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Joseph Furdeck Poem
The Beautiful Game
Stepping on the field
This belongs to me
It is where
I am in control.
Long before I came here
I have prepared for this day
I reach down
Pluck the grass from the earth
Feel the energy of the moment
Nothing else matters now
It’s only about this
This is the beginning
The beginning of something great
Walk to the centerline
Turn and view the pitch.
The others who stand with me
In this battle
Prepared for what is to come.
I see the same in them
As I feel
No one else understands
They cannot share this
This is our fight
It is our moment
It is what we know
What we live for
The whistle sounds
Ball advances
It has begun
The Beautiful Game
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2013
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Joseph Furdeck Poem
We live to fight another day
for each we stand
without delay.
With arms locked tight
we forge a bond,
In this battle
we make our mark.
We test our strength
we push and pull,
just to know
that we have the heart.
We imagine the best
In those we share,
the greatest game,
the ultimate fight.
It has been branded that
This day would come,
Where we shed our fears
And unite as one.
So as we stand
and this we pray.
Let’s live to fight another day.
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2016
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Joseph Furdeck Poem
For this we stand
and hearts we wear,
upon our sleeves
we know no dread.
We rest alone
yet share this love,
the beautiful game
with our army,
our blood.
With arms outstretched
body twisted and torn,
we pray for a fingertip
to shield us in this war.
As the shot skips wide
and we clash with our foes,
this battle is won
as we rise up for more.
This life we have chosen,
the soldiers of our game,
the generals of our clan,
the drivers of our faint.
So if you opt to take part
in this combat we so love,
please have no faint of heart
for us keepers we have none.
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2017
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Joseph Furdeck Poem
I am not weird
Why should I follow you?
Nor am I rude
Just no need for pleasantries
Beneath my hat
No anxiety under here
Processing life
At my own pace
Standing strong
Yet holding back
I have much to share
Are you willing to listen?
I know the answer
I wish to look away
This may turn into something
Something more than I’m prepared to enjoy
You aren’t willing to see
If you only knew
I have much to share
You’re still not listening
I will retreat back
To my quiet place
The one where I recharge
That place
I contemplate on many things
There is so much that makes me real
Just give me the chance
And you will see
You will see
the real me
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2015
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Joseph Furdeck Poem
One day indeed
our time will come to pass
In the vastness of oceans
the last ripple
last crash.
As our final wave falls
on the shore of our life
whose feet will it wash onto
whose heart will it sway.
Your world settles in the sand
swirls, dances
and fades.
As it lies still for a instant
as your fate is contemplated
your worth is weighed.
In suspended animation
your soul sparkles
your spirit soars.
As you are swept into a vastness
you could never image
by no means know.
In the world of the ocean
You felt small, meek, and insecure.
But in this place we call paradise
Your pain is not welcome.
It is cast out into oblivion
It will perish in the end.
Not knowing just why
But you know all too well
this is where you came to be
this where you belong.
You have suffered
you have failed
with devastating ease.
You had given up hope
in all that you have become.
Yet here you stand
In the glow of his love
And all that you are
Is all that he created you to be.
You are strength
You are light
You are joy
You are peace.
You are all that he made you
You all that he sees.
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2016
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Joseph Furdeck Poem
How shall I speak to what I once was
in the dawn of my subsequent life,
with my eyes wide open
staring fiercely toward my end.
I’ve played this song over and over in my head
never really knowing what was said,
yet as I lean into the shadow of this darkness
The lyrics are so sweet to my soul.
Will I wake up on the other side
bathed in a euphoric light of meaning
or will this be the commencement of my doom,
the phantom that has terrorized my dreams.
Yet with all of this uncertainty comes clarity
and with this clarity comes agony
and with my agony comes hope,
that there is something there.
That there is a place where I can feel
with every breath that I take
and every star that I gaze
will this place be that place.
I do not know yet I shall depart
with both feet I must leap,
willing to accept who I am
in this place, Oh this magnificent place.
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2017
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Joseph Furdeck Poem
Our eyes are dimmed
by the veil of this external world.
All that we create in our minds
that doesn’t truly exist.
It’s that shadow we hold near,
the one that brings us closer to nothing,
draws on our fears
and asks us to contemplate all that we know.
We invite this torment as a companion
and believe it is our safeguard,
keeping us diligent
in the pursuit of a false happiness.
This thing in which we breathe life
merely lives to take our breath.
This we know all too well,
yet we still nourish the monster.
And all we need
is the simplest of things
to banish this beast,
which we long to liberate.
Welcome solitude,
clear your mind,
peek inside
and witness the radiance of your core.
Raise the veil from your eyes
for true happiness is not out there.
It has been present all along,
stirring within.
Don’t fight the darkness,
turn on the light.
We are not hollow,
no we are not.
We are brilliant,
we are vivid,
we are bright.
Copyright © Joseph Furdeck | Year Posted 2017
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