Best Referees Poems
For years the men have ruled the roost
so it’s high time ladies soccer got a boost
In July the winning team will lift the cup
it’ll be filled with bubbly for gals to sup!
Two teams will play in the final game
the winning side will see their name
as champions; this will open folks eyes
that soccer isn’t just a game for guys!
The players take part from many empires -
some teams are bad, but they are triers.
They represent their nation with such pride
in time we know the teams who've qualified
I watch the tv to see my favorite team
they score a goal, I whoop and scream
Players run like hares across the pitch
practiced set pieces go without a hitch
They score again, I leap from my chair
the other team say the goal wasn’t fair
The ref says play on, but they are fuming
tempers flare, payback’s all consuming
One player grabs hold of the other’s shirt
and pushes her over, she’s badly hurt
How could the ref miss that blatant foul
perhaps she should throw in the towel!
I jump up shouting at the female ref -
Is she blinking blind as well as deaf!!!
Perchance all referees should be male
they’d spot misdemeanors without fail!
It's fun watching the women's world cup
and interest in ladies soccer is on the up!
2019 FIFA Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Sponsor Mark Toney
6/27/19
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
While cleaning house I over heard the Trolls talking down below.
There was to be a battle in the grove, between a bear and a Troll.
They said this would be the end, to beat all ends, as only one would win.
Well, I’m a mother… so this worried me… on how this would all end.
A Troll and a Bear… fighting…I feared nothing good could come of that.
So, I had to find a way to come between them, to stop them in their tracks.
I talked to the Trolls, who said: this was a thing they… simply… had to do.
In fact, they said they’d all go, and would cheer it on, till it was finally through.
They left when I wasn’t looking, and I had to be there to stop it… so I ran.
The battle would be in the Bear groves where the bully frogs all live.
First I tripped over a root, breaking my shoe, so barefoot… I continued on.
Then I fell into the creek, coming up with mud everywhere, all around.
Brambles caught my shirt tearing my sleeve, but I certainly, wouldn’t give up.
I’ll admit, that Panic does some strange things, as I continued… to… speedup.
Watching where I was going would have been a really good thing, I agree.
But, I ran into the grove, a mad woman, with pepper spray in my grasp, you see.
Low and behold, I’d been wrong! There was a card game quietly going on.
The bears and the Trolls in their best clothes: and all sat there, giving a yawn.
It then dawned; this was a poker game of high stakes, which I had come upon.
The bully frog referees and everyone looked at me, like my mind was totally gone.
Actually, that’s probably right... Maybe, with worry… I truly had… gone mad.
Quietly I sat down, to watch the game… until the bear won it all… how sad.
Embarrassed, I tried to quietly sneak out: very quickly, you can be assured.
Low and behold, I ran straight into a tree… getting their attention, for sure.
Laughing hilariously, one of the Trolls picked me up, and carried me home.
He said, he was afraid for my health, should I be allowed to further roam.
They were right of course, but my mind will be better by tomorrow morn
You’ll see… I’ll prove it… when my next new poem is born…
Written: November 20, 2023
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Divorce is rarely a triumph, falling apart as a curse.
Indulging stable tension with your child referees.
Venture a long divorce, privacy in public courts.
Ostensible sets and claims, serve to widen the gap.
Relationship ending in bitter is such a sad event.
Children's hearts are broken forever,
Essay to gather pieces, start over, your kids in pain.
From Boston all the way to Vancouver,
the hockey season may already be over.
Right now, there is quite a bit of doubt.
The team owners have locked the players out.
For hockey fans, this isn’t very nice.
They won’t see their favorite players on ice.
It will take a lot of negotiating and luck
to get the referees to drop the puck.
The two bargaining sides are still miles apart.
Because of that, the season won’t start.
The team management and players should get it together.
On the horizon, I see lots of stormy weather.
Spring is the best time to play.
Outstanding performances don't go unnoticed.
Cards are used for warnings or send-offs.
Creativity is a key role.
Everyone participates on or off the field.
Referees are important.
Fall brings football season.
Friends, family gather,
for friendly rivalry.
Food and drink are a must!
Field goals and touchdowns scored;
fouls flagged by referees.
Faithful fans come alive!
8/28/15
Whatcha gonna do if’n Famous Jameis goes pro?
‘tain’t nottin ya can do ‘bout it, Coach Jimbo
Dontcha know, da freshman Heisman winner’s caught da eye
Even da Giants’ Eli ain’t a-rankin’ too high
Butcha ya got ta give it ta dem dadgum referees
Dey even find ways ta yeller-flag Drew Breeze
‘tain’t sayin’ Jameis is apt ta go jest yet
But if’n he gets lotsa bucks, he may jest be a Jet
Shure, New York might be colder’n a witch’s tit
But yer brass bra in January, Jameis can fit
Tajh Boyd ‘n’ Michael Vic should be grindin’ der teeth
Dey ain’t fallen outta da ugly tree yet (look beneath)
Now Aaron Rodgers is so granny-slappin’ good
Dis’n deserves ta stay; it’s jest understood
Jameis is hotter’n' a goat’s butt in a pepper patch
Jimbo, ya best find a way dem pro offers ta match!
*Written August 25, 2014 for Verlena's Ebonics contest. Jameis Winston is
the quarterback for the Florida State Seminoles and he won the Heisman as a
red-shirt Freshman. FSU's coach is Jimbo Fisher.
Morning brief
Not much to say;
Touching aftermath
~~~~~~~~~
Passing clouds
Candy floss chit-chat;
Without a word
~~~~~~~~~
Lovers in the park
Saturday evening trysts;
Cheery revival
~~~~~~~~~
Free-and-Easy
Way to go;
Redundant tour guide
~~~~~~~~~
Aloha Hawaii
Polynesian fare;
Smiles surfing free
~~~~~~~~~
Fly away now
Missionary quest;
Overseas homework
~~~~~~~~~
Complains surge
No much change;
Wishful thinking
~~~~~~~~~
Here and there
Notice the debris;
Broken spirits loiter
~~~~~~~~~
Lost souls loiter
Shackled by fate;
Seemingly hopeless
~~~~~~~~~
And when he died
So much sorrow;
Now an urban legend
~~~~~~~~~
Sweet sexy swirl
Curves curl cute;
Vital statistics flaunt
~~~~~~~~~
Children at play
Power struggles start;
Parent referees
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Leon Enriquez
18 May 2015
Singapore
When we were young, we'd freely roam
While supervision stayed at home.
We played the seasons' major sports
On vacant lots and playground courts.
No tryouts or permission slips.
No uniforms or coaching tips.
No judges, umpires, referees,
Or grownups whom we had to please.
Whoever came could join right in.
We'd choose the teams and then begin.
No clock was used to time the game.
We played until the darkness came.
We mended balls and broken bats
And yapped and scrapped like dogs and cats.
In worn-out shoes, we'd all day run
And tanned by sun with friends have fun.
Together we would strategize
And future glory fantasize.
With candy bars as fuel we'd play
And straggle home at end of day.
We taught ourselves what's right and wrong
And how to play and get along.
We sought no trophies nor acclaim,
But played because we loved the game.
The regimented kids today
Obey whatever coaches say.
They sadly do not know how free
A game among themselves can be.
HUMAN BEINGS
Human beings are like the white horse,
They are as strong as Orji tree,
They moves like,
The elephant and the moon,
They shines like the,
Sun and the stars,
But the,
Things that marvels me most,
Is our brains and our,
Discovering,
Tell the blacksmith that their,
Guns are okay,
Tell the doctors that they,
Telescopes are as active as a gun,
But,
Do not forget to tell the,
Engineers that their engines are
Still moving.
Tell the
Welders that I idolize their
Ships,
But do not forget to tell the
Scientists that their planes and
Their jets are OK.
Tell soul that he is now like
Abraham,
But tell the crusaders,
That he is now like the,
Preacher.
Tell,
The corrupt barristers to,
Reject that money,
For its better to work than to stay idol,
But tell the police that they,
Needs the hand of the blacksmith.
Tell the,
Soldiers that
They needs more booths,
But tell the poets that they,
Needs to write and go
To the prisoners.
Tell,
My president to implement the,
Citizen’s fundamental rights in his diary.
Tell,
The tailors that we needs,
More cloths,
But tell the engineers that,
We need more scissors.
Tell the horticulturists that
We needs more flowers,
But tell our mentor that,
We are In need of the sun and,
The moon.
Tell,
The agriculturist that we
Needs more foods,
But tell the engineers that we need fertilizers.
Tell,
The blacksmith that we are,
Needs more keys
But tell the goal keeper to
Catch them.
Tell,
The footballers to oppose
Red cards,
But tell the referees to,
Discourage and remove rough players,
Tell,
The pilots to operate very well
But tell a poet to stay
In the plane.
We needs more brains,
Tell the prayer warriors to pray more,
Tell the preachers,
That’s we need they preaching.
Tell,
The novelist to interview more,
Politicians,
But,
Tell the poets to edit their
Articles.
Tell the artists that,
We need their music.
THEMES
1. Brilliant, intelligent,
2. Wisdom,
3. Hardworking,
4. Repentant
5. Excellence
6. Cloth
THE ANGELS:
Oh!
My angels,
My hands are in the,
Air for you,
Pardon me for abandoning,
You for some times, age,
Like Ojukwu properties,
In Lagos state.
My angels,
I am sorry for sometimes that,
I was like Adam and Eve.
I know that being the
Church mouse that I am
Today is my fault.
My angels,
Thank you for staying
With me in time of
War and difficulties
Like Biafra’s
Thank you for being with
Me in the time I died and,
Come back life again.
My angels,
Thank you for being
With me in
They day I was judge and
And sent to hell,
But who brought me back?
My angels,
Thank you for songs
Of promise you teach me
Day by day.
Shall I intimate you of?
The next war?
Will you fight me?
Again?
THEMES
1. Assistance help
2. War
3. Message
4. Kindness.
NIGERIANS PRISONERS:
We are Nigerian prisoners,
We are not happy.
Where are our counterparts?
We are Nigerian prisoners,
Here we are,
Here we are like a cat.
We are calm and cool like, you.
Every Sundays we puts on jeans like,
Our brethren in deeper life church,
But you put on they suits,
We are not happy.
We are now like the,
Christians but you are,
Are like the crusader, we,
Are not happy, the hour,
Of our service has emerged,
But the gates are not opened,
We are not happy.
We have referees but,
You are still playing rough,
We are not happy,
What of our javelins and it’s,
Field, what will the,
Audience do,
We are not happy,
When will our gates,
Be open? We know that
We are prisoners,
But we will still more.
Obasanjo has been here,
But Abacha is yet to come,
Mandela has been here,
But Yaraduwa is not.
Chimaroke Nnamani has,
Been here,
But Ben Ariugu is yet to come,
Dr. Orjiuzo Kalu has been here,
But Surlivan Chime is yet to come,
Nnamdi Kalu has been here,
But we did not see Asari Tokumbo,
We are not happy.
THEMES
1. Equality before the law.
2. Patience
3. Partiality
4. Corruption
5. Obedience
6. Repentance
7. Baic
8. Hardship
9. Innocent
10. Responsibility
THE SCHEME:
The system is bad...!
It's really sad.
Times are obviously hard.
It's not easy to come across money.
Though it sounds really funny.
As many can't afford two square meals.
What of paying their bills?
Only being in their shoes will you know how it feels.
Teachers are serving willfully,
But treated with carnality.
Doctors working awesomely,
Still handled with insincerity.
The system is killing...!
The common people are suffering the most.
There's now corruption in every dealing,
Families can't even accept to host.
Now everyone accept how everything goes,
Though it is breeding woes.
No one knows...
What tomorrow holds.
But it seems everything shows,
That nothing will ever change.
Politicians are happily causing rage,
At every given range.
What a blacked age?
Where you see so many smiling faces.
Yet, having so many unsolved cases,
because of bad treatment from people at high places.
The story comes in diverse phases.
The system is a dead brick...!
Unemployment is at the highest peak.
And who are you to speak?
Without political referees you won't be picked.
Such a deal at stake.
The poor are in pain.
And what does the private staffs gain?
Yet,the government believe both are perfectly sane.
Whilst the national crises makes them go insane.
They say the covid-19 is the main problem,
Where as the Russia-Ukraine war has wrecked the nation's laid emblem.
The system is a disgust...!
When the nation is totally misplaced.
Who should we trust?
Since the leaders are debased.
Now both the young and old are desperate.
For they have longed been on await.
Perhaps, they might soon actuate.
And what would be the nations fate,
if that happens by a conjugate?
Well, Let's say a big "NO" to war,
And strife for the reformation of the nation's core.
At least...That's all!
I never thought I'd fall out of love with football
I've seen referees make bad decisions, but this super league is the worst ever call
No football fan wins from this, its just the greedy owners bank accounts that get a victory
All this does is throw away your clubs entire history
I fell in love with the beautiful game that can bring you happiness and leave you heartbroken
The beauty of teams trying to avoid relegation and fight for promotion
When Leicester made a dream become reality by winning the League it was a beautiful thing
Jamie Vardy worked his way up from the bottom to become a premier league king
The champions league already exists so this doesn't need to happen
this is all about greedy owners who only care about money and have no passion
This is just for the biggest clubs it's not even about the best teams
We haven't won the league in 8 years, the last few years have been more nightmares for us and less dreams
Arsenal haven't ever won the champions league so why are they even considered to be in this?
Every year they're fighting for a mid table finish
This may be one of the few times where fans of different clubs all agree and come together
Because none of us want this as it will be the end of football forever
My heart is broken about football because this proves the passion is gone
But I'm too poor to tell these rich ignorant owners that their actions are wrong
I'll always love United and hate the Glazers
I'll always enjoy the banter with Liverpool fans and our noisy neighbours
This will destroy smaller football clubs
No more passion in the beautiful game that we all love
I hope the European super league doesn't go ahead and things remain the same
Because if it does, it will be the death of football and the beautiful game
I missed out on the movie star
but I met an American hero.
Oh how humble the paratrooper of yesteryear.
When I thanked him for his service, he said,
“You were worth it.”
Blessed by an image of God
in the footsteps of man.
He’s a preacher, besides.
I missed out, but knew God had his best
set in motion…what’s all the commotion…
We meet great people every day
who’ll be noted by God
for their humble devotion.
When I entered the party
for wrestling referees,
he
was the first to greet me.
At that time
I had no idea of his greatness.
I will always treasure this.
And let me not forget
my dear husband
who I stand beside -
it’s cool that he serves with black and white
striped shirt and a whistle
in what can be a dangerous sport
when 250 pounders charge
precariously in his direction
knocking him out.
Also the knowledge
that the organisation is currently
having trouble
finding new referees to serve
(makes me so proud that my husband
is in the ranks)
they also need women to step up
as women wrestle too.
We all make up this great big world -
movie stars, veterans, me and you.
Wherever you find yourself
be great…
be humble
and serve.
3/27/2023