Long Football field Poems
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Poetry should be easy to read
you don’t have to make it all frilly
No need to be filled with fancy words
whether you’re serious or silly
You can talk about a snowy day
the hard pouring rain or bright sunshine
Just put your feelings down on paper
hell, it doesn't even have to rhyme
You can talk about your dog or wife
perhaps your cat or even your horse
Talk about your neighbor (maybe not)
the football field or the new golf course
Don't be afraid to let people read
though there’s some folks that might laugh at it
But hey, at least you wrote a poem
while most of them guys didn't do ****
So get out a pen and some paper
or typewriter if that's what you got
Cause the key to doing something right
is to practice...and practice a lot
Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood
his growth hormone deficiency
overcome through meds and workouts
a counter to foes physically imposing
Messi's daily slog of skills
agility and balance
slow grind of mastery to mesh the skills to speed
on the football field, Messi dribbles through opponents
pivots round defenders, takes an opposite direction
accelerates
de-accelerates
takes stock of field positions
awareness like a lordly hawk that calculates its prey
a kick triggered whittles through the air
the ball's stinging centre,
flight controlled
at a goal keeper spiralling to the ground
this FIFA World Cup champion
devout in faith
celebrates goals by a gaze upward
a pointed hand to the heavens
another field of his embracing
790 - Messi's career goals for Barcelona clubs and
Argentinean glory
football awards that roll on like credits on a movie screen
on field moves that burrow into memory
through the entanglement of limbs
Messi's footwork, like a dancer's gift
his sprints to fill the field with unheeding power
midst the bulging roar of fans
a homage to glorify the footballer
before he fades
to legend
Poem written January 4, 2023
To my beautiful Daughter and Handsome Son,
Theres a emptiness in my heart and trust me its not Fun.l
I look back over our pictures, and trace the happy days I felt we found.
And now its just a constant silence, no fun, no laughter, no sound.
I thought the love we built together, was safe I believed it to be true,
Like a braided steel cord, connecting me to you.
?My Son.... I remember the day you learned to ride with no training wheels,
And later on watching you being called a "Beast" on the football field.
And my Daughter, with your beautiful heart warming smile?
Made every Karaoke song we sang worthwhile.
Being with You? Made me the proudest Man in the world.
You have always been the truest example of a Daddy's Little Girl!
But now, my babies childhood laughter has faded;
I remember every other Friday feeling so elated.
Now I wait for calls that never come, textes I never see
Seems life has managed to do what I thought was impossible... Keep you away from Me.
I miss your voices, both of you, just an endless ache within my heart.
Its hard knowing that in your lives today? I have no part.
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I whisper quietly in silence a question I cannot place:
Did I do something wrong back then, to leave this empty space?
I search thru all the memories we made, for words I shouldn't have said,
Did I do something to offend them?
Or did they choose to believe in others instead.
I wish you'd tell me the real reason that caused you to drift away.
All this time I thought I made it clear you could tell me anything on any day.
Holidays and special occasions always sucked unless my children were included.
And now Im not even privy to great things you experience, you make sure I'm excluded
?My beautiful babies I raised are now grown, with lives I cannot see.
But know, wherever you may be? You'll always mean the world to me.
I just wish from time to time you'd check on your old man
Just a quick "hello," I gotta go!
I'll see ya when I can.
Even now when people ask me, how you doing? Hows your kids?
I used to be able to tell them. Now? I just tell them...
"I dont know", their on the go, minding their own Bizz.
One day I hope you tell me what's really going on?
But until then? I'll have no peace. Never imagining this would end up so wrong.
"I Know, but this is Daddy's sad sad song!
I am a monkey dark and clean
I am a monkey and I love soybean
I am a monkey and I love to eat greens
I am a monkey and I am on a global spree
I am a monkey and I am swinging from tree to tree
I am a monkey and I love to be free
I am a monkey and I am full of glee
They say that I am very agile
But the truth is sometimes my race is very fragile
One talk of monkey with me will rise up a dust storm
One monkey talk will send them scrambling in the dark
I am a monkey and I am big and strong
I am monkey and I am the queen of the land
I originate from the jungle I have traveled
miles upon miles with numerous bundles
My sisters and brothers are baboons and chimpanzees
And we all originate from the primates family
The lion is my first cousin and the tiger is my second cousin
I love discussion and concession but I hate confession
I am a monkey and I am beautiful and sweet,
I can survive for long hours in the sweltering heat
I am a monkey and I love to eat, I often walk on two feet
But when I am angry I walk on four feet
I am very sensitive but I am not easily offended
I love to enjoy a good joke about my long tail and my beautiful mouth
They joke about my beautiful eyes but that doesn't make me cry
They even mock me on the football field
That will not shatter my dreams
I am a monkey and I am bursting with energy
I am a monkey and I like to watch a good show
I love to sing and dance
But I don’t like when you step on my big toe
I originate from the monkey kingdom and I have much wisdom
In the future I will rule the world
So you better get used to my monkey face
Get down on your knees and thank God for amazing grace
The monkey will be with every day and we will meet in the hallway
I am a monkey and I can jump from the street to the top of the mountain
I am a monkey so meet me at the fountain I love to mingle with everybody
But I am going around in a monkey body
I am a monkey and I like to do things the monkey way.
In the football field of life, vastly wide
We play various roles, of which we take pride
By standards and rules we abide
While toward victorious goal-scoring, we stride!
For rejuvenation time-out moments
We delight in cheerers’ encouragements
Along various sponsors’ refreshments
Thanking the Lord for His grace endowments!
With my faith-driven championship fervor
I trust God, my Coach, for wisdom’s favor
Praying to Him for my service-endeavor
Reaching-out triumphs* I sweetly savor!
*Psalm 25:2 O my God, I trust in thee: let me not be ashamed, let not mine enemies triumph over me.
June 23, 2018
There was a dear November long ago
Tucked on the top shelf with my good stuff
Along with the other fond sentiments
Good books and pictures go hand in hand
But that first Fall in college was a keepsake
Now and then, I open that box
I see graying skies over a football field
And our losing season in the mud
And a student juggling school, practice, and work
I can say I bobbled that ball infamously bad
Which mirrored the Portland weather
I fished for nirvana, and the line snapped
But I enjoyed that maiden voyage nonetheless
The bonding with fellow students
The first parties, dances, and romances
That first Thanksgiving with my roomies family
Yet for some reason, I remember less of school work
And more of a pumpkin patch
... and a rustic leaf falling to the ground
11/07/22
November Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Regina Mcintosh
N/A
All of him professes, she’s the best,
four years later, his neighbour’s older wife, he sees better.
Tongue, once a warm compress to her needy soul
has been weaponized to be a devastating rocket launcher.
She has already brought two lives on his account
he still holds onto the entitlement of a teenage anatomy.
‘You have spread like a football field’ he mocks,
‘then protect me like its stadium’ she pleads.
A tree is climbed and he’s disgusted by her rare,
the ground is dug and her height warrants curses.
Bollywood dances, british poetry, french recipes, arabian perfumes,
all evolving attempts, only increasing his repugnance.
Blow more oxygen to increase the flame, mama says,
but what results is frostbite from aerosols of ice.
The woman is the entrepreneur of love, experts say,
after all the hard labour, the only thing counted are losses.
A bridge with one end is this home standing on a leg,
Sockets of happiness are replaced by that of endurance.
Power takes over the oath in this military camp
where there’s coexistence between General and Sergeant.
A clean room but with an onion decay
may attract guests but quickly chase them away.
A reachable heart that is stony isn’t available,
one cannot tangle, neither can only self mingle.
Now is the time to wrap her worth with high tension cables
and make ultimatum the regulatory officer to this union.
An incredible adjustment shows there’s still some love in him,
The only thing that makes a man stay is if he wants to stay.
The Crystal Cathedral
A mile underground it rested
A cavern as large as a football field as high as a house
Hot as hell and as wet as the largest ocean it existed
Thriving in a world that would kill life
It grew and changed slower than a human can watch
Minute crystals grown into pillars hundreds of feet long
New crystals grew from the bodies of those who fell from their perch
Unknown and unseen for a half a billion years it waited
Opened by accident by ignorant men who changed you
It was not their fault
It was meant to happen
Today’s world would not allow this cathedral to stay alone
Samples were taken and sold to tourists
Artificial light replaced the darkness of its home
Air conditioning lowered the heat and moisture of the air
Your world was destroyed
More and more crystals fall and cover the cavern floor
Eventually the church of crystal will again seal away from the world
It will again grow and thrive at least for another half million years
Or until another ignorant man has an accident
And it will die another slow death at the hand of man
“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
Excitement is brewing for the play-off game,
who to claim a podium close-up fame,
winner of 2018 21st FIFA World Cup's name.
Scheduling and planning their dream
to cheer on their favorite team.
Fans at the game watching united,
dressed in their lucky sports team attire, delighted,
cold, getting rained on, and excited.
Television armchair football enthusiast
muttering, "C-o-o-l call. Revenge at last."
He follows every move, wishing he was there,
but at home watching on his big screen, a bear.
Everyone in the stadium is bouncing off the walls,
inspiring cheers and rants, raves and calls.
While the Armchair enthusiast with his own calls,
within his walls his soul appalls.
The hero standing in the middle of a melee, with a thin
breeze around the football field, using a Cruyff Turn spin,
then brilliantly threading the ball home winning
the World Cup for his country. It’s only the beginning.
6/25/2018
The championship has been awarded every four years since the inaugural tournament in 1930 for except in 1942 and 1946 when it was not held because of the Second World War, a global war that lasted from 1939 to 1945.
Poetry Contest: 2018 World Cup
Sponsored By: Mark Toney