Soccer Field Dreams
Its funny,
you think someone would have
kicked me out by now
or at least said something.
I never knew you could
camp in the middle of
a soccer field.
I suppose this is New Hampshire,
Live free or Die!
poem by Sebastian Sandok
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Margaret Alice Song
Margaret Alice
Come and follow me
All the way to that soccer field
During the nigut
I know you think that sounds crazy
But just trust me for once
And follow me alll the way to that Soccer field
Because I want you to see the stars that shines at night
In the sky at the soccer field
poem by Aldo Kraas
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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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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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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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Emma and me
Running, Singing, Screaming, Camera Whoring,
Our lives are never boring,
Stalkers, creeps and fatty freaks,
We are total geeks 8-]
Dibs that hottie,
oh wait thats me,
God its good to be free,
window shopping, starbucks,
Thats all us,
Scared of indians with plastic bags,
free sprinkles in a paper bag,
dont forget that time at nerd camp,
elyse was doing flips on the tramp,
We learnt and that was cool,
Camp ended and stuck back at school,
funny faces on the rocks,
wearing froggie socks,
Hair-dos like Samara,
Scared stiff watching Tamara.
practicing soccer kicks from the goal,
being watched by creepy mn with mole,
Watching concerts in 3d,
Davids got some d's
getting on a high,
chlorine, sugar, and on life
Emmas stalker, that creepy guy,
Thats emma and I
poem by Jess Terry
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Number Eighteen
She, s real tough and lean
her number is eighteen
when it comes to soccer
she, s no talker
its in her soul
to make another goal
when she, s on the field
she plays hard and doesnt yield
it was such joy
to see her take the ball from a big boy
when she kicked the ball
it soared past them all
without pause or toll
it went into the goal
she, s a little beauty queen
but on the field she, s real mean
she, s my little number eighteen
poem by Ernest Clary
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Ive Been Kicked Around
Well Ive been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Im alright
I once had a heart
I was ripped from it
Chewed up then spat out
Like a cherry pit
And if I seem a little hard
Its just that Ive been kicked around
I dont know how I got this far
The way that Ive been kicked around
Uh huh
Well Ive been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Am I alright?
Well Ive been kicked around
What do you see
Am I alright?
Am I alright?
I once had a soul
It was torn from me
I wont cry a tear
I will carry me
And if I seem a little hard
Its just that Ive been kicked around
I dont know how I got this far
The way that Ive been kicked around
Dont worry, Im all right
So if I seem a little hard
Its just that Ive been kicked around
I dont know how I got this far
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
The way that Ive been kicked around
song performed by by Eels
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I think there are a lot of things that soccer does in the communities that transcend the soccer field.
quote by Brandi Chastain
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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!
poem by Katrina Stewart
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I'm A Strong African
High tides do come my way,
but I choose to stand tall.
Knocked at different momentums,
but i refuse to fall.
If life is like a soccer field,
I refuse to be kicked around like a soccer ball.
People despise me due to the texture of my skin,
but they never witness my emotions.
because if i take it to heart I know thats a ruthless sin.
A handsome smile is what they see,
but nobody knows the pain within me.
Some people say my life is perfect like a movie,
but if it is then,
it surely isn't fair because i didn't rehearse this role.
Sometimes i feel like im cursed with pain,
but i chose not to complain,
because negativity in my mind is like the sun trying to shine during the rain.
I face battles as large as Goliath,
but i'm fearless like David.
I'm a strong African.
poem by Halalisani ImmaculatePleasure Mchunu
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The meeting
I caught your eye
in the Afrikaans literature class
while studying business
at the private university
and you watched me
but the day your car cooked
on the soccer field,
we really met.
I saw your car parked
on the soccer field
and asked Marthinus
my roommate and friend
why it’s parked there?
He said that it belonged
to a really beautiful girl
who probably has trouble with it,
but that people like him and me
didn’t have a chance
with a girl like you.
So I asked him to introduced us
and your eyes were like the sky,
but not blue,
ever changing
sometimes green and brown
and your auburn hair
glittered in the sun.
I fiddled with a connector on the fan
and suddenly it came on
and when I looked
into your eyes
it was into your soul.
You smiled like an angel
and like magic
we were as if alone
and I was under your spell
and when I smiled back
it did something to you
and I knew
that you were the girl for me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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.
A couple in the middle
I watched a couple in the middle of the soccer field today
laying next to each other gazing
A little girl was running on the line
like the commercial
Old men hitting a softball,
being announcers at the same time
Walkers are laughing
who needs a radio
poem by David Cozzolongo
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Funny, But Not So Funny
Funny am I
How at this point of my life
That I'll ever see such as these
That people find it humorous
Of which I don't, at least, not as much
To live a life of folly.
Funny is it
How this world evolve with things
Looking real when everyone knows
That it isn't all there is to it
Wanting 'em with their life at stake
Wishing like nothing in carelessness.
Funny, but not so funny
For people could think as such
Like no one will know of it;
For people could do as such
Like there is no a payback for it;
Funny, but not so funny.
Funny, but not so funny
When such a time comes
As the world evolves
So is what have been sown
May not be at your lifetime
But to the lives of the generation to come.
Funny, but not so funny
When given a time to live
But only not many have the thought of it
Living a life just to get by
Is not what accounted for
But living under the will of God.
Funny, but not so funny... at least, not just yet.
poem by Mary Louise Mann Gabumpa
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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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To Survive
to survive i go for the golden mean
not so tall and not so short
the tastier, meatier part i suppose
is the middle part of the sandwich
the smoother flow is the middle
part of the river
the safer part is the middle in every
location
at the extreme right what do you get?
or at the extreme left?
i sing between
you extreme joy is killing you with arrogance
your extreme sorrow is killing you with hopelessness
you see,
i live in the middle of everything
not so hot and not so cold and they always call it
this paradise.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Funny isn't it?
Funny isn’t it?
The torture and pain
But don’t worry about it
Wasn’t it just a game?
Funny isn’t it?
Watching her hide from you
Hiding behind people
So scared of what you’ll do
Funny isn’t it?
Ripping up her soul
Well I suppose you had too
You have to be in control
Funny isn’t it?
When you don’t see her around
Proud of your work
That You won your ground
Funny isn’t it?
When your smile starts fall
As you look for that girl
Missing from school
Funny isn’t it?
When the guilt takes its toll
When the worry starts
And it tares up your soul
Funny isn’t it?
When you see her friends looks
When you wish you could give back
All the things you took
It was funny wasn’t it?
Went you read that note
And you saw the reasons
she had blood on her coat
Its funny now isn’t it?
As the guilt take its place
And all you can see
Is her lifeless face
poem by Amie Waddafuck
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It's Not So Funny
Walking 'round the town with nothing to do
Rock-n-roll ringin' in my ears
Why ajust my mind, just singin' the blues
Got to find a way out of here
It's not so funny
Just a kid, nobody listens to me
Ain't got no money to do what I want
Somethin's got to set me free
You say when you grow up you'll have what you want
And everything that you need
What is the use of having it all
If you listen and never be seen
It's not so funny
Just a kid, nobody listens to me
Ain't got the money to do what I want
Somethin's got to set me free
If I could suddenly be older
I'd show them all and bring them down to my size
My parents tell me you're not the only one
There's a lot of kids around like you
If all of us kids got together for fun
We'd show you a thing or two
No no no
It's not so funny
Just a kid, nobody listens to me
Ain't got no money to do what I want
Somethin's got to set me free
It's not so funny
Just a kid, nobody listens to me
Ain't got no money to do what I want
Somethin's got to set me free
It's not so funny
I ain't got no money
It's not so funny
I ain't got no money
It's not so funny
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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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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I'm Free
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to sing
even if my voice
is not like the voice of an angel
I'm free to dance
even if I'm out of the rhythm
I'm free to cry
even if it means to worry you
I'm free to laugh
even if my heart is aching
I'm free to love
even if it will only hurt me
I'm free to dream
even if I cannot reach it.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free to be happy
even if I'm in the middle of crisis
I'm free to live
even if it will then
end in dying.
I'm free
as free as the birds
as free as the clouds
as free as the wind.
I'm free...
I'm free!
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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