.
sumpthink fantastical
iz happening
i feel it
fromg mine big toe
up
sumpthink like
thuh
'high striker'
at uh carnival
(((bam)))
y'all know that
quintessential
((ding))
yup
up
mine goosez are
bump'n
they might az well
stay bump'd
'cauze
eve'z just gonna kiss me
again
Soccer
In my childhood, we played football like other sports
But we didn't think much about it
But suddenly, as it appeared to me, the sport became
a craze with fanatical fans arguing about which
The team had the best goalkeeper or striker
The heart of soccer came from England; we knew
the names of the famous teams and the interviews
in a sports magazine about their life
That was about the time when I would rather read
a book, but to see frenzied fans going mad when their
team lost
I'm not against football, but it is essentially a sport
that has its beginning in the working class, and still
has its aura
It is a place where people with scant education can
become rich and feted for scoring goals
for the soccer stars, now an instrument for big
business, the prize is high, but many spend their
money buying an expensive car that shows the status
being recognized and written about
Although my interest in the sport- can we call it sport
I do take an interest when a tall Norwegian scores
goals and is regarded as famous.
It’s utterly broken, all of it,
and I am left with so many of the pieces
(weighing them about)
and for the first time in my life I say,
let it fall as it will.
I am not the glue.
Let the King draw back to his corner,
the rook stand by,
the knight be lost in turns,
the queen lie in wait..
the pawns have retired,
and my little bit upon the board?
She has found repose in the farthest corner
in what one would hope is hope,
but a striker stands by and has no other move…
so she waits for her end
because it comes in every dream.
No, she whispers.
The overpouring raindrops, the incessant rain outside was telling me continuously,
She was a story to nay sayer
and he was a theme park to symbolic haifa.
Baha'i temple and a raincoat.
People get soaked there.
With theocracy, bureaucracy, faithfulness, faithlessness, midlife crisis and many more like all these.
We and the downpouring sounds outside, are a drawback, still
That heavenly sky is still a striker hand of an indoor game!
Thunder god
Oh, thunder god might be the harbinger of an eddy,
He is a potent striker and a deity,
Yet his mind bores him with the power which is at the ready,
You may think he has a lot of power,
Though his dejection is that by a sneeze he may raze a tower,
He just wants to watch and smell a flower,
He is considered a monster and blight,
Sailors are scared of his thunder’s sight,
Little do they know he wants a buddy who can hold him tight,
He may be very potent and active,
I am afraid we are wrong as we see a different perspective,
He cries and causes storms because our views are radioactive,
He is humane and full of clemency,
Oh, brothers but his surly nature is the only thing we can see!
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 be sure of it - it's no blackmail."
But he has, too, pictures of its lapses:
Not that the Female Defender collapses,
Rather, a sport with no pity for the waist
And should a woman feel free to waist waste?
From opening whistle to final whistle
Man's Helper freely takes up Male Wrestle:
Neat mimicry of male temperament
Sports Analysts don't touch in their comment.
Perfect use of all parts of the body!
One keeps gazing at it: worthwhile study.
Fearless ones trap the ball with their chests
While to the eyes it just landed on breasts!
Long in it, problems of magnetism:
She can't proudly discuss feminism!
Who’s been struck with even little hammer
And his lips failed to curses yammer:
“Son-of-a-” not part of grammar:
For a blow, mortal, control stammer?
Struck with a big or a little hammer!
One is sure to enact a drama;
Golden voice hatching golden stammer,
Striker: replica of Osama
While one is far flung from Obama:
A writhing cut tail of Agama.
The Hitter Bigger Monday Hammer
Bound to give up any Akiyama
And grossly cough Newest Yamaha!
On his table of Formica,
A once ardent Christian Micah
Drops reggae from Jamaica;
Newly, Peter Tosh’s great liker
No more Soulless Demons’ Striker:
Paul in Thessalonica…
For ten years in America,
Eyes on the female Hitch hiker,
Mid-course rides turning her liker!
Have you been to Madagascar?
I’d had to and lasted The Scar…”
The First, we’ve heard, shall be The Last:
In his own case, a truth, too fast…
Micah for Marley’s Jamaica.
Once jailed and bailed
Virtually mental saw scaled
Angry aggressive and hyper
The crotalinae hypnotic striker
Cold blooded terrestrial Sanseki
Whitish echis carinatus sochureki...
Life is a game with snakes on every level..
Age and a footballer
A lot I hold against Age:
It can the cheapest goals wedge,
The fortyish striker make a tired leg;
Final whistle of a match quick to beg,
The referee not afraid to bluff
For a first half long in rounding off!
A great deal I have against Age:
Many a thirtyish dribbler by the ball dribbled
And later when interviewed simply quibbled…
Big names you wouldn’t believe could lousily fall;
The signal to players to hang an advancing boot
Even as either pair still fits either foot.
A zillion things I know about Age:
How very similar it is to Restraining Cage
And some sort of brother to the slowest plague;
The while footballers are still in the race
Merely basking in God’s grace…
The many times one is featured in a tournament
Age patiently withholding its embarrassment
Have to go forever leaving this dark home
feeling sorrow that nobody will know my last
Silently risen meteor will go to dark gravity burst
Won't update last words of tears before love junction
From unspoken brine won't breathe the last sensation
Won't see nearest blood if this ominous mission keep going on
slowly green to ripe and towards withered
hungriness in the world of unstable motion
death in the chain of life prying recycling born
Birth fixes the death in commencing its journey on this earth
In time asking forgiveness feels regretful more than gratitude
through pure repentance everything under constructed redemption code
I'm here today not as the hunger striker
Feeling regret for full free natural future
19.04.2020 (Chattogram City)
an English striker
named White
into France 2019
had the goal always in sight
left foot or right
her golden boot
from all angles
could shoot
with skill not chance
or luck
this latest world famous
Aylesbury duck
June 27 2019 Fifa Womens World Cup
Sponsor-Mark Toney
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 ,
My strength and zeal left death in me and vanish ,
In dark alleys , I wonder and ponder ;
When will I be free and be an eagle that flies
unhindered by the wind and weather of the coast ?.
Her Sun ray gaze makes
My lion heart to be weakened and
fluctuates like aneroid barometer,
My barometer heart reads higher than my body temperature,
which makes my stallion being to desire her more ,
Her beauty put the ball into my goal post;
Which I couldn’t stop ; free assess ; free captivity !,
A golden goal scored by a fast and deadly striker ,
When would my Moses’ will be able to
overcome her ester’s beauty ?.
9-21-2018
CONTEST: Verses Metaphor II, Free Verse -sponsored by Laura Loo .
An English goal scorer,named Kane
in Russia '18 found world-wide fame.
With six goals,he has the Golden Boot
for with both head and foot,he could shoot.
a striker,one,Christiano Ronaldo
In the World Cup,gave a one-man-show,
With hat-tricks galore
Goals of skill,never seen,before
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 from colleagues, he was a quarter
so the name a quarter-man flared out
Out there praise name “quarter-man”
moved as wild fire in stadium
“quarter-man with the ball
quartet-man has scored
quartet-man’s given yellow card
quarter-man is taking penalty
quartet-man is the best player
quarter-man is carrying trophy”
“Why me???”, he soliloquized
why was I circumcised before birth?
I have talents unsurpassed
but the accident of conception, birth
robs me honor and opportunities
In town girls throw saliva at me
shouting “quarter-man, quarter-man”!
if I’m quarter-man are others three-quarter-men
I cannot be other men.
I’m man, human enough
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