Left Foot
Left foot worked miracles
To bring glory to motherland Zambia
When nation's morale sagged
After beating Gambia
But earning no further honours
Than a dream to train in Colombia.
Left foot raised Chipolopolo from ashes
After Gabon disaster
Killed entire squad and officials
Leading nation to seek consolation from Pastor
Who predicted
In near future she'd be African soccer grandmaster.
Left foot in 2012 guided Chipolopolo
To her first continental cup
Although squad faced opponents
That on FIFA rankings featured higher up
Than maiden Zambia, she succeeded
In winning tournament's close-up.
poem by John Sensele
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Zambia Shall Be Free!
Zambia shall be free!
And, Zambia won the African Cup of Nations played on the 12th of February 2012.
The Kantongo brothers,
The game,
The penalty shoot outs! !
And Zambia won the African Cup Of Nations played on the 12th of February 2012.
The penalty kicks,
It is a goal! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
And Zambia won the African Cup of Nations in Gabon at 'Stade de l'Amitie';
In a nerve-racking final match by beating Ivory Coast.
Zambia shall be free!
And in Libreville they won the African Cup of Nations played on Sunday;
But, this highly emotional victory for the Zambians was a great honour to them,
And the 'Chipolopolo' Boys took the trophy.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Zambia
The talented 'Chipolopolo Boys'! !
Zambia is a country in Africa with many talented football players;
And the talented 'Chipolopolo Boys' won the African Cup of Nations.
The penalty shootouts! !
The penalty kicks,
The penalty goals,
The penalty misses;
And Zambia won Ivory Coast to carry the major trophy of the African Cup of Nations,
Yes, in Livreville to carry the day on Sunday the 12th of February 2012.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Left Foot, Right Foot
left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot,
eyes fixed straight ahead....
drawn by the spectre
of our own greed;
use it up, throw it out,
use it up, throw it out....
hardened and lifeless,
eaten from within
by the maggots of ego...
deaf to the cries
of our own children,
blinded by the 'God'
of cyber technology...
strip the fields,
cut down the forests...
mine the mountains,
we pee in our own
drinking water, and
walk away....
leaving nuclear tracks
in the womb of time.
left foot, right foot,
left foot, right foot...
marching blindly to hell
with drool on our chins!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Heart Of Africa
Zambia you are the heart of africa. Your peace shames your brothers war.Zambia your unity is an example that africa needs for it to unit.yes problems are among you but you dont need to part. Zambia son of africa your are young but yet wise please use it to grow your wealth. Zambia heart of africa. With hot blood in your veins you helped your brothers to be free again. Zambia needs to show his brothers what is needed to have peace.Zambia you are the heart of africa yes without you africa will die. Africa my Africa please stay alive.
poem by George mwandu
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My Left From My Right
Woke up this morning,
couldn’t tell my left from my right.
When I put my slippers on
my left foot went in the right
and my right foot went in the left,
with my feet pointing outwards
instead of inwards as they normally do.
20 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Workmen's March
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
That makes
one
of many, many,
That makes bold, if fear daunts any,
That makes small the load and lighter,
That makes near the goal and brighter,
Till it greets us gained with laughter,
And we seek the next one after.
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Marching, marching of few hundreds,
No one heeds it, never one dreads;
Marching, marching of few thousands,
Here and there wakes some to hearing;
Marching, marching hundred thousands,-
All will mark that thunder nearing.
Left foot! Right foot! Lines unbroken!
Keeping time is power's token.
Let us march all, never weaken
Time from Vardö down to Viken,
Vinger up to Bergen's region,-
Let us make
one
marching legion,
Then we'll rout some wrong from Norway,
Open wide to right the doorway.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Straw Foot
I guess you didnt hear me
When I told you for the first time
Well dont you worry
It wont be the last
All I need a floorboard
An a wooden shoe
Step aside an let my lady through
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Up an back around
See the high priest
He took my place
When the judge looks to me
He saw his sons face
Not gonna join you in
Your tower of babble, boy
Tired o that talkin
Im sick o that noise
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Im not alone
An looks can be deceivin
When we get down to it
Youre talkin when you
Should be leavin
Ive been to nebraska
It reminded me of spain
All the questions loaded
All my answers same
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hay foot, straw foot
Coverin ground
Let us not mince our words
Lets say it true this time
I need your forgiveness
Just like you need mine
Tell me how it is that
You dont want what hes given
It aint no sin son
To be forgiven
Hey foot, straw foot
Low we lay em down
Hey foot, straw foot
All over town
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Walking
Take your left foot,
Bend the knee.
Move the foot forward.
Place it down.
Then do the same thing,
Wth the right foot.
'Suppose I started with my right foot?
Would that make a difference? '
Try it and see which makes you feel comfortable.
'I like this.'
Now...
Don't be frightened.
But next week,
'We' are going to attempt to do this...
From a standing position.
One moment.
Do you have a question.
~Yes.
Is it possible you can slow down a little.
I am taking notes and you are going too fast.~
No problem.
'What are you calling this? '
~Right.
What is this called? ~
Walking.
~Do you mind spelling that? ~
W-a-l-k-i-n-g.
Walking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ineptness
Carry a big stick,
To threaten from a distance.
Send me pictures of it...
To upset me quick,
With visions I'll be hit with it!
But you'll be wrong wrong.
And I'll be long gone!
Foot power...
Zip.
I like buttered biscuits,
Baked and fresh.
Heated from the oven,
And tasting their best!
You can bring that big stick,
To threaten me with it.
But when I've eaten buttered biscuits,
I'm prepared to split.
Humming a song...
With,
Foot power...zip!
Inept.
Foot power,
Zip!
Ineptness.
Foot power zip!
Inept.
Foot power,
Zip!
Ineptness.
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Foot power zip!
'What is this? '
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Foot power zip!
'What is this? '
Foot power zip!
'What? '
Ineptness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Musical Instruments To Produce Love
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for Cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances
Dances for Serbia Ladies
Samba shake body make bottom dazzle our eyes for laughter
I did not have shoes, i complained crying profusely until i saw a man without legs, i have legs and i can dance
Love sparkles beauty
Beauty sparkles dance
Dance for all is fun
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances, we are dancing
Babies Bobos want to dance, dance away your sorrows until day - break
We are dancing
Musical instruments produce melodious sound for love flow, caresses and kisses
Dance away your sorrows
We are dancing
poem by Olayemi Ayo
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A foot soldier
When I was hurt & lost someone dear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When the going got tough with nothing to gear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the faith felt small & doubts really bigger
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When the sky was dark & nothing seemed near
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the wounds were hurting with no immediate cure
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
when the hopes were grim & nothing was clear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
When storms came hard striking some fear
I did go on because I am a foot soldier
I fought & fought & I fought till the victory was sure
Yes, I could do it because I am a foot soldier
poem by Ameya Deshpande
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This You Could Not Tolerate
You asked me to put my foot down.
And so I did.
Then you left.
Only to say you expected me,
To lower my right foot.
And this you could not tolerate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Foot On The Path
You say, come over baby, come talk to me
Then you drive me so crazy
I cant hardly see
If this keeps goin on
I might just leave and not come back
I got one foot in your doorway
I got one foot on the path
Well you beg me to stay
Then you order me to go
All this up and down
Is wear and tear on my soul
Im wonderin if our future
Is gonna look just like our past
I got one foot in your doorway
I got one foot on the path
Now I love you, baby
Dont get me wrong
But this heart of mine
May not be that strong
You got me on your line
Reel me in or throw me back
I got one foot in your doorway
I got on foot on the path
Youd best thing about it, baby
But dont take too long
If we cant get it right
Ill just be movin on
I cant wait forever
For us to get this thing on track
I got one foot in your doorway, baby
I got on foot on the path
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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Keep Hope and Focus Vivid
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
Followed by a vision right.
One that remains clear and in sight.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
Know a life wished can be better lived.
If wanted to be flaunted.
Don't be petty and hot headed.
Feed your mind instead.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Take your left foot,
Then you move it.
With the right foot and clear sight taken...
Keep hope and focus vivid.
That resentment kept relentless...
Never take that to your bed.
Feed peace of mind to stay instead.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Dog And Me
When life goes a stray and your poor old dog can’t sing the blues any more. You just have to start tapping with your left foot to the old southern tune. Life is like a road country road winding among the mountains. We want to get there but where never in hurry and when get there its most amazing thing you ever see. So you sit atop a mountain you and your dog a foot a tapping to the old songs of the south. You dog and your dog just look at each other with joy. There is nothing great than life, a man and his dog. So you sit upon a millions of stars gazing at life greatest wonders. I started to my play fiddle and you look at your dog. Your dog looks back and starts tapping his left foot again. A man his dog and life down past the mason Dixie line. So that old dog started howling and at the mid night train. It came rolling around the bend at a quarter to four. The sound of the whistle made my dog start doing the 2 step with old mis.jhonson. The dog and mis.jhonson danced all night to the whistle of southern train bound for Kentucky. I and mis.jhonson got married. So they live happy with their dog in the hills of the appalachaims. every time the train comes rolling around they smile and enbrance there love.
poem by Joe Hirsch
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Left Turns The Right Turn
Let your left foot lead you,
Let your right head speak to you,
Let your left hand meet you,
Let your right woman kick you.
Left hands the right hand,
Left turns the right turn.
Keep turning left and youll get there.
Let your left foot lead you,
Let your right mouth speak for you,
Let your left eye meet you,
Let your right man love you.
Left hands the right hand,
Left turns the right turn.
Keep turning left and youll get there.
Lets get there together,
Lets get there together,
Lets get there, sisters,
And lets get there, bothers,
Lets get there, lets get there,
Lets get there, lets get there.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Left Turns The Right Turn
Let your left foot lead you,
Let your right head speak to you,
Let your left hand meet you,
Let your right woman kick you.
Left hands the right hand,
Left turns the right turn.
Keep turning left and youll get there.
Let your left foot lead you,
Let your right mouth speak for you,
Let your left eye meet you,
Let your right man love you.
Left hands the right hand,
Left turns the right turn.
Keep turning left and youll get there.
Lets get there together,
Lets get there together,
Lets get there, sisters,
And lets get there, bothers,
Lets get there, lets get there,
Lets get there, lets get there.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Zambians Shall Be Free
Zambia won the African Cup of Nations on Sunday the 12th of February 2012,
And, the jubilation of the Zambians were seen all over the country!
For the highly emotional victory was dedicated to,
25 players of their National Team who died in a plane crash nearly two decades ago;
But, the Zambians shall always be free! !
Be, bean, been, beans, being, beings, bee, bees;
But Zambians shall be free!
And like the muse of the African Cup of Nations,
But, they won Ivory Coast on penalties to carry the cup.
Zambians shall be free! !
Shall, hall, ball, tall, call, wall, mall, pall, fall, gall, stall, quall, all;
And, in Libreville they remembered the past.
Zambians shall be free!
And, Zambia won the African Cup of Nations for the first time;
Free, fee, bee, see, tree, three, nee, lee, Lee, gee! !
But in memory of the 25 National Players who died nearly two decades ago,
For this major trophy will remind them always of their hard work towards the games.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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At The Pier
i like that blue bird
that stands only
on one foot
there is this sense
of self-sufficiency
without the other foot
i wonder if it's you
on your
animal life after hating
me all those
years
i like to descend
on that level
if that is the only
change left for me
to tell you once
again
that i was never joking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rebels
Honey dont walk out Im too drunk to follow
You know you wont feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe Im a little rough around the edges
Inside a little hollow
I get faced with some things sometimes
That are so hard to swallow
Hey hey hey!
I was born a rebel
Down in dixie on a sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
Yeah she screamed in the car
And threw me out in th e thicket
Well I never wouldve dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh but I keep coming back
Cause its so hard to kick it
I was born a rebel
Down in dixie on a sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And on e foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
Even before my fathers fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When Im walkin g round tonight
Through the concrete and metal
I was born a rebel
Down in dixie on a sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel
song performed by by Tom Petty
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