Death Football Poems | Death Poems About Football
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To be called ..
~ Grandma is a Honor ~
I have been blessed with 4 Grandchildren
~ one lays in Heaven " Kaleb " He is God's Angel ~
~ His twin brother he will always watch over , and be in his soul~
For he loved his Brother so much in the womb ,
he chose Heaven which gave life to his twin
~ I feel his spirit when I see the other Grandson ~
Time passed another gift to see
we are " Mickes" and Loved
Our Dad held the title in Baseball
~ that's how we roll ~
those children are Grandmas hero's
The Irish they love big and Family is everything
The brothers will protect the beautiful sister
~ as many lads will be calling ~
Every time my Grandson hits a home run
There will be a Angel watching proudly in the stand
It will be as if the Angel lifted him when he runs
~no one runs faster then my Grandson~
either baseball or Art ~ you shall find your gift given
These children have been blessed~
~ a beauty to hard to describe
If you think not ~~ Take a look at the Mom
That girl can stop Traffic
after raising three and still~
"Inspired by the gift and loss of Grandchildren "
May our precious " Kaleb " softly rest where Angels only Dwell
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
So you old bugger
and how many more will there be of
in the top
watching from Holgate you’d just come back
you'd scored for England B
plaster on your brow
autograph book in hand
boys lined up
“One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly haven’t I signed once
for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
did you say“young man” back then?
won first match of the season
Sign this Brian?
“Do I know you? One signing only
Charles Buchan Football Monthly
haven’t I signed once for you i’m not here for the good of me health”
in the heat of the morning
“they call me Mr Clough I call me old Big ‘Ead”
did I ever really walk on water
I do now
Copyright © Michael J Lewis | Year Posted 2014
The ancient Maya had a game
They called Tut to Tut
A game like soccer
but the ball but the ball
would be passed by the thigh
and not the foot.
They played with a latex rubber ball
that some claim contained a human skull
But what ever you think about the game
it was never dull.
Two teams would play before a temple
On a strip of green
the object of the game
to pass the ball through a hoop made of stone
the Winners were victorious
but for the losers
it wasn't so nice
because they'd chop their heads of
and make them a sacrifice.
Glad I wasn't a coach
beats soccer any day.
''Any one for a game of Tut to Tut''?
Don't all shout at once.
Copyright © Peter Dome | Year Posted 2013
David Gibson is who we know;
But your friends, colleagues call you "PRO."
I knew you as an humble child,
You are going to be missed for a long, long while.
You were firm & tall,
You played that ball.
Your number "8" that's new beginnings,
Now you are on a team that is always winning.
"GIB" or "PRO," you have game,
Yet now you are resting in Jesus name.
We thank God for your time spent with us here,
And in our hearts you will always be near
"The Lunch Lady"
David Gibson at this time was a senior at FAMU. I am not sure where he received his scholarship but he was going to check out a school in Atlanta, GA when there was an accident and his life was cut short. He is missed so much.
Copyright © Daisy Marie Yant | Year Posted 2015
He played football with the Detroit Lions in the NFL.
In the seventies, this man became an actor as well.
Less than a week ago, his fans had bad luck.
We lost the man who was nicknamed the Mad Duck.
He played in the NFL on and off for twelve years.
People loved to see him play, that much is clear.
He began starring in Webster in 1983.
Playing football and acting was his destiny.
(Dedicated to Alex Karras who died October 10, 2012.)
Copyright © randy johnson | Year Posted 2012