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Premium Member 2023 Fifa Womens World Cup - Jamaica Vs Brazil

Plucky Jamaica shocks the Copa America winners, Brazil, in a scoreless draw that propels the Reggae Girlz to the knockout stage for the first time in only their second Women’s World Cup, and with only one goal in Group stage.  Contrast that with Brazil’s first group-stage exit since the 1995 World Cup.  Not the best way for Brazil’s mighty Marta Vieira da Silva to end her sixth and final Women’s World Cup.

beautiful chaos
‘how the mighty have fallen’—
Reggae Girlz advance




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Poetry notes:

"Oh How the Mighty Have Fallen" is a phrase that originates from 2 Samuel 1:19, an expression of David's lament over the death of Saul and Jonathan.  It is also used today as a phrase to imply the decline of a once-great person or entity.
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Haibun


James Fox

James has been rowing since he was aged eleven, 
At Peterborough rowing club and at junior events,
But whilst at London Uni a crash sadly broke his back, 
So that now he takes part in disability sports contests. 

He’s a Legs, Trunk and Arms, LTA mixed cox four, 
Racing with Grace Clough and also with Oliver Hester, 
Pamela Relph, also Naomi Riches or Oliver James, 
Who co-ordinates with cox efforts as he’s no jester. 

In the 2014 Worlds in Amsterdam, the Nethherlands, 
James with the team won the gold, patted the water, 
And in 2015 at the Worlds in Alguebelette in France, 
James won with the mixed team another gold garter. 

And in the World Cup in Italy in the city of Varese, 
In 2015 they collected yet another gold, tight rowing, 
And in Rio they rejoiced for a very long few days, 
After they took top spot again, owing to their training.
Form: Rhyme

A New Year is here

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What the New Year foretells? America still plays a key role in what might happen in the world. And America is Trump as of today. Rather than making America great again (MAGA) he seems to steer it back. Yet, there seems no option but to suffer his idiosyncrasies, unless he pushes himself down under the quicksilver of his own making. What the New Year, Trump, America and would look like? Read on… some Clerihews.         
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What do stars tell of the New Year?
Fights, frustrations, and added fear.
Not equal to his tasks
Trump would cause some new gasps.

What of him and MAGA?
Not much beyond his big-mouth gaga,
Forget America’s greatness,
Better, the world worries of the left-over mess.

For a true-blue German Shepherd hound,
(And a migrant), nothing seems out of bound.
So, swat stomach butterflies,
And swallow his patent lies,

To nightmare may turn MAGA dream,
Beware, no system seems safe from him,
He and his deeds of overwhelming daunt
For long decades will all world haunt.

So, what’s one more year? 
Grin and bear, you can’t go reverse gear.
Leopards are not known their spots to change,
Nor will he his ways so strange.

To tie him up there’s one string
The world calls it XI Jinping
With whom never works Trump’s clout,
Big mouths are no good for real bout.

Hope is he loses pop votes and base,
And he being he, will not change his ways.
From Quixotic ways he’ll not veer 
In FIFA World Cup year, O where’s my cheer?  

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Happenings | 26.12.2025 | America, humour, New Year, political, limerick
Form: Clerihew

Derek Rae

Derek runs 26 mile marathons,
With his nerve-damaged right arm
Anchored in a sling: solid sounds, 
‘Cos a truck did cause him harm.
 
The accident changed his life, 
But he can’t remember it, recall, 
It ended his life as a joiner, Fife, 
And now he sells used cars, all. 

Recently he has much improved, 
So now he’s 7 long minutes faster, 
In the London marathon hooved, 
‘Tho his left hand he’s had to master. 

He represented Britain two times, 
At the Worlds in Doha, the year 2015, 
And at the IPC World Cup, dimes: 
He ran PB’s of 2:40 and 2:37, endive. 

He only took up football to get fit, 
And for strength and agility he ran, 
But this sideline so his inside lit, 
That he concentrated on it’s pan. 

He says to all of us “To believe that
anything is possible. To get there, 
it is about mindset, [what you’re at]. 
Don’t ever let anyone tell you, [bare], 

that something can’t be achieved, 
it can. Also to appreciate the good 
people around you, [they’ve weaved, 
to] help you on your journey, [would]

and will help you reach your goals. 
Despite running seeming like 
an individual sport, it’s not. [Coals]. 
Appreciate the team, [your pike].”

Richard Brickley trains Derek, 
And gives him medical time off, 
He enlisted a coach, a shrek, 
Prof Ron Morrison, a techy buff. 

Prof Ron Morrison is quite a don, 
He’s a professor of lovely computing, 
At St Andrews Uni, but that along, 
He’s a Para ref, does hammer throwing. 

He’s on the Board of Directors, 
Of the Scottish Athletics Committee, 
And has a deep love with proctors, 
Of cross country running agility. 

I don’t know, he may have in my past, 
Interviewed me for  St Andrews Uni, 
For computing, I kind of, aghast, 
Recognise him: he was kind, and chatty. 

Derek made Rio and runs a T45/46,
He’s a member of the athletics club
Anster Haddies. He has his sticks,
In Kirkcaldy, was born in 1985, a hub.
Form: Quatern

Premium Member Chasing the Dream

France is the stage for the drama to come
   Victory for others and defeat for some
   Chasing the dream to be number one
 As up and down the field they run

 The "Matildas" got a much needed win
    After defeating Brazil three to two
    They will play today, an when the match begins
 They are hoping the 'Reggae Girlz' dont give them the blues

 Brazil will battle Italy in a do or die
    A loss may bring them to tears
    As samba rhythms rise to the sky
  Victory could be theirs if they dare

 The World Cup trophy is the most prized of all
   In a game most call football
   This month, the women will give it a whirl
 To see who will be crowned queens of the world! 

 6-18-19
 2019 Fifa Women's World Cup Contest
 Sponsor: Mark Toney
 Matildas: Nickname for Australian Soccer Team
 Reggae Girlz: Nickname for Jamaican Soccer Team.
© Joseph May  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Natalie Blake

Natalie has been to five Paralympics, including Rio, 
And recently took the bronze at World Powerlifting, 
In Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia 2016, IPC World Cup -
It paralleled her Glasgow silver, Commonwealths. 

She lifts in the 61kg class, but in Malaysia lifted a PB
Of 98kg. In 2013 at the Euros, Russia, she won silver, 
And in 2015 at the Euros in Hungary she won bronze. 
She’s competed longer than any other in powerlifting.

After finishing sixth at Rio she remarked: “I’m happy
with how I've done, I was hoping to get 3 good lifts
but just missed out on my 2nd. I'm pleased to clear
93kg, overall it was an amazing atmosphere, brilliant.”

Premium Member I Doubt If I Will Be Needed To Coach

I raised my hand and said I would be a volunteer assistant coach of a girls’ football league in the 80’s.
The night before our first practice, the real coach let me know I would be the coach; he was busy.
I had never seen the game played, and went in fairly blind, believing football was kickball.
As the girls were running onto the field, squealing; men were setting up nets. I had no idea why.

I had read the instruction book cover to cover the night prior to our first game.
This missive emphatically stated no one should kick a ball at another player.
Week after week my girls traveled up and down the field in possession of the ball.
When they looked ready to kick it at the goalie I would yell “NO!” in a loud, mean way.

The parents had a little intervention meeting with me after about the fifteenth game and explained to me why we always lost.
I had no idea prior to this game how the points were scored, wondering why we never won.
I swear, kicking the ball into a net was never part of the instruction in the book I read. 
The women started a World Cup sixty years after the men, but I somehow doubt I will be asked to coach.


Written July 2, 2018
For 2018 World Cup Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney
Form: Prose

To Brazilian Football Team

They left before the end
The game is not for over
They had to leave the field

I’ve grown up,
Growing up to the graveyard tomb

I’ve watched,
Watching many won and defeated teams

No; never I supported this team,
Still not supporting for the five won world cup 

This is yellow jersey
As like the blooming sunflower at rising sun 

Ever active untamable 
Irresistible, indomitable 

I didn’t lose
We, the supporters, didn’t lose
Brazil, A Seleção, didn’t lose
The group of rhythmic samba dance didn’t lose

It is an evanescent suffering 
It is a dewy passion on the desert 
Everything will come back very soon
Just recovered health the football king

I support this team, am supporter
Because, it’s a natural source of soccer 

We watched- Pele, Garrincha, Romario, Zico,
Rivaldo, Phenomenon Ronaldo, Ronadinho
Watched their metrical composition of feet
In field they offered peerless football treat 

Cafu, Kaká, Carlos, Robinho, Bebeto with them many more
We never forget their world class charismatic game sure

O Neymar, Silva, Kutinho,  Martinelli, Vinicius 
Play, play and play; give us back your best cruise

Don’t break down; we are with you always
Prepare for the Next World Cup in Ca-Me-US

Long live Brazilian National Football Team
Long live the ever rhythmic game stream

©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
12/12/2022

Premium Member A New True Dynasty

There are teams

There are great teams
Then, there are dynasties
In the world of women's sports
There have been few that measure up

To the 2019 USA Women's World Cup Soccer Team
Every one of these 23 talented women
Has been groomed for this purpose their whole lives
Playing, working, training, focusing, listening, watching, and concentrating

On ONE thing ... The World Cup Trophy
The pressure, rarely equaled, has been applied
The stories, countless and controversial, have been written
The stats, meaningful and managed, have been studied

The criticism, fair and false, has been aimed
The opponents, powerful and prideful, have been prepared
And the games, intense, exciting, and incredible, have finally been played
Now ONE team - one amazing team - stands alone atop the rest

Holding that storied golden trophy high ... high and noble and proud
Forty-six valiant hands that have set a new standard for sports
Not just women's sports, but ALL sports
A new standard for what it means to work and play as a TEAM

A new standard for excellence and class and athleticism
Congratulations and blessings to the USA
And the 2019 Women's World Cup Championship Soccer Team
A team for the ages ... a team for the people ...

And a dynasty, tried and true!





Written and submitted on July 7, 2019
For the "2019 FIFA Women's World Cup" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Sponsor.

The World Cup Saga

Brasil 2014, mortals in 
plants character, 
playing the role of the 
river and her famous 
tides. 

The pretty plants and 
flowers of her great 
amazon forest. Tuned 
step by step along 
the famous Ball dance. 

Twisting along 
acrobats of the long 
lasting martial art. 

Cherubic 64 kids in the 
wine of the soccer 
ballet.

 3 great singers,2 
stunning angel voice 
gracing the ears of 
*****sapiens 
gathered like the 
sands on the shores 
of river brasil. 

That was at the 
stadium. Around our 
spherical globe teens 
and olds squeeze in 
rooms, halls straining 
eyes to watch the 
happening. All in the 
world cup saga.

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