Leadership
Leaders off those gifts surprise someone most
On the day of departure as soon as possible.
The executioner lazily rests his laurels not to be messed,
Not enacting playing of soccer or rugby.
The command when all the decisions are being made
Are followed by the restrictions and laziness.
Ranks of soldiers align our behaviour,
Beautiful electricity some of us,
The separate natures in each area of folly
Are corrected and adjusted.
Leaders perform levels of work, work on the haze,
The mist is connected to the gaze we adjust.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Playing on the Playground
Everyone plays in groups,
They run across the playground.
Playing football or soccer and,
Maybe even basketball.
Girls running around chasing boys
And here's me playing soccer or me,
playing alone. Maybe always alone.
poem by Sengthida Lorvan
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The Welsh Rugby
The Welsh have feelings about rugby
No other Nation can describe
They sing all their rugby songs
To keep the game alive.
We hate to lose at rugby
And cannot stand defeat
Their songs are sang much louder
As they stand out of their seats.
The Millennium Stadium
Is their National rugby ground
You need to see a Welsh rugby match
To enjoy the immense sound.
The Three Feathers as a logo
Sits right above Welsh hearts
They sing their National Anthem
Before the Rugby starts.
So come on the Welsh rugby teams
Play the game like a proper side
Because the Nation is behind you
So play the game with pride.
poem by Katie Evans
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The National Game Of Australia
The National game of Australia is Australian Rules Football
And the Aussies who love their game say 'tis the greatest game of all
Soccer, Rugby Union and Rugby League and Cricket have their roots elsewhere
But no truer Aussie sportsman than an Aussie Rules footy player,
A game born on Australian soil it surely is Australia's own
And the legend of great footy players in their deaths has even grown
In September at the famed M C G in Melbourne on A F L Grand Final Day
Close to one hundred thousand people flock to watch Australia's best teams play
Though many like both codes of rugby and cricket and soccer a game that is played Worldwide
Australia's National game is Aussie Rules to many that's a source of pride
The National Game of Australia and it's great claim to fame
Is that it was born and bred in Australia and is the only true Australian Game
And it surely is a true Aussie as Aussie as can be
And though some others may like introduced games far better with what I say many would agree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Soccer
Soccer is the game
My life
Soccer gives my fame
it gives my life
Soccer is what make me live
soccer is what makes me give
soccer is the start of it all
soccer is way better then the mall
poem by Courtney Sycowski
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MESSED UP LOVE...by talile ali
STAND UP ON YOUR FEET
AND FACE THIS
MESSED UP LOVE
THOUGHT IT WAS
SOMETHING FROM ABOVE
BUT IT WAS ONLY
MESSED UP LOVE
NEVER SAW A FACE
REAL WELL AND
NEVER REALLY GOT
THE NAME
MOM WAS FANNIN THE FLAME
DRIVIN ME
HALF INSANE
SO HERE WE ARE
NOT TOGETHER BECAUSE
OF YOUR MOM AND
MESSED UP LOVE
AND IT IS
NO SUCH FUN
IT'S NOTHIN BUT
MESSED UP LOVE
SO AS I PACK MY BAGS
I SAY GOOD BYE TO
MESSED UP LOVE
THE FEELINGS WERE
NOTHIIN TO SPEAK OF
BECAUSE IT WAS SUCH
MESSED UP LOVE
DON'T TEXT ME MORE TODAY
YOUR MESSAGES ARE
MESSED UP LOVE
I DON'T REALLY
SEE WHAT YOUR SPEAKING OF
I'M GONE OK?
poem by Talile Ali
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Lazy Lately
made them a play
laid by the sea
a lifetime of promises
translated to me
its been hard, hard, hard
its been so hard
easy to place , easy to fake
when i don't know about me
you know you'll be strong
shes far too young
if you got something to say
its easy to know
that you'll find me awake
leave me alone
heat of a gun
leads me to know, you've been
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
laid by the plain
raised by the sea
feels like a hologram, a halo underneath
its been high, high high
getting oh so high
raised by love
faced by the sea
a scene all alone
so i know why you come
its been high, high
getting oh so high
if you got something to say
its easy to know that
you'll find me awake
leave me alone
the heat of a gun
leads me to know, you've been
lazy lately, lazily
if you got something to say
see me alone
you can find me awake
leave me alone
the heat of a gun
leads me to know, you've been
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
if you got something to say
lazy lately
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
lazy lately, lazily
song performed by by Simple Minds
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In Europe, it's different - you eat soccer, you breathe soccer, you drink soccer. Everything is about soccer.
quote by Thomas Dooley
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Soccer
i look at the kids,
they are playing soccer.
i join them,
my team won.
i get muddy,
and it is fun.
I love soccer
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poem by Monkey 7073
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Today I am sixteen again
A statue stands at the gate
of the school,
marking a place of distinction
where children get the highest grades
in the country
play rugby, cricket
and golf at international level.
Today I am sixteen again
and have to go home
as the school has been closed
because of intimidation
by union thugs, from a union
to which the teachers here
do not belong.
Five minibus taxis’s stopped
in the school yard
and black adults got out,
threw bricks through windows,
set the rugby, hockey and soccer fields alight
by splashing gasoline
and the police do not intervene.
The principal is scared
about our safety
and although the teachers here
are not on strike,
school has been cancelled
and the country is going to the ground,
falling to pieces
while a union is striking.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I've always said that playing rugby in Spain is like being a bullfighter in Japan.
quote by Javier Bardem
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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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I Finally Had The Chance
I finally had the chance
To meet the soccer king in
Portugal after the
Soccer game that I went
To in the
Portuguese soccer stadium
While I visited
Lisbom
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Messed Up
Digital....keep it digital
Keep it (what? )....digital
Keep it(Im back)digital
Keep it keep it.....
Verse 1:
You dont say that Im pretty
All the simple things adding
Up to big ones
There is where you messed up
Movies,or flowers,hours knowing
Where you are or who you with
There is where you messed up
Chorus:
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up.
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up!
Verse 2:
I dont need your money
No dinners,Ive got jewlery
Winner to who use it
And baby there is where you messed up
Your taken me for granted
Expect me to stay right here
Wait on you while you hard to find
There is where you messed up
Chorus:
(you keep on actin like)
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother (really need a brother)
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
(cant keep on holdin on)
Cant keep on holdin on waiten for you (yeah)
And baby there is where you messed up
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up!
Bridge:
Your headin straight for the gate
Its time to cut my dead wait,its you
And baby there is where you messed up
I heard it all a thousand times
You tried to mess with my mind,and you
And baby there is where you messed up
She dont need you dog
Thats where you went wrong
Oh uh I dont need you dog
See there is where you messed up
She dont need you dog
Thats where you went wr-wr-wrong
She dont need you dog
And there is where you messed up
Chorus:
(you keep on actin like)
You keep on actin like
I really need a brother (really need a brother)
Man I dont need a brother
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holdin on waiten for you (cant keep on holdin on)
And baby there is where you messed up
You keep on actin like (like)
I really need a brother (I really need someone)
Better get your act together
Cant keep on holden on waiten for you
And baby there is where you messed up
Beats..........
And baby there is where you messed up!!
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Tis Football
'Tis football is the big World game of today
Grid Iron the big game of the U S of A,
Rugby League, Rugby Union and Aussie Rules Football
And soccer the biggest World game of them all
Gaelic Football a field game the Irish do play
Football in it's many codes the big World game of today
Football supporters Worldwide their team and their club colours wear
And in International games in their National colours they even dye their hair
Some men love their football team as much as their parents, children or wives
Yes football is one of the great loves of their lives
When their team does win the club song they do sing
But a loss to their weekend great sadness does bring
All over the World many codes of football
And to each their own code the best game of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A vote for Japan is a vote for the future of rugby. We will do our best to make rugby a global sport.
quote by Yoshiro Mori
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I leave it
I leave it to readers
Come out of grave and act like leaders
Not leaders of false promises
But ordinary man of less misses
What do we try at?
Why we are lazily sat?
Why does it go to words alone?
When so much water has already gone
Will we rise above level?
Confirm it first to go well
Not only story to tell
But success at length to dwell
It may find favor
Without relation to turn sour
As from sky the rain pours
Thus ends our venture with tour
But let us leave behind
Not long tail to find
Our misdeeds or untold story
That may speak nothing but only sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The One
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Heard you had a story to tell
Sold your soul in a kiss and tell
Sliding down on a helter skelter ride
Into yesterday
No way out, the price of fame
Once its told will you be the same
Rolling down on a roller coaster ride
Well be waiting for you
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Shock the world with your fall from grace
Glory days gone without a trace
No surprise youre a face without a name
But we all still love you
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
You wanna be the one
Its time to tell you
Were faithful and true
Take us back to the days
When we could dream
cos it makes us happy
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one again
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
No surprise
No surprise
Hey that you wanna be the one
song performed by by Moody Blues
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I was playing rugby and the other games English school children do, and there was an event in which races were run, and I won these by a considerable margin.
quote by Roger Bannister
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I Love! ! !
I Love riding my bike
Playing with my sister
Playing with my cat
And Pizza
I Love playing frozen tag
Playing dinosaurs
Watching T.V.
And hot dogs
And I Love you too.
I Love fluffy brown dogs
Cute little cats
Tiny baby hamsters
And Monopoly
I Love going to camp
Going fishing with dad
Going shopping with mom
And spagetti
And I Love you too.
I Love playing baseball in summer
Hockey in the winter
Soccer in the spring
And hamburgers
I Love having my birthday
Having friends over
Going to parties
And onions
And I LOVE you too.
Another poem writen by my son when in grade 2
poem by Tracey Collins
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Hail The Saints!
The 'Saints' are a group of (mostly) seventh grade boys from St. David's School in NYC who are playing in the Chelsea Piers Soccer League. This is dedicated to them.
HAIL THE SAINTS!
Hail the Saints as we ponder the year;
an annus mirabilis - let's give a cheer.
And as it relates to that leather-bound sphere,
other than Chelsea - had we a Peer?
The Saints were Olympian; the Saints were Titanic.
Their boyish élan was - both divine and satanic.
The Saints were miraculous; the Saints were divine.
The Saints had good sportsmanship - most of the time.
Their strikes were just heavenly; their saves were Nirvana.
Their moves looked like those of - Diego Maradona.
But once in a while, without notice or warning,
the play was erratic - like George Best in the morning.
Let us proclaim from the rooftops, indeed:
Lude pro nobis - our footballing creed.
The litany of saints is a short one to quote.
So, may I commence? I know it by rote.
Henry and Daniel, Dany and James;
Patty and Arthur of 'golden boot' fame.
Alfredo and Colin and Jake will pass on,
the gospel of soccer by Luke and by John.
The Saints would surprise me - again and again:
that boys-will-be-boys, but still be 'good men'.
But what I loved best 'bout this team - and it's rare,
was their sense of camaraderie - palpably there.
So as they go forward in soccer and life,
dribbling thru toils and trials and strife.
I hope they'll remember those days - they were fun.
When soccer and Sainthood - united as one.
(March 2010 New York City)
Mark J. Schulte
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poem by Mark J. Schulte
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