Striker Poems | Examples

Chess

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.

Clang Attention

the striker in me, your ghost— 
                         the woodsy holding patterns, 
                                                  the distance of us between chimes

Baha'i temple and a raincoat

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

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!

Female Football and Commentary

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!

Big Or Little Hammer

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!

Micah For Jamaica

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.

Sanseki

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

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

Lockdown- 25th Day

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)

Ellen White

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 Eyes Were Like Fireflies

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 .

World Cup Clerihews

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

Circumcised Before Birth

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

Fate Placed Me In Africa

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 Colored
Let Blacks be Blacks
Do not convert me too your thing

We live on earth- each at a corner
to play games of life there;
strikers, goal-keepers, defenders;
there are spectators to give morale

But do not relegate me to morale boosting
when I can be striker or goal keeper

We live on earth as one human race
to emphasize brotherhood of humanity
Brotherliness compels us to live as family
but be you, and let me be me
fate sealed the contract

We come, live, go
one life, one journey, one direction
no passport, no check point, no exit
each with deeds on the head for accountability
African or not

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