Soccer Prediction!
Octopus soccer prediction
Decides the victory for world cup
Among nations for 2010!
poem by Ramesh T A
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An Ode to Paul
A soothe- saying invertebrate
Takes the world stage by storm
By accurately predicting winners
And by deduction the losers too
The ecstatic winners are thrilled
To offer him goodies and publish
Eulogies about his stunning feat
In accurately predicting their wins
The losers of course have their guns
Trained on the poor psychic octopus
Some onlookers observe the scene
With a quiet sense of amusement
As the creature hogs the headlines
“Preserve him, give him 24/7 security”
Shout the soccer tournament winners
“Get your pans ready for fried octopus
Hopefully Paul will make a tasty dish”
Shout the more distraught losers
The muse in me, sits back and wonders
“What is the world coming to - if our
Future lies in the tentacles of an octopus! ! ”
poem by Sandra Martyres
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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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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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061410b Bavarian Babes
ah! when i hear about bavaria
i think about the beer bubbles
that cling to my beard after toss
then i saw those orange miniskirt
awesome body, soccer babes
who shakes and grind for kicks
they must have lots to jabulani*
with those body hugging mini
the organizers were not please
ambush marketing they said
that's best i've seen, i would say
far better from football sunday
*jabulani - celebrate from zulo;
name of the soccer ball in
world cup 2010
poem by Manonton Dalan
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The Octopus
only one person
in the whole world
the way we say
there is only one god
a moving tentacle
slap it and the soul cringes
chop it and the octopus
is not the same again
the whole world trembles
to absorb loss of every soul
the way the octopus swirls
to its new state with a lost limb
the way everybody is to the whole
the one person, one god
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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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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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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The Octopus
Tell me, O Octopus, I begs
Is those things arms, or is they legs?
I marvel at thee, Octopus;
If I were thou, I'd call me Us.
poem by Ogden Nash
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Is This The Year The World Will End?
The Mayans knew a thing or two.
They forecast that the world would end
In two thousand and ten plus two.
I do not think we can depend
On their prediction coming true..
There have been prophecies before
Predicting that the end was due,
I do not there will be more.
I do not claim to prophecies
I have no faith in those who do.
My world will end the day I die.
I think the same applies to you.
I could be wrong quite possibly
It may be true the Mayans knew.
Enough to state with certainty.
That their prediction would come true.
The Mayans were astronomers
They left behind a legacy
In the form of calendars
What they believed would come to be.
Is this the year of destiny?
We have no choice but wait and see.
I think that very probably.
We’ll carry on regardlessly.
It just another prophecy.
Though based on erudition.
The Mayans thought mistakenly.
Would herald the destruction.
Of everything and everyone.
We hope that it will prove to be
another failed prediction.
Like every other prophecy.
What fate decrees will come to be.
The world is bound to end some day.
But when remains a mystery.
No man alive can solve today.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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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.
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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He Decides
Cant you hear them whispering
Around you all the time
Cant you tell the difference between
Things when youre in love
I hear your voice is trembling
Everytime when hes around
Your detached engagements
In the things I say means love, oh
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be sad
If he doesnt love you
Youre afraid that you cant go on
Living without loving
Never makes a person strong, no
If he really loves you
Let him show you that instead
I will be here with you
cause I know that youre afraid of love
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be sad
Youll never change my mind my friend
Dont let that feeling go
This love might change your world around
In time youll have to know, oh yeah
Whether you should go
Oh yeah
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides whether you should smile
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be sad
Whether you should be happy
Whether you should cry
Whether you should be happy
He decides
Whether you
I know that
He decides
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Until we can fully grasp the extent of corruption and fraud involved in the administration of the Oil-for-Food program, and until the United Nations decides to cooperate in the investigation, no American taxpayer dollars should go to the United Nations.
quote by John Ensign
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I shall go further and say that even if an examination of the past could lead to any valid prediction concerning man's future, that prediction would be the contrary of reassuring.
quote by Julien Benda
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An executive is a person who always decides; sometimes he decides correctly, but he always decides.
quote by John H. Patterson
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An executive is a person who always decides sometimes he decides correctly, but he always decides.
quote by John H. Patterson
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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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Your pride in a flag
Just a small part of this World of your Nation you brag
And you wave your patriotism in your National flag
If your team win the International game today
Your boss won't give you extra in your next week's pay.
You feel so indifferent to people from elsewhere
Remember there's a World called the big World out there
And united we stand and divided we fall
Those words apply to all Nations and to one and all.
Tonight in the bar-room you will drink till late
And with your pub friends today's win celebrate
A win for your Nation in such a big game
Though only the players involved in the victory will know of the fame
And the financial windfall to them that this victory will bring
And of their praises you and those like you do sing
And are the supporters of the losing team worse off than you
Your pride in a flag tell me that is not true?
For pride of their flag young men go to war
And in victory boast of how marvellous they are
And for pride of their flag far too many have died
And so much division created by pride.
poem by Francis Duggan
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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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Victory was not mine
The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.
You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.
Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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