Long Cup Poems
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“Fédération Internationale de Football Association”… that’s FIFA’s whole name
“International Federation of Association Football” is its English translation claim
“F" in FIFA Women’s Cup can stand for “Females” who play the sport-game
“Achievements” of ladies are highlighted midst acceptance issues’ flame.
Women’s Football as Women’s Game of victory, wows me along its history
Opening me to gender-reality concerns, subjugated by resilience-glory…
Meeting marginalization-struggles, moving despite global ban’s misery
Empowered energetic lady football enthusiasts exhibited mastery
Nurtured with zealous trainings to become exemplary…
Savoring triumph while influencing others by their determination-story.
World now watches the lady football warriors of women’s dignity-height
Oh, to me, an avenue to celebrate accomplishments with delight
Recognizing and respecting athletes in their own right
Learning from them as they do their best with all their might
Determined to succeed and persevere, despite pain, in the fight*.
Called to be a soccer champion in life’s football field through faith’s gesture
Upheld am I by God, my Sovereign Coach, upon His cup of service-venture…
Playing, praying, performing well with my team to win for His exalted posture.
*2 Timothy 4:7 “I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith.”
July 5, 2019
3rd place, "2019 FIFA Women's World Cup" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney; judged on 7/12/2019
Today, a workshop for the poet.
Write about a cup.
Standing empty,
Purpose unfulfilled.
Imagination startled as
I smash the cup inside my head.
A million shards of broken pottery
Lying on the floor.
Broken poems and promises
Lying on the floor.
Shards thrown out of context
As are we.
Broken souls
From out a shattered God.
Each shard, a refugee.
You and me.
Metaphors attached to all
The brokenness we own.
Cups of purpose
Seeking our fulfillment.
Joined to make a whole
Of all we hold;
Become a cup
Our truth to then unfold.
What began as empty, filled
With our life’s portion,
Sharing, sipping, spilling
All along the way.
Losing contents
We may label dear
Until the final tipping
Of a cup left upside down.
What words escape our pens
That are not truth.
Whose content change
The soul from which we bleed
Whether subject cup or love,
Or other siphoned dalliance,
At our finish will complete
A lifetime’s cupping need.
Steaming, a cup in hand
Piping hot liquid, deliciousness
Found on the heavy blend,
Sunlight reflections on the glass,
Window pane glistening,
With its gentle brilliance.
Steaming, one cupful of enjoyment,
Pleasant like the morning,
When the dew drips quietly,
Shimmering on the edges of a rose,
Blushing, shy – like the sunrise
Who beckons from the mountain crests,
Portraying the wonder of a dawn
When light penetrates
Forests and thickets with blessings.
Steaming, a cup in hand
Promising to share the moments,
Just before darkness abandons the night,
Wistful and whimsical as daybreak,
When the joy of morning begins,
And light seeps through the shadows,
Pouring hope into the carefully laid plans.
Steaming, one cupful of love,
Breathless and flowing – singing
Rhythmic as the new dawn,
Enjoyed by those who know this love –
Coffee is like the silence,
Who prepares hearts for the time,
Passing us by… the moments,
Treasures we can’t keep but still,
We won’t weep, because these treasures….
They are the fortunes found in memories –
And those memories… jewels we keep!
We all live with the choices that we make but do we realize what is truly at stake? Hearts some times yearning for what we gave up, starting afresh but no longer a pup. Come here my new friend, another cup of loneliness.
We've been kicked to the curb and hurt to our core as we turned what was love into a war, and thru it all we did endure, and still we get up and begin once more or drink from the cup of loneliness.
Most days I am up at four and hurriedly go out the door, staying much busier then ever before, just to avoid that cup of loneliness. Many nights when I'm at rest, it returns like an uninvited guest to insist, taunt and press, "you must drink from your cup of loneliness!!" Finally, finally, I agree and in those dark spaces I finally see other light beings beckoning to me, "come join us in the endless sea, together we swim to eternity, way, way beyond the cup of loneliness..
For two weeks, at all hours, I watched FIFA games
Familiarizing myself with all the players' names
But I won't be viewing the World Cup anymore
after the favored U. S. team was unable to score
Too much drama was promoted, so it would seem
over not singing the National Anthem, but I'd deem
their focus was on winning, as I think it should be
and not on patriotic agendas, "My country tis of thee."
A penguin (mascot) waddles so he can't play football
If he had tried, he'd have stumbled and taken a fall
Not once did I hear his name, Tazunis, mentioned
I don't think that slight of him was well intentioned
The U.S. team was defeated by Sweden in overtime
Their goalie, Zecira Musovic, played a game sublime
Time after time her heroic efforts prevented a score
No goals had been made, but the game was not a bore
U.S. women won the first tourney game by one goal
but wouldn't "Do it Again" and lost their favorite role
They didn't play, "Beyond Greatness," not even close
It was time they fly home and to Australia say, "Adios."
My girlfriend and I went to Vegas.
We had a blast going from casino to casino.
They started to bring us free drinks at one.
We had two, three, four, maybe five drinks.
We left the casino, stumbling a bit.
Hey! She said where is the coin cup?
We had been sharing one.
An argument ensued.
We had left it in there.
We stumbled back in.
There were hundreds of coin cups.
Ours was no longer at our slot machines.
I looked around.
Old men and women everywhere.
Feeding quarters in, looking like monkeys.
We argued about who was supposed to have kept the coin cup
Luckily we reached our hotel okay and fell asleep
In the morning we could not stop laughing about it.
Near or far wherever I choose to go
No river I come across no cool shade
In light or dark I find only grey snow
In velvet leaf enters deep a cold blade
Whether at home or outside it will come
Along with me a painful cup lonely
Despite the mob terribly noisesome
The dark and dull books still further empty
Whether rain or spring it is always there
The snow to lay its icy hands on mine
Dust in lynched lust in blue and black despair
In the vein of twilight a pain saline
Under the sun anywhere I seek rest
Feast of loneliness exults in its crest
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26/9/2016
Frederick Frog wooed Willamenia Woo Cup.
They went to dine, and slurpily sup.
Flies were on the menu, fresh from a corpse, rotting.
They were excited with each other, truly besotting.
They danced the tango, watusi, and a wild twist too.
They had a marvelous time, these cute spotted two.
They won a dance contest, and she danced on a pole.
He watched with his eyes, his libido, his joy and his soul.
They ended up married, yet they still dance up a storm.
If you are going to visit them, I feel you ought to be warned.
They have seventeen kids, and they are all dancers too
And they will make you dance along, and they’ll cover you with goo.
They will see a giant fly if you show up unannounced.
They almost got me. They are fast, and they pounced.
So they are sweet if you are frogs, so go see them, please do.
But if you are a fly, keep moving and wear a really fast shoe.
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We partake to share a simple cup of tea
The aroma was rich with the color of fall warm Hues
Earthy ridden spikes of sunny savory goodness Captured
Rising from a mist laden cup held by two hands that steeped
Around the fire kindled that popped and crackled
Warming Ah! My hands, warming my soul with
Great conversations of life and spirit we shared
While uncomfortable winds whistled outside
Hearts within stayed dry from rain
As I, and you were content to be
In harmony with each other
And the world
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
January 15, 2020
What Are Your Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
For a lasting lust, my heart’s been beating
On a seat, I daren’t sit for deep thinking
My entire body boiled for the same meaning
I shivered, sweated like I was in a stream
Closer I moved, only her eyes to seem
Opened to hold me tight close onto her chest
A hero of her sentiments I kingly became
Fever settled to wake the eel with a name
Inside the still sea, the waters had swollen
Making its shaved slopes highly slippery
To invite the addon for swimming nicely,
Smoothly dive soaked into the clean waters.
To make the soggy cup dance and spill more
Such that both hills get hosed like a rainy moon
To get gulped by hearty ecstasy of the hearts
That creates a paradise with angelic songs,
Penned for a love story to remember always;
Making me snooze in her majestic hands
Cuddling my shaggy chest to ditty my heart.
Poem by Mugisho N. Theophile