She Loved To Watch Him Play
she never missed a practice
never missed a game
sat there watching
yelling his name
baseball, soccer, basketball too
she was always there
cheering him on
win or lose she didnt care
he was her little boy
he loved to play
she loved to watch him
even far away
for 12 years she was
at every game
always watching
yelling his name
then 1 day
he asked her not to come
he loved her
he would always be her son
he said other parents
never come
and he didnt want to have
the only one
he said he was a grown
man now
doesnt want his mom
around now
she said
ok
i wont embarrass you
that way
a few years later
he walks to the mound
looks at the bleachers
he hears a familiar sound
then he sees her
watching his game
sitting there patiently
yelling his name
he smiles real big
tips his hat
throws the ball
right past the bat
after the game
he runs to the stand
looking at his mom
she waves her hand
he runs past the fence
around the post
then realizes it was
his moms ghost
she never missed a practice
never missed a game
sat there watching
yelling his name
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Jerry
Jerrys jelling at the man in the moon
Hes right outside of my window
He acts like a madman from time to time
I hope he brings it to a crescendo soon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerry rides his skateboard down the street
Hes thirty-seven yeras old with six children
He sees the world through a ten year old boys eyes
He doesnt even notice that its raining outside
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
But sometimes he cries
He wants me to console him
But I know hes lying about
Everything he told me
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Says he prayed to suffer the consequences
What is his penalty for his immaturity
Will he be cast into eternal darkness
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
Jerrys yelling at the man in the moon
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Pick Up Game First One To 11 By 1's
fOR ME TO WIN IT HAS TO BE SOMETHING IN IMPORTANT.
WHY DOES HE HAS RUBBER BANDS ON HIS ARMS, THAT QUESTION SHALL BE DISCOVER AS YOU GROW WE THE GAME.
ILL STOLE IT THREE TIME IN ONE GAME, HES A BIG MAN BUT THE SCORE 7-11, COME MY PEPS DONT LET ME IMPRESS YOU INN FRONT YOUR PEOPLE, THAT COULD BEEN ON A HIGHLIGHT REEL
GETTING SHUT OUT IN GAME TO 11 YOU KNOW HE'S NOT GOING GET A NOTHING GAME.
tHE GAME OF BASKETBALL IS ALL ABOUT RESPECT,
THE ULTRAMENT RESPECT IS TO GIVE NO RESPECT,
WHEN IT COME TO THE GAME OF BASKETBALL.
thats how you gain respect! ! ! !
AND IM HURT AND STILL TOOK YOUR MAN GAME YOU TELL ME WAS WE PLAY TO A ELEVEN OR WAS I JUST TAKE YOU SCHOOL.
talking about running the city, we talk about that later after your lesson
BECAUSE IF IT WAS A GAME FULL COURT FIVE ON FIVE AND IT GAME BASE ON STRAGTEY NOT SKILL WHO DO YOU THINK WOULD WIN.
RESPECT IS GIVING WHEN YOU SHOW IT, CHECK IS IN,
BALL PLAY.
poem by Louis Borgo
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No Football Match Today
I don't know what to do today
as I'm not going to see a game
don't fancy walking around the shops
that just sends me totally insane.
My team are playing away
but I just can't afford to go
so I'll have to do the next best thing
and listen to it on my radio.
But I have run out of bloody batteries
and the shop says they've none in stock
but then just before the game kicked off
I thought I know I've got some in the clock.
So I sat there cheering on the lads
but it just didn't feel the same
I missed the drinking before the match
and being in the ground watching the game.
Anyway the team played really badly
and got hammered six goals to two
sitting there in my living room
feeling depressed and really blue.
So I went off to the local pub
and drowned my sorrows in ale
but I ended up being arrested for being drunk
and spent the night in the local jail.
So in future if I can't afford to go to the match
I think I will find something else to do
take the dog for a very long walk
or get a Saturday job in a shop or a zoo!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Taking Dad to a Game
The Polo Grounds, when the Field’s first seen
are a most magical shade of green.
Hand in hand, me and my Dad
head for our seats in the right field stands.
It’s the Cincinnati Reds in town
to play the New York Mets.
There’s a double header scheduled,
How much better could it get?
Cincinnati took the first game
by a score of three to nil.
My hot dog was delicious
Dad had a beer to swill.
The nightcap was a wild affair
The Mets won thirteen- twelve.
You could look it up, as Casey said,
if you should care to delve.
We rode the subway home that night
side by side, me and my Dad.
We reminisced about the game
Like the most knowledgeable fans
The Q44 from Flushing took us
up Queensboro Hill, ,
past Carvel and Booth Memorial,
I remember it well still.
My father turned to look at me
as five decades creased my brow.
Making us the self same age
What he was then, so I am now.
Thirty years, about, its been
Since last I saw my Dad.
The dead don't get to baseball games,
Which I think is rather sad.
They can't enjoy a summer night
on the wrong side of the grass.
And an ice cold beer is greatly missed-
They can't pour themselves a glass
In memory, we still can walk
With those who came before.
So I took my Dad to a baseball game
What was I waiting for?
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Moms…
Moms are very special,
They are there to tell you to do your homework.
They give you your lunch because you forgot it.
Moms are there to embarrass you
By yelling your name at all your sports games.
Moms are there by your side
Just in case you get a boo-boo
And she can make the hurt go away
All just with one kiss.
Moms are there standing in front of the window
Watching daddy teach you how to ride a bicycle.
Moms are there sitting in the audience
Wishing you the best while you act in your first play.
Moms are there crying her eyes out
At your elementary graduation,
Whispering I Love You.
Moms are there to comfort you
When you come home crying
Because you found out that your crush is with another.
Moms are there to guide you
Through life and help you get through
All those rough times when you think you’re alone.
Moms are there crying her eyes out again
At your high school graduation
Thinking to herself that you will do great in the real world.
Knowing that you may be far away
But you will stay deep in her heart until you come home for the holiday visits.
Moms are very special they’re by your side even though
You can not see them some times.
They’re our little Angels sent to
Guide us in the right path.
So I thank you God for my mom,
Happy Mother’s Day mom
And I Love You.
poem by Kimberly Santistevan
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Everybody Knows
I got your number right off the wall
Bristol 285 wont you give me a call
Well I was 15 thought I was hot
I didnt know if youd see me or not
And that night as we stepped out
We were hand in hand
But my friends all seemed to know you
I couldnt understand
That everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
You seemed so shy so all alone-y
Without any hint of ever being phony
But then the little things that came to light
Like the strange hours you worked late at night
And as we laid in your bed that night
You made me feel like a king
Then as I looked into your eyes
I heard that telephone ring
And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
But nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
Oh no, they dont want to know your game again
(instrumental)
And everybody knows, everybody knows, they know your name
Nobody wants, nobody wants, to play your game
And everybody knew, everybody knew, they knew your name
But nobody wants nobody wants to play your game
(instrumental to the end...)
song performed by by Ufo
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Holy Books
Life is a game; rules are laid.
It’s played without a referee.
Watching the game, one has to play.
No holy book is of any use.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Donna....
by now you must have noticed
that this is just a game of words
rearranging letters to make a sound
polishing them
for more attraction
and you must shake your head
in disbelief
thinking that some of these words
have changed the
directions of lives
or perhaps lightened the loads
or fueled the jets
on the other hand
i must agree with you
this game
i must confess
is designed to appease
the kids
who are not loved by their
parents
somehow
there are effects unexpected
but these i honestly
did not know
but which you must have
experienced
well, i love this game
and i shall play it all over again
did you find
some codes in there?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Spirit of The Game
While watching a game, unless you take side
You won’t find interest in watching it.
You find some reasons to fevour a side.
Else you can't enjoy the spirit of the game.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Believe
I am you and you are me
Why's that such a mystery ?
If you want it you got to believe
Who are we ?
We're who we are
Riding on this great big star
We've got to stand up if we're gonna be free yeah
If you want it you got to believe
Believe in yourself
'Cause it's all just a game
We just want to be loved
The Son of God is in your face
Offering us eternal grace
If you want it you've got to believe
'Cause being free is a state of mind
We'll one day leave this all behind
Just put your faith in God
And one day you'll see it
If you want it you got it
You just got to believe
Believe in yourself
'Cause it's all just a game
We just want to be loved
The future's in our present hands
Let's reach right in
Let's understand
If you want it you've got to believe yeah
If you want it you got it
You just got to believe
Believe in yourself yeah
'Cause it's all just a game
We just want to be loved
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Are You Gonna Go My Way
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Living Angels
May god keep you in his loving care
Until we meet again
Forever missed forever loved
Its hard to believe
Three years have passed
A day does not go by
That your not thought of
You are forever in our hearts
Forever loved
This day is remembered
And quietly kept
No words are needed
We shall never forget
For those we love dont go away
They walk beside us everyday
Unseen and unheard
But always near
So loved so missed and so very dear
With all of our love
They will live on
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Pinball Cha Cha
Welcome
In lucys bar
Hey you gentlemen over there
Come on closer
See me play
The sensational game
Its the only thing Ive got in my life
And I play it every day
And, well, believe it or not,
Its just... pinball
And for me its
Claro que si
Claro que si
Come, come close to me
I tell you man you will see
Im like happy tree
Come close and then you will see
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Hey you, man you watch me
Might be right I am a fool
But man why dont you tell me
If you know a better tool
All the gates are lit
This is very good for me
Its like a kiss
Watch out man and you will see
Now all lights are on
Believe me man that I have won
I know for you this doesnt look a lot
For me this is the only thing I got
I really couldnt care less
If you take me a for a fool
I know you couldnt show me
Any better tool
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
Claro que si
Is yes for sure
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
A knack inside
I win another game
I press the button and its not the same
song performed by by Yello
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Pinball Cha Cha
Welcome
In lucys bar
Hey you gentlemen over there
Come on closer
See me play
The sensational game
Its the only thing Ive got in my life
And I play it every day
And, well, believe it or not,
Its just... pinball
And for me its
Claro que si
Claro que si
Come, come close to me
I tell you man you will see
Im like happy tree
Come close and then you will see
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Every ball for mes another game
For you this always looks the same
Hey you, man you watch me
Might be right I am a fool
But man why dont you tell me
If you know a better tool
All the gates are lit
This is very good for me
Its like a kiss
Watch out man and you will see
Now all lights are on
Believe me man that I have won
I know for you this doesnt look a lot
For me this is the only thing I got
I really couldnt care less
If you take me a for a fool
I know you couldnt show me
Any better tool
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
Claro que si
Is yes for sure
Oy oy oy
I like my toy
A knack inside
I win another game
I press the button and its not the same
song performed by by Yello
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Biker Like An Icon
There was a girl who loved a biker
She used to follow him across america
But the biker didnt like her.
She didnt care, she still persisted
Though her brother said she was twisted
And the family said they wouldnt miss her
Anyway.
She loved the biker like an icon
Gazing at his picture everyday.
She loved the biker like an icon
Slowly watching precious water drip away.
She did her best to fix a meeting
She pulled it off one night in hollywood
When he met her he couldnt let her get away.
He didnt ask for her permission
He took advantage of her position
But he was always her ambitiion
Anyway.
She loved the biker like an icon
Gazing at his picture everyday.
She loved the biker like an icon
Slowly watching precious water drip away.
The family tried so hard to find her
They showed her picture across america.
But no trace of her sweet face
Was ever found.
She loved the biker like an icon
Gazing at his picture everyday.
She loved the biker like an icon
Slowly watching precious water drip away.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed.
quote by Michael Jordan
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Watching For Pa
Three little forms in the twilight gray,
Searching the shadows across the way;
Two pair of black eyes, and one of blue --
Brimful of love, and of mischief too;
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
May, with her placid and thoughtful brow,
Beaming with kindness and love just now;
Willie the youngest, in anguish did lay,
Stealing sly kisses from sister May,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Nellie, with ringlets of sunny hue,
Cosily nested between the two;
Pressing her cheeks to the window pane,
Wishing the absent one home again.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Now there are shouts from the window seat;
There is a patter of childish feet;
Gaily they rush through the lighted hall --
"Coming at last" is the joyful call.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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As They Lived
There is no laughter in the streets
Not the ones this world beholds
And the game still finds lone souls to beat
Though the rules are never told
…as it always is the master
There is no happiness in the sky
Not the one watching the ants below
And the game finds new loved souls to die
Though no worldly remorse ever shows
…as if their lives could end faster
But the story never ends this way
The monochrome and shades of grey
Like a rising sun through the black day
Give way, always, when you turn the page
…as games always make laughter
There is happiness in the sky today
The only one I know and love
And the game will never take away
All the ever circling doves
…as they give way to gilded chapters
There is laughter in the streets again
Warm smiles upon the hearths and homes
So go on and beat the game young men
And fulfill the fate the story told
…as they lived happily ever after
The Game Of Fame
'GOLF-THE GAME OF FAME'
I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window
The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow
I had been waiting here to see
Who shall the winner ultimately be?
My two sons were participating, and were outside
There were competing against each other, side by side
First session ended, and the players are now in the second half
I was watching them through the window, including the club staff
Everyone was trying their very best and hard
Well it's not an easy game, just like playing cards
I saw some players taking a short nap
This was some relief time for them and for I, after a gap
The third session of the game goes worst
Till the end of the game, we didn't knows who will be first
The game has begun to ooze
I was still watching them through the window, "Who is go'na loose? "
My two sons were slowly picking on the game
My thoughts were, "Who will earn the coveted fame? "
Opponent players were also moving off at last
I saw my younger one ‘playing pretty fast'
My elder one was rushing down the lane
Why his game slowing down the lane
The competition has become intense and difficult to bear
So, the victory time is getting close and near
Now the game has become fast enough
Oh! My younger son has now found a fluff
Players have now quickened and have hurried by
They seem to be working fast, as if to fly
At last, someone has to be won
Nobody else, it's my younger son
I was watching this golf tournament through the visitor's window
The opening pairs were standing under a big tree's shadow
BY SAMRA HAQ
No Right To Say What Is Unfair
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And if one is seduced to play along,
They have no right to say what is unfair.
With a benefit there to correct and protect them.
And if there is going to be any changing of rules,
The creator of the game introduced will win.
In some circles this is called common sense.
If someone introduces a game to play,
It becomes their game to play.
And the playing of it will be to their benefit that's it.
Since the game of choice introduced to seduce,
Was not implemented...
For the creator of it to lose.
It is very rare one chooses to introduce a game,
To have it played for the purpose of their losing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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