Long Striker Poems

Waiting waitng...... 
For the all-mighty godot 
godot godot.....I ask myself 
Where are you? 

I have searched the 
tempestuous seas 
I have toiled the arid desert 
All to no avail 
I have defiled timidity into the...

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No matter what you've done
 in the past
I was in Idolatry, greed, covetousness, love of money, 
I was Complaining, not loving God full of gluttony, 
High-mindedness, disobedience, lover of self, 
GOD LOVES ME

I put family,...

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Walk with me to the gym and do the African spin; walk with me to the gym and I will show you where it all begins. The love for money, the love for culture has...

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>I was thinking of writing a letter to the Felixstowe radio, well the people who run it, not the radio itself.  That would be daft, wouldn’t it?  Writing to a radio.  But...

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MY SIN IS GREAT BUT GOD'S GRACE IS GREATER

My sin is great but
God's grace is greater
Your sin is great but
God's grace is greater
I may have been a idolater, greedy,  in covetousness, gluttony
Complaining, not loving...

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I write in remembrance of the late Dennis Liwewe (Zambia's No.1 and Celebrated Football Commentator). Here is a short football commentary:
"Ah, this is Dennis Liwewe. We are here in Mauritius, where the two sides, Zambia...

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I can't write down my fantasy football team
Or perhaps I could
Somehow dividing my traits into useful players
My over confident exuberance - striker
Neurotic overthinker - goalie 
Quick thinking analytic condemnor - attack/defence
Overcompensating fixer - whatever periphery...

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They say time heals all wounds, but that’s not true. 

As humans we can have a knack for striking a nerve in one another. When you strike someone’s nerve, that nerve could be extremely sensitive...

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There’s an aborted child at the gate in heaven;
WHO AM I
He’s just been murdered because the woman and government has the RIGHT
Now…
Just
WHO AM I
Knowingly, justifiably
Fulling unrighteous choices
And where are all those aborted voices
Here standing under...

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Blue memoirs fall from her sky eyes
 As blue memoire fall from her eyes
 right down where I slept, I picked it up.
My memories, they tingle me,
 like flashes of a cinema screenplay, I see;
...

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On some English grass
On a piece of land forever England
Warriors of the realm
Take holy orders, on their Fathers grave
To defend the honour of their local pub
For this is the noble art of Sunday league Football

The...

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You won't und'stand if you d'nt experience it,
My fatherland is where I cut my poetry teeth.
'Tis also the place where I had a splendid childhood,
Naija- where we cruise our tyres around the hood;
I remember days...

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Argentina's son, a lineage to immigrants
shaped by boyhood aspirations 
diminutive left foot striker
taunted "dwarf" in childhood 
his growth hormone deficiency 
              ...

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I try not to think about it, my friend.
It's so horrible, and yet, 
I'm on beer ten, and I won't see you again - 
So, I'll tell you a secret.

No, it's not what happened in...

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Planetary conjunction, behold catastrophe, o’ trembling earthquake
Afore thy outbreak, for terror has struck – omens of bad luck
Of rats aboard large ships of trade
Black Death, Black Sea, what becometh thee?
Rain of fire be seen, plague-ridden...

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"Whoever in writing a modern history, shall follow truth too near the heels, it may haply strike out his teeth" Walter Raleigh's preface to his 1614 'History of the World'



We had all been told via...

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Target for use by the Cruelly Ill-Used
Morally targetting  his torturers,
Nobly tending a body and mind bruised
By the meanest sadistic adventurers.

All the time, a choice handgum of prisoners of conscience,
Nearly in the mold of a...

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You are a fantastic sufferer, 
A passionate star striker-heightening my tears to happiness
How I wish for merely a moment, that I could forget all my fears
And allow myself to imagine your warm arms around me...

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sitting down in the basement
with a can of gas,
a box of matches & a
dream---
where you are going
no one is asking
what will come of it
no one will know &
how exciting your life may soon get,
only you...

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The mind of a poet, is akin to the inner workings of a big clock,
The thought processes like the gears and wheels that never truly stop.

The clock must be wound, and so must the writers...

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Her fireflies eyes ,
Melted my heart of stone and turned it into dust ,
Dust  carried by the wing of the wind
from desert sand of the Sahara makes 
my heart buried deep into Mole’s habitat...

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Striker came into dressing room
hot and ready for a good game
but drama erupted in dressing room
spotted on him was actions of a knife
a knife that did the right thing 
but the wrong way it was

Different...

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This night fate had been decided in the moonlight
As the bread winner had answered to the doomed call-
The compulsory striker had kicked to his goal post.
This sure-bet would never miss the net.


Ere his 'lift-off', our...

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Passionate watcher of Female Football:
A voice shrill pitched high in the viewing hall;
Others should here and now spot its credits!
He's been spending rich words on its merits.
"Good female striker can beat the Bad Male
And just...

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Fate placed me here in Africa
Application I did not write
Now I love Africa, I serve Africa

I do not wish
to be British, American, Russian
I do not tell others to be African
Let Whites be Whites, Colored be...

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