Long Goalpost Poems

Now in my decline from a time back then
  I remember the days in a life when I was ten,
when we lived in a shadow much greater
  at the foot of the mount...

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A culture steeped in retribution
becomes blind to freedom's contributions
accessed best through healing restorations,
trust,
virtual stuff
for democracies most resilient.

A society resisting love's innovative brilliance
comic and jazzy improvising resonance
healing ecosystemic egos dissonant
from aquatic wombs of patient advent,

Adventuring winter's...

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Peel back the onion tear squeals
coming from a televised live politico lynch rally
See the sound byte rubber duckie
teflon touting 
his favorite effigy combustible hits

Penguin strutting presidential seal
got a billy goat attitude, kicking rude gutter alley
A...

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Flying high, carried by the winds of hope
happiness knows no bounds to bind my wings.
And I feel ready to do more than cope,
no longer youth's puppet, I cut the strings
that time had allowed to morph...

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Me heads been hit many a time in me life,
I've had staples and stitches what am I like?

I've been hit hard by fists, feet and balls,
as a goalie dived into posts and floors.

In a minute...

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A short stout figure in the forward line of attack,
controlled with skill the darting ball on the green turf. 
With the magnetic pair of magical legs like a wizard, 
spearheaded the attacking formation across the...

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In the youthful years enamored to the essence
for the unsupressible passion for playing football,
I spent the quality time in the playground
every awaited evening till the sundown.

Having set my aspiring goal to become
a professional football player...

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A short stout figure in the forward line of attack,
dribbled with the darting ball on the green turf.
With the magnetic pair of fleeting legs like a wizard, 
spearheaded the formidable formation of the team.

The opponent...

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We may suffer tribulation and trouble
but does that mean the Lord leaves us alone?
We may be destitute, hungry and naked,
but does the Lord turn his back on his own?

We are on a mission, a journey...

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I saw her in a train that carries true love 
Her smile made my heart to tune in to her channel of her true self 
So I can see the screen play of how she...

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Why I need a man when I am too much in a lady-like skin ?
 
There are hundreds of reasons, there must be. 
The first reason is perhaps loneliness.  
Over-pouring. Overflowing. 
Fictitious characters of...

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I travelled with headlights on
At the end of the day I sensed
Turning into a game changer
With seamless life experiencing
A paradigm shift of intent, I learnt
To score even the goalpost changed.

Sailing on waves of success
I found...

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The race

Yes, yes I see it coming around the corner
we see the goalpost and the run becomes
a slow walk, those in electric wheelchairs
pretend the battery is flat this is a race
no one wants to win,...

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