to know (that)
* when I do it, I only think of you
* = quoted from end of ringfinger (the extra lyrics printed at the end
Of the song in pretty hate machine)
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Soccer: My Best Foot Too Far Forward
I have to go back a bit
To tell this story
Freshman year of college
PE classes were mandatory
Somehow each semester
You had to fit one in
To the burden of other classes
You had to carry gym
It was only for an hour
Twice or so a week
Cut too often and
You were up a creek
Hours in registration lines
No on-line to be on yet
Dennis and I checked our schedules
For an open slot that met
Friends for a long time
We were looking for a sport
We could both sign up for
Open field or indoor court
We both had jobs
That made it harder
Had to pay my own way
Parents provided room and board in the barter
We found a day and time
We figured we could meet
A sport we never tried
Soccer to teach us to use our feet
We got all signed up
Then headed to get some eats
'Hey Dennis said, 'Ya know
We're gona need some cleats.'
No clue of the need for shin-guards yet
We'd never seen a game before
Only rule we knew was no hands
Running and kicking was there more
We bought a book on how to play
Split the cost just bought one
Read it all before first class
We were ready to practice and run
That we did ran drills and hills
It's all he'd let us do
'Don't play to get in shape
Get in shape to play on my crew.'
Weeks went by and still no game
We didn't sign up for that
We kicked so many pratice balls
I was sure they'd all go flat
Then the day finally came
Pick sides to play and score
I asked for center forward
I was ready for war
Whistle blew I kicked the ball
As far and hard as I could
I mentioned I'd never seen a game
Coach screamed, 'Is your head made of wood? '
Instead of 'pitching it to a mate'
I played it the Americn way
He had me running extra hills
Before he'd again let me play
He figured the offside rule
Also didn' t register with me
I was now a fullback
'How you screw this up we'll see.'
Dennis tells this story
Like it was yesterday
Reminds me I hold the school record
Distance in a kick off to my dismay
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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The 70's hair with the long on the sides, just doesn't look good coming down the sides of the helmet.
quote by Steve Yzerman
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Make a Kid Happy
If you want to make a kid happy
Just put a fishing pole in his hand
As soon as he snags one
He’ll feel like the King in his land
There’s nothing like the feel
Of a tug on the end of the line
His heart starts to race instantly
It could be a branch with a little twine
It’s not only the sport of fishing
But he’s bringing food to dinner
So proud that kid will be
A sport that makes him a winner
So if you want to make a child happy
Get him started in this wonderful game
Put that rod in his hands
He will never again be the same!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Biography, like big game hunting, is one of the recognized forms of sport, and it is as unfair as only sport can be.
quote by Philip Guedalla
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Erb
Do you know 'Erb? Now, there's a dinkum sport.
If football's on your mind, why, 'Erb's the sort
To put you wise. It's his whole end and' aim.
Keen? He's as keen as mustard on the game.
Football is in his blood. He thinks an' schemes
All through the season; talks of it an' dreams
An' eats an' sleeps with football on his mind.
Yes: 'Erb's a sport - the reel whole-hearted kind.
'A healthy, manly sport.' That's wot 'Erb says.
You ought to see his form on football days:
Keyed up, reel eager, eyes alight with joy,
Full of wise schemes for his team to employ.
Knows all about it - how to kick a goal,
An' wot to do if they get in a hole.
Enthusiasm? Why, when 'Erb gets set
He is a sight you couldn't well forget.
There ain't a point about it he don't know
All of the teams and players, top to toe.
The rules, the tricks - it's marvellous the way
He follers - Wot? Good Lord, no, he don't play.
'Erb? Playin' football? Blimey! have a heart!
Aw, don't be silly. 'Erb don't have to play;
He knows more than them players any day.
He's never had a football in his hand,
'Cept once, when it was kicked up in the stand.
No, 'Erb ain't never played; he only sits
An' watches 'em, an' yells, an' hoots and splits
His sides with givin' mugs some sound advice
An' tellin' umpires things wot ain't too nice.
Aw, look; your ejication ain't complete
Till you know 'Erb. You reely ought to meet.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Steppin Razor
If you wanna live, treat me good.
If you wanna live, treat me good.
Im like a steppin razor to watch my sides,
Im dangerous, so dangerous.
Im like a steppin razor to watch my sides,
Im dangerous, so dangerous.
If you are a bully,
Treat me good.
If you are a bully, a bully,
Baby treat me good.
Im like a steppin razor to watch my sides,
Im dangerous, so dangerous.
Im like a steppin razor to watch my sides,
Im dangerous, so dangerous.
If you wanna live...
song performed by by Sublime
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Maternity
There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt and around her skirt
Vainly she made him dangle.
Oh he wanted to wed and he had no dread
Of domestic woes and wrangles;
For he thought that his fate was to procreate
Cute little Squares and Triangles.
Now it happened one day on that geometric way
There swaggered a big bold Cube.
With a haughty stare and he made that Square
Have the air of a perfect boob;
To his solid spell the Triangle fell,
And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness,
For she took delight in his breadth and height -
But how she adored his thickness!
So that poor little Square just died of despair,
For his love he could not strangle;
While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed
That cute and acute Triangle.
The Square's sad lot she has long forgot,
And his passionate pretensions . . .
For she dotes on her kids-Oh such cute Pyramids
In a world of three dimensions.
poem by Robert William Service
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