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He loves soccer

He loves soccer.
Kicking soft and supple hearts.
He loves to dribble,
Who cares for penalties?
His referee being
His indomitable
Ego-defense mechanisms.
A veteran player -
He revels amidst
A ground full of personae,
One knocking the other.

He thought I was his soccer.
So he kicked and fucked -
Hard, hard, still harder.

The game over,
He kissed his trophy,
Congratulated himself,
And wished me -
Happy New Year.

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poem by Vaiah Jones
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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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Christina (the childhood me)

Smart,
Trustworthy,
Sweet,

Wishes to be a veterinarian,

Dreams of making a difference in the world,

Wants me to be a nicer sister,

Wonders about new technology,

Fears spiders,
Afraid of the dark,

Likes different types of candy,

Believes in the easter bunny,

Loves my entire family and me,
Loves science,
Loves my dad's juicy hamburgers,
Loves playing soccer

Plans to live in a mansion,
Plans to become a famous soccer player
Plans to help many charities

Wants to live her life to the fullest.

poem by Christina Iuso
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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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My mom

My mom is very sweet and always caring.
She worries about me when I am in school.
She makes sure that I get where I am going
On time so that I don't feel like a fool.
She cares whenever I pick on my younger brother.
She cares whenever he or I get hurt.
She cares whenever I score a goal in soccer.
She cares about the buttons on my shirt.

But best of all, my mom loves all of us
Who live with her, both when we're good and bad.
She makes me happy with a hug and kiss
And holds my hand whenever I am sad.

poem by Arfa Karim
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I Fail You

I fail you my friend
Because I promoside you that I would tought you how to play soccer
But I end up doing something else instead than helping you to learnhow to Play soccer and be a better soccer player in life
You have all the reason to be mad with me because I fail you and I let you Down also
So you see now that I can't even keep my world to you

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Meaning of Soccer

Soccer is a sport of heart, joy, skills, and Honor. Many people play it for money and don’t really
Care about the sport. A true professional soccer player plays for what’s in the front, NOT the
Back. If the team that’s in the front goes big and then you’ll go big with them. Play this beautiful
Sport for fun and enjoy. Many youngsters look up to big names stars like Cristiano Ronaldo,
Kaka, David Beckham, Pele, and many names. Guess what my friends they practiced so they
Could get where they are now, INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTRS! You want to get there just
Practice hard and in games try harder then what you practiced.

poem by Luis Baires
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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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A dying man requests for an extra time

Like in soccer when the two sides were tallied
Referee gives an extra time
Isn't it?
My invisible referee,
You dragged me to this unfair game
And you are taking me now without my concern.
Please blow your miraculous whistle,
At least we could have change our goals for a while.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Soccer

Soccer
Have you ever been on a soccer field?
Well if you haven't it’s the m amazing thing
It’s like being in heaven but on grass
When the grass is just cut and the potato bugs are jumping in the air it gives you energy to have fun

And if you have been on a field then you know how the freshly cut grass
stings your nose and enlightens your heart to give you extra strength to
play soccer harder than you ever have in your life. That is what it’s like being on a soccer field!
By: Isaiah Bess

poem by Isaiah Bess
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The Ballad Of “Willie, Bar The Door.”

In the town of Limavady,
I would have you all to know,
William Cummings he was born
A true son of the Roe.

And in that lovely valley
Near to Benevenagh’s feet,
“Willie, bar the door” gave
Many a soccer treat…

For roared on by his public
Throughout the fair north west
This humble Irish sportsman
Put others to the test.

And sure ‘twas in his lifetime
A legend he became
One of the best defenders
In the skilful soccer game.

And many were his exploits-
Oh! far too many to relate!
For on and off the field of soccer
To serve others was his fate.

Alas, William now has left us
But his memory still lives on,
In the hearts of those who knew him
And who loved him as their own.

And sure whenever soccer’s played,
In public park or moor,
We of his generation
Will remember “Bar the door”.

poem by Liam ó Comáin
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But I think it's also hard to get into soccer here. I think purely on a time level on television as well because of the ad breaks. It's something to do with that as well. You can't show a complete soccer match here. Which I kind of find a bit of an odd thing.

quote by Parminder Nagra
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Soccer Girl

She gets out there and hustles
She does her very best
It’s all about the teamwork
And winning is her quest

Pretty as a picture
She could be most anything
But for now she’s chosen soccer
And working hard for her team

Pony-tail is flying
The ball is flying too
She’s got those rules down good
And she knows just what to do

So come on folks and watch the game
If you want to see the best
A girl who could be a beauty queen
But soccer is her quest!

poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Biography Of football taken for Final Worldcup

I am a football,
Soccer is what the people of FIFA call.
Kicking me here and there,
Trying to play the match very fair.
I saw what Zidane did!
And then feeling shocked tried to hid.
Zidane gave Materazzi a header,
Which was like the short of Federer.
Materazzi felt he was in hell,
And then came the whistle from the referee like a bell.
Referee gave Zidane a red card,
Then Zidane sat outside the ground like a guard.
Because of this Italy won the world cup,
And the France players felt like dying in a tub!

source: self composed
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poem by Sabari Saran
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0021 Football's new rules

I guess you read the news
about the town – soon to be copied –
which abolished traffic lights...
what happened? Self-preservation,
care, and courtesy have won the day..

while the soccer news this weekend was
that everybody blames the referee..
who’s after all, just the traffic-lights to this game..
suppose we tried the same daring system on the soccer field..

any player who makes a bad tackle
or an inadvertent trip (deliberate ones
would disappear as a mark of shame)
to apologise politely and offer
a free kick to the other side..

the player who kicks the ball into touch
immediately hands the ball to the other side
or at the very least, runs away – both sides
always knowing very well who touched it last..

shirt-pulling and diving would be
such matters of shame that the player’s
own side would stop playing and remain
rooted to the spot until
the culprit offered a free kick..

and any really doubtful events would be referred
to the television cameras for a quick decision;
and all the players might just feel the urge
to applaud and clap a tricky moment fairly resolved?

and at the end of the match,
the players would line up and just like
an international does at the beginning,
shake hands down the line…

while the managers would meet symbolically at centre-pitch,
shake hands publicly on a game cleanly fought,
and even – full on camera – look each other
in the eye..

and we the supporters would feel damn proud
that sport was sport once again, that
football was and is the life-blood of the nation,
and if not more important than life and death
at least a happy occasion of skills enjoyed..

and that, win or lose, chivalry and
the game’s the thing..

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Soccer

I have always liked soccer
such a rough game
Such skills are required
And popluar

You must be strong
and fearless
long kicks to bring you closer
to achieving your goal
of making goals to win the game
heading and saving the ball
is important too

its all about a game called soccer

poem by BOBo ROBbY
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The Beautiful Game (soccer)

I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
I love you more than my soccer ball,
The one that’s perfect for amazing passes.
I love you more than me running along those different types of grasses.
I love you more than the cheering crowds,
The stands made out of plaster.
I love you more than that perfect kick,
That I have yet to master.
I love you more than my soccer cleats the ones that hold all reason.
I love you more than my coach, my soccer team and my season.
I love you more than winning that world cup,
That we have yet to reclaim.
I can’t believe I love you more than the beautiful game.

poem by Gab Oso
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Who Loves The Sun

(reed)
Who loves the sun
Who cares that it makes plants grow
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart
Who loves the wind
Who cares that it makes breezes
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Not everyone
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Who loves the rain
Who cares that it makes flowers
Who cares that it makes showers
Since you broke my heart
Who loves the sun
Who cares that it is shining
Who cares what it does
Since you broke my heart
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Not everyone
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Sun
Sun
Sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun
Pa pa pa pa
Not everyone
Pa pa pa pa
Who loves the sun

song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Soccer and cricket were my main sports growing up. I had trials as a soccer player with a few clubs interested, Crystal Palace being one, but it was cricket which became my chosen profession.

quote by Ian Botham
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Hard Liner

Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire.
Shes a hard liner.
Tightrope cross niagara
Shed cut the wire
Never feel a thing.
Walked the sidewalk of another strange avenue.
Kicked my heels and wished my feet were in some other shoes.
But Im not running from that hard liner.
Well she brings ice when I bring fire.
Shes a real hard liner.
How does she retain my hearts desire?
Its a funny thing.
Knows what she wants, knows how to get it, too.
Scares me with cold logic, scares me with the witchs brew.
But I keep on drinking.
Hard liner.
Hard liner.
Im framed and Im hanging on the wall.
Shes a hard liner.
Im like some big game trophy hat-stand in the hall.
But I remember warm and loving nights.
Her [red? ] hair, restaurants,
Swaying bust, headlights
Its a funny thing.
Hard liner.
Yeah, she brings ice when I bring fire.
Hard liner.
Tightrope cross niagara, dont cut my wire.
Hard liner, hard, hard liner.
She brings sun when I bring rain.
Shes a real hard liner.
Yeah, weve got it all crossed up again.
Hard liner. hard liner.
Now I dont think we can stay in the same town.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Lady Loves Me

(duet with ann-margaret)
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me not
She loves me, she loves me, she loves me
The lady loves me and it shows
In spite of the way she turns up her nose
Im her ideal, her hearts desire
Under that ice shes burning like fire
Shed like to cuddle up to me
Shes playing hard to get
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
The gentleman has savoir-faire
As much as an elephant or a bear
Id like to take him for a spin
Back to the zoo to visit his kin
Hes got about as much appeal as a soggy cigarette
The lady loathes him but he doesnt know it yet
The ladys got a crush on me
The gentlemans crazy obviously
The ladys dying to be kissed
The gentleman needs a psychiatrist
Id rather kiss a rattlesnake
Or play russian roulette
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
Shes falling fast shes on the skids
Both of his heads are flipping their lids
Tonight shell hold me in her arms
Id rather be holding hydrogen bombs
Will someone tell this romeo
Im not his juliet
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
She wants me
Like poison ivy
Needs me
Like a hole in the head
Everyone can see shes got it bad
Hes mad!
The gentleman is an egotist
Im simply aware Im hard to resist
Hes one man I could learn to hate
Hows about having dinner at eight
Id rather dine with frankenstein
In a moonlight tete-a-tete
The lady loves me, but she doesnt know it yet
Oh yes she loves me
Dig that shrinking violet
Oh she really loves me
Heres one gal youll never get
She lo- lo- loves me
Would you like to make a bet
I said the lady loves me
The gentlemans all wet

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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