Best Boro Poems
This is a true-life celebration of love ballad. A chance meeting on a Greek island becomes a whirlwind romance. From Athens’ vibrant Monastiraki markets to a Taverna where you can experience the lively traditional, passionate Greek culture and music.
Join Demetri and his spirited Sismo Dance Company to the strains of his Bouzouki. This Original bilingual (English/Greek) musical experience blends the magic of love at first sight with traditional and Mediterranean flair, to moonlit beaches, it’s a tribute to all those who’ve ever fallen in love fast, felt deeply, and dared to dream.
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Come Closer To Me - Love at First Sight
LYRICS
COME CLOSER TO ME
Trelos ya sena
COME CLOSER, LOVE YOU TRUE,
Ella Konda mou na sou po,
MAY I HUG YOU,
Na s’angalayaso an boro,
I DANCED WITH YOU LAST NIGHT,
Ma ze sou horepsa egthes,
FOR ME YOU SEEMED SO RIGHT,
Agapi mou apo pou erthes?
COME CLOSER FOR IT IS MY AIM,
Ella Konda, na sou po,
TO TELL MY SECRET, THIS NO GAME,
To mistiko mou ella tho,
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Thellou na zesume mazi.
ENJOY OUR YOUTH AND IN IT BASK.
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
WE WILL LOVE, KISS AND SIP FROM WINE,
Sta hili sou ena fili, se agapo toso poli,
AND WHILST WE DINE,
Ke an to potiri me krasi
IF A GLASS MAY FALL, BREAK AND SPILL,
Poh tay gee thee,
LET IT BE ON ME, IF IT WILL.
Na eme ego, ke ohi esee.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apti tin argee, esouna ese.
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apti tin argee, esouna ese.
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
In the heart of some dark English city
Came a sight that turned everyone's head
When as if from some dream came a wonderful team
In a wild sea of Boro Red.
Through all of my life it's been with me
All the fears, all the tears that I've bled
It wont run it wont yield it's my comfort and shield
This wild sea of Boro Red
Now this is a beautiful color
When I've worn it I've laughed and I've cried
It was hewn from the iron men of legend
And its run through with passion and pride
And now my Red Lion days are closing
As I lie on my funeral bed
I can see once again all those magical men
In a wild sea of Boro Red.
Sorrow soon be gone, glory fill my eyes
Boro I was born and Boro I will die
Never stopped believing, I kept my spirits high
Boro I was born and Boro I will die.
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Hear me sing this on youtube.
Google Boro Red. Louis Spence.
Thanks for reading.
Were yer looking down, Wilf, were yer with me Dad
Sitting with John Widdowfield and Harry, his brave lad
Weren't the fans terrific, did you hear them roar
Didn't Boro start well and what a time to score.
What about them boots now, that stadium 'n all
Would have been amazing to see you with that ball
Just to watch Juninho must've made you grin
I bet you had a chuckle when that penalty went in.
Hope it made you smile, Wilf, I hope it made your day
And every other Boro fan not here with us today
I saw you play at Ayresome in 1953
Me Dad stood on the Holgate and he got me in for free
I met you just before you died, in the café on Marske stray
We talked about the old times, yer made me laugh that day.
I drank with Stevie Gibson the night the cup was won
And through the tears and endless beers I said how well he'd done
I told him that we loved him, the way me Dad loved you
He said, Look I'm no different, just Boro through and through.
Next time I pass your statue, I'll linger for a while
And if I look real closely, I know I'll see you smile.
It's been a long old time, Wilf, but didn't they do us proud
The chairman and the manager, the players and the crowd
It's been a long old time, Wilf, at last we've done things right
We've gone through that great darkness and come into the light.
Night night, Wilf, night night.
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Read the wiki on Wilf Mannion, Superstar. Thank you.
Our town sports a true passion
middlesbrough f.c. is like fashion
that will never ever go out of date
even though less winning and fate
...Right from back in my early days
i followed the boro home and away
spending weekends and plenty of money
but was all worth it attending wembley.
Dedicated to Callum M.F.C. Mcguinness
In the fifties, just a lad
Cheering locals with me Dad
2nd tier, watch 'em play,
Mannion, Peacock, Clough and Day
Swinging 60s, working man
Got the fever, diehard fan,
3rd division, hear the moans,
Fernie, Irvine, Gibson, Jones
70s and flying high
Set 'em free and watch 'em fly
Goals galore and endless thrills,
Souness, Maddren, Boam and Mills
80s now, heartache, gloom
Dying dreams, impending doom,
Bright young lads dispel those cares
Parky, Mowbray, Cooper, Pears
Nineties riches all around
World class players, brand new ground
Things get better, things get worse,
Boksic, Rava, Juno, Merse
Noughties came we won a cup
Sadly down then followed up
Prognosis not looking good,
Southgate, Alves, Mido, Flood
Banners out now Aitor's here,
Time for hope and time for cheer
Hopeful how this one will end
Nugent, Clayton, Downing, Friend
Got it done, got it right,
With the big boys, the top flight,
Staying strong, see this through,
Gaston, Gibbo, Fabio, N'sue.
Paid me dues, done the miles,
Shed the tears, worn the smiles
Shook me 'ead in despair, praise
Times I've had on BORO DAYS.
Artie Mac was a hero of mine
Singing songs most all of the time
He would never just say Hello
He'd hit you with a greeting from some Broadway show
Man he could sing everything
That voice divine... he was a friend of mine...
Saw him down town sing a cappella
Send In The Clowns in some downtown cellar
The Ayresome Angel from his distant youth
Nailing those notes with a resolute truth
A Holgate man, no fancy Dan
That voice so fine... he was a friend of mine...
One night he's on the stage with J.T.
I looked away but I knew he'd seen me
Get up Lou he shouts, let's do Out Of Time
You and me we do that real fine
Artie and me, rock harmony
Line for line ... he was a friend of mine...
Dying to Live, note after note
I hear this song, lump in my throat
Gone far too young this magical guy
Drink in my hand, tears in my eye
Thanks for them all, duos recalled
Time after time... he was a friend of mine...
Tribute to Artie McDermott who was a great guy, Boro fan and the best singer I ever shared a stage with.
And there has been quite a few.
The first day of a new football season,what does it hold in store
will it be de ja vous,or many goals will score
Boro, always seem, to put you all to hope
the carrot snatched away,but we do have to cope.
It`s always been the same senario,but there was a time
when we hit wembley, twice in one season,and were not in our prime
relegated after, we were deducted points,players we did lack
we held our heads,built our strength,the top flight we were back
Nevertheless, a true Middlesbrough fan,will take the smooth and rough
be it all the good, plain sailing, or just down right tough
but being a mediocre team,we cannot really ask more
what a feeling it is though,when we get a winning score.
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FIRST MEMORIES STEMMING BACK WHEN YOU WERE ON THE DOOR,16 YEARS OLD,MAYBE A LITTLE MORE,ON A STOOL PROPPED OUTSIDE THE ARENA,THINKIN,YERMAN AM SEEIN YA.THIS LAD PLAYING IT COOL N IN THE SAME BREATH AINT NO FOOL. AND TO THIS DAY FROM MY EYES,STRAIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE, NO HAIRS OR GRACES OR LIES.JUST A BORO LAD WHO HAS FOUND HIS SIGHTS,FAMILY LOVE FOR ALL HE FIGHTS..
RESPECT.
TONY ROBBO.
The silent implosion of an unwanted notion,
that chisels the surface of a mind still in growth.
the dormant progress of life still in motion
will mold the clad fist that grabs at your throat
the illusion of silver at the crease of a spoon
will drip over flames in remote solitude.
thrash at the door that holds you enslaved
and reach for the hand, rattling keys to this cage.
breath the corruption through cracks in the door
as the keepers pace by to torment and ignore
the boards of a surface that reek of yourself
the surface of grief, with no grounds for remorse.
deng boro we teki, sa no mek gie 'u sref.
na presiri mo shie, in a einde 'fa dey.
dragged to the edge of a pending disaster
spawns the urge for survival,
and regrettable actions
drink of the blood, that yielded your life.
and find your own refuge, in an imbrued fight
line the new stones, on the path of your stride.
and forge your devotion, scratching vile delight.
The aversion will fade, as demands will be met
martinets will cower under blankets of spit
through the guising of schemes, and hidden agendas
they feed off the weak, and blend with the pious
come the evil we loathe, and unjustified splendor
to this we will toast, thus falls the creator
splendor in waves, and layers of vengeance
to break down the walls, that harbor our nascence
to stand for the fallen, who wear their boot prints
and have taken the bullet of their malevolence.
aim for the king, and the army will flee.
to leave thrones abandoned, and the world in wanting.
Jokhoni mone pore tomar kotha
nijeke mone hoy boro eka
Fir e ki pawa jaina shey khonta
Mohurto gulu abege gatha
Pagol hoy monta
Jeno shara prithibir asha
Shudhui amar mone e aaka
Kaache jete hoy bhoy
Ekti polok dekha
Abar mone e hobe
aami boro eka
COME CLOSER TO ME
Trelos ya sena
COME CLOSER, LOVE YOU TRUE,
Ella Konda mou na sou po,
MAY I HUG YOU,
Na s’angalyaso an boro,
I DANCED WITH YOU LAST NIGHT,
Ma ze sou horepsa egthes,
FOR ME YOU SEEMED SO RIGHT,
Agapi mou apo pou erthes?
COME CLOSER FOR IT IS MY AIM,
Ella Konda, na sou po,
TO TELL MY SECRET, THIS NO GAME,
To mistiko mou ella tho,
TO STAY WITH ME I ASK,
Thellou na zesume mazi.
ENJOY OUR YOUTH AND IN IT BASK.
Me tin igia mas ke krasi
WE WILL LOVE, KISS AND SIP FROM WINE,
Sta hili sou ena fili, se agapo toso poli,
AND WHILST WE DINE,
Ke an to potiri me krasi
IF A GLASS MAY FALL, BREAK AND SPILL,
Pote hethee,
LET IT BE ON ME, IF IT WILL.
Na eme ego,ke ohi esee.
TOLD YOU THE SECRET TO MY HEART,
Goritsi mou, kseris ese to mystiko,
YOU WERE MY LOVE FROM THE START,
Apteen arhee esoona esee,
YOU KNOW I CANNOT LIVE WITHOUT YOU, SO
Yati horis esena then boro,
FOREVER YOU’RE MY GAL AND ME YOUR BEAU.
Eeme trelos ya sena mono esena agapo.
NB - An English/Greek Love Song
Eastern Europe’s shtetl life
romantically recalled
Fiddler on the Roof
beloved by all
Recreated today
in Boro Park,* modernity! *a neighborhood in Brooklyn, NYC
Come see Chassidim
live, learn and pray
Stroll its streets
Blink twice
Glimpse Europe's past
for half the price
Oompah Whoomp).....do you like the groove
Pling Plicka Pling).......it moves me when you sing
Oompah Whoomp)......Scat dew wanna OOh we do
Plinga Plinga Plung).... ya'll groovin got people dancing
Oompah whoomp)......dancing dancing (whoo1!)
plagerizzato la mia musica
perche sono meno conosciuto
Mi e piaciuto chiamare il mio
partner per cercare di
assomerlo da me
cosi potrei essere depresso e tutto solo
Cerberus
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parlando di boro ma
moglie quando vado in tour. Comportati come se la conoscessi: ti sta
succedoro qualcosa?
Amico, sei ico sei pazzo a dire che min moglie e una puttana.
He try'd saying he used the same magic marker to write on the box with the
Double Bass and tuba were in.
They spoke about how his wife liked songs with double basses in them.
They wanted a classic sound but didn't wantit to sound Goowey and Popish
they wanted a classic Blue Hue to it.
the lobster in the tank ate the goeduck after they
had an epic encounter
where the lobster won. We ate the Lobster that ate
Stew-Gin Barrious the Big Snout goeduck.
We reherst the Ring Ceromony in style
Lobster with a golden Brown crust with a
chive and lemon hollendise
with a mix of white wine
and white grape juice
oh i, feel in love with the guy!