In fond remembrance of my father
South Africa, Serbia
Argentina, America
Germany, Uruguay
Brazil, Paraguay,
A host of countries,
A medley of jerseys
My eyes get glued to the TV
Come! Come! Welcome!
WCS (World Cup Soccer) -2010
Has undertaken journey.
Defeating my every mirth
Your face looms large
I tread my steps
Down the memory lane
And WCS-2006 peeps into reminiscence
Dampening your entire spirit
To witness the matches
Keeping yourself awake,
I had cautioned, “ Baba (Father) ,
Don’t be late to bed
It’ll spoil your health.”
But my advice fell flat
You sat erect
As your younger daughter
Viewed different.
Her valuable words were
“ This event repeats
Once in four years
Don’t dissuade father
To watch matches of soccer.”
Never realized
Her vision
Had surpassed mine.
Your last day in the hospital
Was 13th June,2007.
Since childhood
Even my trivials
Used to conquer your approval.
Your faint smile on the parting day too
Bore testimony of your endorsement
On my lean achievement.
Who knew in hours
I would be performing your funeral
Bereft of my last blood
With constricted outlet of emotion?
Today when June mingled with soccer
Occupy my entire being,
In silent tears
I murmur
“ Father, I wish
You were ever living”.
poem by Swatimalya Chattopadhyay
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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
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Support! Qatar
Support! Qatar ***
To host World Cup 2022 for soccer
Imagine!
When the whole World get together
In the capital of magic and the beauty
And the authentic Arabic manner
Qatar is the pearl of Gulf
Keeping the peace and doing a favor
In the region it is as peacekeeper
And among countries
It is the first backer
For others
All honorable people in the World
Will support! Qatar
To be the only competitor
For sure the World will never forget
This Event forever
Let us support Qatar
Let us plant warmth's seeds
And change the hot weather
Here in Qatar
All seasons will gather
No winter no autumn no summer
Everything will be better
Our hearts with Qatar
All of us with Qatar
Qatar will be the winner
To host World Cup 2022 for soccer...
*** Qatar is one of the most beautiful Arabic Countries. Doha is the capital. It is located on the east coast of the Arabian Peninsula.
and Qatar is the only country in the Middle East which bids to host World Cup 2022
poem by Naji Almurisi
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Soccer!
GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING!
soccer fans blowing there horns, eating their food, jumping up and down, painted faces, soccer jerseys, foam fingers, hot blistering sun, fun.
soccer balls roll and fly across the field soaring though the air like a bird with no wings, black and white moving so fast.
soccer bleachers, sweating fans, crumbs of food left in the stands, bird and bees and hornets to fly all around looking for food.
GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING! SOCCER!
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In Europe, it's different - you eat soccer, you breathe soccer, you drink soccer. Everything is about soccer.
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2010/07/06 Charming
I was reading Lobsang Rampa while you
were watching soccer world cup, I had just
concluded that I must be related to the Lama
from Lhasa when it was announced that the
Dutch had won against Uruguy
I recalled my maternal grandfather came directly
from the Netherlands, Mijnheer van Wijk, my mother
is Dutch in appearance – therefore I rejoice with the
House of Oranje*, though my grandmother Margaret
Alice came from Scottish stock
Her mother being a lady Powell, while her father is
from German origin – Puth – and my paternal grand-
mother is from French descent – De Lange – while
the Botha clan came from ‘Friesland’ – and YOU are
from Germany also, called Koch
I am so happy – ecstatic – to claim the victory of
the House of ‘Oranje’ as my own, I have genetic
roots everywhere, and being South African, I also
have African genes, go Bafana and Ghana; should
a South American team win
There are Afrikaans people in South America also
in Patagonia, does not matter who wins, I am related
to ALL of them, though the legacy of Jan van Riebeeck
landing in 1652; and Langenhoven writing stories for
Afrikaans children - predisposes me
To adore the victory of the Dutch soccer team – I LOVE
the World Cup as presented in South Africa, enjoying the
way in which the continent of Africa presented this mar-
vellous event for the first time in history - with vuvuzelas
taking the world by storm –
This is what dreams are about, I love the whole tournament
and who can blame me when everything that happens is
charming in the extreme?
*Oranje = Orange
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My father, My father
My father, my father,
I love he,
my father, my father,
made me see,
how beautiful this world really can be.
My father, my father,
said to me,
my daughter my daughter,
come see me,
I wont be around forever, and i have things that must be.
My father, my father,
dont die on me.
[I wrote this while my father was in the hospital, I'm sorry to say he never got to leave. R.I.P October 7,08.]
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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
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Bismarck
There are many matches going on but,
The final matches will be played in Africa!
That is about the forth coming 2010 World Cup.
The last matches will be played in Africa and,
We are waiting for the 2010 World Cup;
There and then i will meet my friend Bismarck.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Father-in-Law and I
MY father-in-law is a careworn man,
And a silent man is he;
But he summons a smile as well as he can
Whenever he meets with me.
The sign we make with a silent shake
That speaks of the days gone by—
Like men who meet at a funeral—
My father-in-law and I.
My father-in-law is a sober man
(And a virtuous man, I think);
But we spare a shilling whenever we can,
And we both drop in for a drink.
Our pints they fill, and we say, “Ah, well!”
With the sound of the world-old sigh—
Like the drink that comes after a funeral—
My father-in-law and I.
My father-in-law is a kindly man—
A domestic man is he.
He tries to look cheerful as well as he can
Whenever he meets with me.
But we stand and think till the second drink
In a silence that might imply
That we’d both get over a funeral,
My father-in-law and I.
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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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Black Forest
Welcome to the winter soccer in South Africa,
With 'Vuvuzelas' to great you all over in the 'Black Forest'!
For the muse of the African is now noted by all.
To the slums of Cape Town,
Believe in yourself and kick the ball!
For our story is now to the world.
Do your best no matter what,
For the winter soccer went with the hand gloves!
And of the noise from the 'Vuvuzelas' to respect at last,
For that was part of the game.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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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
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Father, son, spirit
The father conceives his son
the son grows with his father
the spirit allows the heritage
Father, son, spirit. The father says sweet things to his son
the son is a rosebud to his father
the spirit remembers the instant of conception
Spirit, father, son. The father works, gladly
the son at school, learns much
the spirit, lovingly, joins them
Son, father, spirit The son makes his father, a good father
the union of father and son,
is the work of the spirit of love
Spirit, son, father.
poem by Teresa Gonzalez-Lee
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Soccer world cup 2010
Soccer is the word on many lips
soccer world cup 2010
Joyous is the mood all
over the land
A first for a our small nation
flags to be hosted proudly
all over the land
White and black soccer balls
will be played over many fields
Some teams will win
some teams will loose
some teams will cry
some teams will be happy
Praise God Almighty
for this special occasion
a first for our small nation
in Jesus Name
poem by Allen Brodell
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My Father Was A Loser
My Father Was A Loser.
My Father Was A Punk.
My Father Was Abussive.
My Father Was A Drunk.
My Father Was Stricked.
My Father Was Mean.
My Father Did Drugs.
My Father Was A Feen.
On My 13th Birthday, My Father Left My Mom.
Ever Since Then, My Life Became Calm.
poem by Tania Nuno
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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.
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
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No father?
i told my father it was so and i got up and left him then you know
though there was nowhere i had to go and nothing i had to do
i stand before you father
but you refuse to see
oh father, have you forgotten me?
i kneel before you father
but you do not feel
i am your flesh and same blood
if only you knew
if only i could tell you your an ass
if only i could say and put into words what you've put me through
if only you were around to say good job
as a father you have failed
as a father you were never there
i am ill be gotten history
...no father?
poem by Calvin Jenkins
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Father, Can you see me?
Can You See Me Father?
Father, can you see me?
Father, can you help me through this night?
Father, are you with me?
I look up at the sky, and wonder why, I feel so alone now...
Father, will you help me?
Im afraid to close my eyes.
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, if I sleep now, will you be watching over me this night?
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, the world I see is so much larger, than I remember when you were here with me.
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, can you help me stand own my own two feet once more?
Father, Im on my knees, looking at the sky, looking for your eyes.
Father, I've lost my way, Lord, I pray for your guidance once more.
Father, what was your will, Lord, it was not mine.
Father, can you hear me?
Father, can you see me?
Father, as I pray for your will, please come and show me the way, dear Lord I pray.
Amen
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Maradona as Coach Maradona
I can't see Argentina's future in this world cup. I am writing this poem being a fan of Maradona and Argentina football team.
Now you an old lion
Still a hunter
But don’t go for hunting in groups,
You are preparing others to hunt for you.
You have kept beard during the world cup
But that can’t hide the anxiety and pride of your face.
Standing beside the side line
You watch the football of Argentina
With conscious long wait
For another Argentine goal.
Tevez, Milito, Veron can’t ignore your presence,
Even Messi follows your shadow of football magic,
Can they uplift the cup
That you once held in your heavenly hands?
Mexico, Germany, Korea –
Tough opponents everywhere
Can your soccer boys beat them all
To progress in this tournament?
Key of future has the answer,
As for now,
All I can say,
Good luck, ‘Coach Maradona’!
poem by Biswajit Ganguly
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