Soccer Poems

I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
And popular.
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Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming
in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning,
I hog a whole house on Boston's
"hardly passionate Marlborough Street,"
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They all ask me to jump
to invigorate and to play soccer,
to run, to swim and to fly.
Very well.
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Lark and rose go mad, even with winter
coming on, the garden beneath the verandah blooms,
the park is dense with sun and soccer balls.
By lark I mean generic bird, God knows
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Apprehension of the unknown,
In the atmosphere of bar room tension,
Men sitting on long stools, with no time for fools,
On the counter, pint glasses full and half full,
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Away from everyday chaos
Where time flew in a blur
From mundane endeavours
Caging our souls
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I love you more than my old soccer cleats,
The ones I’ll never give up.
I love you more than the perfect field,
The one I use to warm up.
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She gets out there and hustles
She does her very best
It’s all about the teamwork
And winning is her quest
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Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread
and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches,
repeats old news: arrogance, ignorance, war.
A cinder-block wall shared by two houses
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We chased
yesterday’s news

all over
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You can take your golf and the rolling greens
You tennis with manicured courts neat and clean
Your soccer, your swimming, your basketball scene -
None measure up to............FOOTBALL!
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Of course
those who are standing at the top of the stairs
know
they know everything
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A clock
...ticks.

A vase
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after practice: right foot
to left foot, stepping forward and back,
to right foot and left foot,
and left foot up to his thigh, holding
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The £10,000 a week defender can’t quite
catch the £20,000 striker who's got
the ball at his nimble, expensive feet, the stadium yelling
fit to raise the roof – what does he do? why,
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War is a bleeding game of dice

Soccer: played without a goal post
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I played goalkeeper.
I coached high school soccer teams:
I lost interest.
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I came to the cemetery in the hazy heat of autumn,
where the crosses creak as they split,
to my grandmother-Maria Iosefovna-
and bought flowers at the gate.
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Ron, you were to me all a brother could be,
your friendship and memory will always be a part of me. The happy days we spent together are gone, forever lost in time,
but the memories will linger, they will always be mine.
When I was young you used to take me to the flicks, on our way home you would buy me fish and chips, and Ron the times you fixed my tie for school
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The deafening roars
Promising faces chanting ‘Singapore, Singapore, Singapore'
Was the acute scene
At the National Stadium where matches to be seen
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Monday night, June 17, 2024 at 8: 56 p.m. and 9: 15 p.m. and 9: 30 p.m. and 9: 42 p.m. and 9: 50 p.m., Poem Hunter now delaying publishing the text of this poem in ‘New Poems' for 20 minutes, and counting, at 10: 10 p.m. …

'Today it is their [Mexicans'] grandchildren and great grandchildren who are there [in Texas], on the same battlefield [the Alamo, other locations] to hymn the Americans who stole their lands. History is full of ruse and cunning.'
—Jean Baudrillard, America, 'Vanishing Point San Antonio', Chris Turner, Translator
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Friday morning, June 14, 2024 at 9: 20 a.m. and 9: 34 a.m.

—this poem is for Amanda Onofrio—a former university soccer player and now a university soccer coach in Boston—who I worked with in 2017 at The Soccer Post, a soccer equipment store, in Cary, North Carolina
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Ava's mom, her dad, two of her brothers, a soon-to-be sister in law
her cousin with his girlfriend and Nana and I all came….
to watch Ava (her team's goalie) play this season's last soccer game.
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For most of us in Kerala,
soccer is our religion, nothing less;
do not dare to argue with us on
our soccer heroes, you risk your life!
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in soccer, it is where everything starts, it is a religious
invention for the public, where you knee on your knees for the king or the establish monarch. they add sometimes something to do in the circle, as an excuse for the existence of such big circle (see ufo's crop' section, google 'stonehenge, '
no wonder, in britain, i mean the island, you can see circles everywhere, no wonder Van Gogh's 'the circles, a starry night' is bought by a british museum or precisely a royal collector.)
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This zebra shows what I can do
As I practice my soccer skills
Here at home in Lincoln Park Zoo,
Doing various practice drills.
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Episode 10 or is it 11: The soccer episode in my Sexaholic Shopaholic Workaholic series
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
Last evening, I was walking down the Bloor West Road
When I saw a bus full of young men singing happily
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Beautiful game, crazy game that draws maximum adrenalin
From hypnotized, soccer crazy minds
Glued to television screens to gobble spills and thrills from Russia with hopes lean
Driven to the brink of despair behind Venetian blinds
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Monkey chant and fake fraternity front
Brandished on the grand soccer stage
Rush Russian bear invectives to decant
Insanity and indignity rolled into ribald rage.
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