Best Penalties Poems
Written: August 09, 20230
Fifa Women's World Cup 2023 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney
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In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
A stage was set, shining under the beaming light.
The Women World Cup, with glory at stake,
Sweden against the U.S., hearts ready to quake.
Regulation played out, With a nil-nil score,
Both teams gave their all. Their spirits never wore.
The tension in the air—as the clock ticked away.
The crowd held their breaths, in anticipation that day.
Extra time was granted to break the deadlock.
True, a win was staked—each side stood headlock.
The strain grows as there are no goals to be found.
As the clock started to tick away the time abound.
The shootout with penalties—to pick the winner.
In the greatest nerve-racking way feasible spinner
The U.S. stepped up, with confidence and might,
But fate had a different design, on this fateful night.
Three missed kicks—In the realm of soccer fights,
Sealed the U.S.'s fate, In a moment so tight.
Kudos to Musovic—and the Blue and Yellow,
For their resilience and skill, in a match so mellow.
In the realm of soccer, Where dreams bear flight,
This game will forever be a testament to their might.
The Women World Cup—a stage of pure thrill,
Where nations unite, with a passion that is real.
Though the U.S. may have faltered, In this battle so grand,
Their journey won't cease here—their legacy will still stand.
In the realm of soccer, It's not just around the score,
But the heart and grit, retain us coming back for more.
So let us celebrate the triumphs and the falls,
The beauty of the game captures us all.
In the realm of soccer, where dreams bear flight,
We witness moments of glory—battles fought with might.
Congratulations to Sweden—their win was sweet
All dreams in the field of soccer start at the feet.
A stage was built up, gleaming in the spotlight.
The Women's World Cup—the stakes are right.
Midwife eyes see so many lives
Slip through fingers despite try’s
To give good care and medication
Health care isn’t shared by the nation
Some who have means will live long
While the poor it seems are done wrong
Then there’s the class that full of bloomers
Doesn’t add up math for the baby boomer
Generation that built and retired at home
See penalties just because they own
And worked to make American dream strong
Don’t tax them at all leave them alone
But big business like hospitals
Will take their homes is so dismal
We must find a better way
To help our elderly with bills to pay
If health care isn’t a right
Like taxes take let’s give them rights
When you get past a certain age
No one should take your house away
We pay the athletes but we can’t feed
The poor or pay the teachers to teach
We build new townhomes on raggedy streets
If the city is strong we must meet all needs
Each time a new arena is built
I wonder if money was like a quilt
Would it warm and stitched with care
Or only if born in it will you share
My muse tonight is a midwife
She’s blue and sighs within her strife
She knows that she will never give up
Trying to solve the societal puzzle for us
Why Poets Are An Illumination In This Dark World
Gifting poetic words, let the flow be of friendly act
and not darker falsehoods that so many fear to retract,
if honor and truth's justice abides to steel your bold charge
know that such aid is rewarded, with blessings small and large!
Wherein earthen rulers crack cruel whips and thus command
ill-gained fruits from miserable poor that hard work the land,
poets live to pontificate and Light's truth thus extol
dire penalties for evil, burning fires of Sheol!
Why write if not to deliver Love's magnificent heart
sacrifice gems of soul seeking grace and thereby impart,
life's lessons, to benefit this darken world's fallen blind
walk lit path, see goodness manifold, returned in kind.
Allow poets this noble quest to create gifts that may heal
Follow sage wisdom, send heart's purest joy to seal the deal.
Robert J. Lindley, 7-11-2018
Sonnet, (Inspired by Ngoc Nguyen's fantastic sonnet , titled- (Sonnet-"Poetic Justice")- As dedicated as a tribute to the fine poet that inspired this new creation..
Syllables Per Line: 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 14 0 14 14
Total # Syllables: 196
Total # Words: 136
Mighty Ducks win the game
Pass the ball perfect the play
There's so much riding on your fame
Men clad in armor win the day
The crowds are grumbling they've all gone wild
The stripes bad call has hardened your trial
Yard by yard your penalties mass
But you'll take the lead with a touchdown pass
86 yards with a kick return
Your rival now should show concern
We love your power your drive your speed
The beer the bets the company
Football Game day
Phones be texting
Tailgate fun scores projecting
Simple fun that's life affecting
It's more than manly testosterone
That compels us to the game
It's teamwork pride the thrill of the fight
How the underdog pushed and overcame
Sports and competition have always been a way of life
Revealing the mighty but also the contrite
Teaching lessons of brotherhood
More victory together than alone we ever could
So when we gather scream and shout
Seemingly insane over a meaningless thing
Remember this on Game Day proud
When from the rest of life we simply check out
Is it really so bad to drink too much
With Oregon's O displayed
Colored faces worshiping the Duck
When they fumble we yell O F_ _ _
Be it victory or cruel defeat
There's more to this than meets the eye
It's about families, lovers and the best of friends
Gathering to play to laugh and to cry
Game Day for the Oregon Duck
Of our team we're so damn proud
As a fan have you made the cut
Or resigned to just miss out
where *Sharia reigns
women are precious jewels
hide them from the world
let no other man behold
the diamond that you possess
guard that precious gem
her ovaries will get hurt
if she drives a car
yet Sharia will permit
your woman to be chauffeured
letting jewels drive
could lead to prostitution
yet young gems are mined
and driven to Syria
Al-Queda’s ruby pleasures
dancing in the rain
two Pakistani sisters
shame their family
honor killings rained bullets
on pearls that smile on YouTube
where education
is horribly unbalanced
Jihad goes crazy
a gem shot by fanatics
receives the Nobel Peace Prize
For Richard Lamoureux's Let's Talk About It Poetry Contest
*Sharia (Islam) the body of canonical law based on the Koran that lays down certain duties and penalties for Muslims
a five- tanka series done in traditional syllable count. (Well, I hope at least a few of them are decent tanka!)
Inspired by and Written 7/17/2015 for the Patriarchy Contest of Thomas Martin
To see the short dance of the Pakistani girls killed to save family "honor", please click on my link at the top.
sporting a colorful chemise
a camera and a valise
temptations so easily tease
roaming as free as honeybees
tourists hear beckonings as pleas
and capture beauty with much ease
tiny things no bigger than peas
or vast expanse of deep blue seas
weeping willows in the breeze
ornate houses of bourgeoisies
candles lit to divinities
friendly playful bitty chickadees
lovable girl about to sneeze
a soldier's return from overseas
referees calling penalties
lovers creating memories
strange amazing intricacies
silly whimsical fantasies
many types of absurdities
two elephants on a trapeze
seven vine swinging chimpanzees
bears savoring delicacies
oddities among novelties
unavoidable catastrophes
moments of awe you want to freeze
as many of these as you please
photos are lovely memories
many worthy of galleries
each artist a fan of what he sees
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE MIND'S CANVAS~ 2023
Published in PoetrySoup's 2020 Member's Anthology ~ PS: IT'S POETRY ~ 2020
AP: Honorable Mention 2022, Honorable Mention 2021
February 27, 2018 for FAVORITE RHYMING POEM EVER CONTEST sponsored by LAURA LOO - RANKED 2ND
January 1, 2018 for BEST RHYMING POEM OCT-DEC CONTEST sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 3RD
November 30, 2017 for MERAKI CONTEST sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 1ST
I'm in the locker room,
our team is ready to zoom
Equipment is on,
for there is a game to be won
The music is playing,
nervous, my body is shaking
The game, just moments away,
it's the highlight of my day
Butterflies in my belly,
I hope our team is ready
Coaches go over our strategies,
of course, we don't want any penalties
Last second thoughts race through my head,
I'll make it a game that I won't dread
Coach says it's time to play,
I want a win for my red and gray
Now is my time, I got to go,
see you after the game, when I'm covered in snow
The age-old dream is a nightmare,
that has haunted us far too long,
still it lures in so many souls
with the sweetness of its song.
But beyond the simple melody
a darkness quickly appears,
those who preach of utopia
are the ones we should most fear.
It all starts out pleasant enough,
they want to build the perfect world,
with peace, love, and prosperity,
for every single boy and girl.
But on what defines perfection,
the can never truly agree,
tell them it’s abstract idea,
and they scream out ‘heresy!’
Not that this will stop the push,
they’re convinced that they’re right,
and any who would oppose them,
are an evil and a blight.
First it’s campaigns to convince
that they hold the greatest truth,
then to the schools for targeting
the dumb, impressionable youth.
They think that this will do the job,
but too many reject and dismiss,
then comes all the social pressure,
go along or you’re not ‘with it.’
And when even that doesn’t prevail,
they always turn to government,
use law to force you to agree,
or face a long imprisonment.
This becomes the tipping point,
since government is always force,
yet convinced they’ll bring perfection,
they’ll do what was once abhorred.
Some penalties put you in camps,
doomed to a miserable fate,
no longer do you just ‘disagree,’
you’re now enemy of the state.
It does not take much to see this,
such an endless, brutal trend,
Hitler’s ‘perfect’ Aryan Reich
sent ten million to their end.
And all those workers ‘paradises,’
their purges and class enemies,
Sent a hundred million folk to death,
to build their ‘ideal’ societies.
Even down on the smaller scale,
the same result you will find,
Jamestown, Heaven’s Gate, and Waco;
where people were burned alive.
How many would still be with us,
how many fewer would be dead,
if we could take utopia
and drive it clear out of our heads?
In fact the very word itself,
if you look back on history,
literally translates as ‘no place,’
in the original Greek.
As in no place can ever exist
where mankind lives perfect,
Better is the best we can do
without leaving people wrecked.
Best we keep shouting this truth out
before we all tumble and fall,
We must fear, fear utopia,
or else it will kill us all.
Amrican Women Soccer Players
Women will always play their best game
Which is great and much more of the same
Perfect playing and outstanding expertise
Excellent effort when giving all their grease.
Ball movement and passing were right on
And hopefully into next game has gone
Causing them to create one more goal
Well I'll sure be darn and bless my soul.
Penalties they have held to only a few
Accidental of course we always knew
Splendid players all of them were being
Surrounded by such expert referring.
So Sunday wonderful game will be here
Where women players again shall appear
Along with rowdy crowd who are yelling loud
Because of American's they are all proud.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
After so many countries, now in Syria,
Increasing is the western bacteria,
The bacteria of hypocrisy and lies,
Which is in a dangerous disguise,
Under the banner of help and peace,
They seems like a white fleece,
They do things very secretly,
Pursuing interests very actively,
What they want is just conflicts?
In the entire world's districts,
They like when people kill each other,
Its how indirectly they do smother,
Try to understand that what is a war?
Because it opens up the profits door,
For the imperialists and dictators,
And of course their very own creators,
When imperialists start a war,
They make sure that its paid for,
So they pose to help by selling arms,
As if they are selling them charms,
In return of arms they make money,
So much that its not even funny,
On the other hand people also die,
In the region where they don't comply,
They want the entire world to obey,
Their orders and want them to say okay!
As long as one stays this way,
A nice attitude they will display,
But for instance if one says "NO" to them,
At first they get angry and hem,
And then come bans and sanctions,
Penalties all kinds of aggressions,
And still if they are not successful,
They wage a war to make stressful,
So that's what they did in Syria,
It was their anger and hysteria,
Because they couldn't do anything,
And through a war they wanted to sting,
But they forgot that who they are facing,
And what kind of a enemy they are racing?
They already are, their army, replacing,
And because of defeats they are reducing,
The Takfiri terrorists they brought in,
Are ruthless and not even human,
They are ripping chests of people,
And eating their hearts like animal,
So west and its cruel tactics,
Has nothing to do with the ethics,
So once and for all everyone,
Let's finish savagery which has begun.
All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
Someone asked me once what exactly is it that separates us from the socially elite or the ruling class,
and the answer she said would require real thought and that until I answered I could not pass.
It also could not pertain to a wise saying people use in passing or a notion or a clever line to sum it all up or cynically encompass it all,
but that the answer had to be definitive, direct and pertain to the actual tool used for this segregation or mildly put separation and that seeing the answer and knowing where very different but finally with the answer I must still stand tall.
Would it be crazy that the answer or name could be considered a real State or more over applicably characterized as the the 51st State but the main one of the many exceptions that comprise this State and many more like exemptions in that State is that it has no boundaries and no border,
And in politics demands for a strict criminal justice system by this socially elite especially in relation to violent and property crime as they described and through stricter criminal penalties against the have not's and then the have not's treated as depraved is this real definition of law and order.
So after very deep unbiased and original thought and after seeing all that's going on from Dallas and even many other country's and even far away in Nice
I believed that now I know the answer and I said to her "Police".
She let me pass....
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Christmas was fabulous, so full of festive cheer
Santa brought presents; his sleigh pulled by six reindeer
Hubby loved the glass tankard he got for his beer
I got a pretty jumper it’s made of cashmere,
and a book of poetry by William Shakespeare
Soon champagne corks popped to welcome in the New Year
Cousin Billy swung from the crystal chandelier -
you should have heard him howl when he fell on his rear!
January blues are filling people with fear
Huge credit card bills are beginning to appear
If the sum isn’t paid the penalties are severe
It may take till next Christmas for the debt to clear!
12 X 12 Monorhyme Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Checked with how many syllables
Blue Monday is the third Monday in January and is said to be the most depressing day of the year. The weather is often dull, the festivities are over, and the bills from Christmas start to come in and New Year's resolutions have often failed!
01~16~17
I am a 2 gig desktop computer in the 21st century,
A phone model that’s just been phased out,
How can I convince the youngsters that I also had my days?
I am a Tata Nano right in the midst of a formula one race
Dwarfed and outshined
I am that athlete who finishes fourth in a photo finish
Yes just outside the podium positions
A toilet tissue,
Doing the worst job there is out there
I can’t win can i?
I am that politician sitting in opposition for fifty years
I may never attain pole position
Feel for that frail and ageing prince,
For his mother, The Queen keeps going strong
He may never reach promisedland
I am that sad student,
Repeating a paper because of that elusive single mark
You know I’m that hurdler
The one who led a final only to stumble at the last obstacle
I tried basketball
But every shot I tookwas an air ball
I am that mother who can’t identify the father of my child
I am that teenage boy who’s just lost a fight to a little girl
I’m that fellow who forgets an umbrella on a rainy day
Think of that performer acting in an empty arena
The comedian whose jokes are dry
I’m a broken guitar
I’m a cracked mirror
I’m three legged chair
I’m but a leaking roof
Life is not at all fair
Everything seems aloof
I was small league star
But I barely leave a mark in top flight
I was a big fish in a small pond
I’ve become small fish in a big sea
Out of my depth but I will not stop trying
Yes I missed many penalties in my life
Hit the post when my team was down
Had my fair share of own goals
I cut myself when I shave
But that doesn’t stop me
I will hit the reset button
Reboot the system if necessary
I have a master plan
A wonder drug and it will work
Or will it?
We haven't won since sixty six,
oh the agony, hope and doubt
as the World Cup comes around again
and on penalties we go out.
The game we gave the world to play
belongs now to Italy, Spain and Brazil.
we visualise how we conquer them
but know we never will.
The skills we see out on the pitch
the sharp play, the balls to feet,
are not taught in academies
but in the park or on the street.
At night dreaming of football
the ball goes straight between the sticks,
each boy is England's captain
and it's nineteen sixty six
STICKS AND STONES
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
Every epoch has its own bone chilling word
Causing great trepidation when ever its heard
If you wanted to destroy a group or anyone
This choice word would get the damage done
A thousand years ago it was heretic or heresy
Accuse if you had a grudge or coveted property
The catholic church was aware of dogma revision
So in circa 1232 the pope authorized the “ inquisition “
It started out as a process to unify the church
But morphed into a system to extort and besmirch
Corrupt authorities held trials on their own
Their final verdict guilty, was predictably known
The papal trials were mostly honest and fair
If found guilty the accused could pledge his repair
To follow the teachings and dogma each day
Do penitence, pay a fine and swear never to stray
Locals were more drastic with penalties applied
Burned at the stake even if the person had died
Males were accused of fornication with succubus
Females willingly sleeping along side the incubus
No one was safe from the envious of being accused
Tortures with painful devices were commonly used
Confessions obtained with torture an outright farce
Easy to admit anything with a hot poker in your ****
Forward to the present, does the devil even exist ??
We’re too sophisticated to believe in satanic trysts
But we want our own word to accuse and destroy
Being politically correct is the perfect ploy
One word can make anyone cease and desist
Just point your finger and yell “ racist”