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The Beautiful Game

The Beautiful Game

Stepping on the field
This belongs to me
It is where
I am in control.

Long before I came here
I have prepared for this day
I reach down
Pluck the grass from the earth
Feel the energy of the moment

Nothing else matters now
It’s only about this
This is the beginning 
The beginning of something great

Walk to the centerline
Turn and view the pitch.
The others who stand with me
In this battle 
Prepared for what is to come.

I see the same in them
As I feel
No one else understands 
They cannot share this 

This is our fight
It is our moment
It is what we know
What we live for

The whistle sounds
 Ball advances
It has begun

The Beautiful Game


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Soccer

I play keeper very fine.
When the ball comes it’s all mine.
Bam!! Goes the ball off the pole.
I just saved another goal.
Whack!!  The ball has been shot.
It comes to me and I’ve caught.
You can try and try and try.
You will never get the ball by.


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The Game of Soccer

THE GAME OF SOCCER!

Stadium overcrowded by 
hooligans and fans
Cheering waving flags and 
clapping their hands

Players on the field they’re 
ready to start
There goes the whistle it pumps 
up their hearts

Adding strength to the ball and 
kicking it high
The ball travels overhead how 
beautiful it can fly

Over center field and still it 
goes strong
Pass received with ease and the 
player runs long

There he goes for his 
opponents goal
He dribbles through each player 
he’s on a roll

He takes the shot and curves it 
by
The keeper dives for it far and 
high

The goalie misses it the balls in 
the net
There’s a moment of silence 
and no regrets

The winners jump for joy that 
win was a must
Opponents heads tilt down low 
they leave in disgust

A player’s life fulfilled is playing 
world class
To be playing all year long on 
the rich green grass

Play with heart, that’s the real 
answer
Of how to play the true game of 
soccer


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Soccer

The soccer ball thy shall kick to that place
where there is a net hung on the crossbar.
Thy shall play hard with my power and pace.
I take that free kick and score from afar.

Forwards and midfields need a lot of speed.
Without strength the body will take its toll.
There is one more thing these players will need.
The desire to shoot and score the goal!

The goalkeeper has to be very tall
to keep the ball out and to save the game.
He will need to get up fast if he falls.
The goalies job will always be the same.

As you can see soccer can be real tough.
To play you need to be quick or real buff.


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The Victory Dance

To play as if today
Is your only chance.
Some say, “It’s just a game.”
Have they done the Victory Dance?

When hard-earned Victory
Was finally at hand,
Have they felt the glory
Raining down from the stands?

To do or not to do….
No one wants to hear, “We tried.”
Effort and dedication will be rewarded… 
And ‘Sooner Magic’ is on your side. 

Yes, to fall short is still an option;
But much better to succeed.
Heroes are made and remembered
Only by their deeds.

So, just go out and win.
Give your all to each and every chance.
Persevere and achieve…

And do the Victory Dance.


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Soccer

I finally have my soccer ball;
I've spent hours working on my ball control.
This sport, I enjoy it;
It feels good to finally try it.





©2012 Honestly JT


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THE FALL

its season for this reason
frist  break
of school new take
mabe  you catch wall ball
THIS IS
THE FALL


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Soccer-No greater Sport

I grabbed my shin guard and boot
And head out with my team unto the pitch
The crowd goes wild, old and young, all hooting
The horns of the cars and the vuvuzela’s all tooting
Super Sports, Sky Sports, BBC and ESPN- all reporting 
 
 The game kicks off, Tony in post
Anchored by Fish, Tuga, Razak and Bruce
 Pirlo on the left, Tsidi in the middle, Speelo on the right
Saviola, Siyabonga and Blagodzi will be at the fore-front of the fight
Souls wrestle for supremacy, the crowd still alive and sparkling all night

Go Mighty Panda! Go Mighty Panda!!
The away crowd in purple, black and Green cheers wildly 
Referee whistles for a foul and issues Tuga his second yellow
Two yellow cards means an automatic sending off of Tuga, my fellow
Down by a man yet not giving up, Coach makes a substitution as Noni comes on for Speelo

We’re taking things cool and calm
The opposition getting frustrated after 80 minutes
My teammates attacking and defending with an irresistible power 
As the pendulum of action swings from one tower to the other tower
I took the game into my own hands and blast a ‘gargo’ shot in the eleventh hour


The home crowd goes silent
The 40,000 hooting crowd goes quiet
That thunderbolt from Siyabonga won us the cup
When the game is over the wining team gets a thump up
The losing team goes home to prepare for next season and to get fired up

The Poet Preacher © 2013


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How Important Can a Soccer Game Be

How Important Can a Soccer Game Be?


By Elton Camp


What recently happened in Egypt is an extreme example
But evidence of violence at soccer games is fully ample

Reports of such sports violence by fans is nothing new
But that seventy people were killed is shockingly true

Fans of the losing team out onto the field did stream
Used sharp objects, rocks metal pipes and did scream

Police or security forces were nowhere to be seen
To control those fans so violent, cruel and mean

Some Egyptians feel that the fight as actually a plan
So those who displease the authorities they can ban

What really happened, we may never come to know
But it is a disgrace when things like this become so 


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Sweet


Never saying die, their courage sorely tested, 
they fought so valiantly to win one more; 
seemingly defeated, they always battled back, 
then Damon put the Yankees on the floor. 

With scarcely any time to blink or even catch their breath, 
the Bean Town boys were destined for St. Lou 
to play a franchise known for their ability 
to hit 'em deep, and steal a base or two. 

It was never even close to being a contest, 
we clipped their wings and made the Red Birds crawl; 
from Foulke to Millar for the final killing, 
our RED SOX are the CHAMPIONS of them ALL!


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