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Post by jpesarza on Jun 15, 2012 16:43:40 GMT 8
I think the title is pretty much understandable. Har har Anyway, if you have Songs, Compositions or maybe a Poem or any other form of original poetry stuff. Why not share it here. ;D tsk tsk Sample Below: (Yeah i know, Please forgive Me ) She and Football.I made a run a pretty smooth one i could say, Cold that it was yet I sprinted bravely along the way With fogs and mists hovered above the ground, There she stood sweetly with high and open arms.
From her, one meter back was the white synthetic net, Locked and hooked with the firm galvanized sticks. Bright on a leather brown Jimmy Choo, She was gracefully stunning in her sculpted long Evisu.
Geared up as i reach the box, She transformed; wild magnolia to a lovely fox. I didn't panic as i pace it up, It was a Nike moment that i just can't give up.
I felt the advantage. That was a magically one-on-one with zero stoppage. She wasn't moving but she's looking straight, She's a bit bothered but on with steady state.
Into the box, I aimed and fired, Hit the bar, the line, her thigh. "I did it!, I did it!" My heart was raving in passion, Satisfaction, Accomplishment of honest and clean intention.
She was amazed, shocked and rocked, Wondered maybe of such aggressive act, She recovered, gazed and smiled, Then held my hand for forever -- an eternal bind.Hahaha at least i tried. There's just nothing to do in this Crazy Weather! Rainy Afternoon. ;D
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Post by stellarboy on Jul 16, 2012 19:48:22 GMT 8
I just read this, Jerwin. ;D Conventional rhyming, 4-line stanza, typical, ho-hum to a Creative Writing purist, but quite imaginative, sexy and really rawrrrr... ;D Anyway, if I find the time I'll make a free-verse poem on the "intricacies" of a goal.
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Post by buddha on Jul 17, 2012 10:19:01 GMT 8
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Post by mrpmosh on Aug 15, 2012 16:59:18 GMT 8
I know some songs (posted in this thread along some chants), but they're in Spanish... This is one of my favs cuz it bring me memories of my street footy matches when I was kid: With our wet shirts, with worn out cleats with torn socks, with the ball without two segments With a epidemic in the neighborhoods we're infected with football With cut knees, with sunny faces two sides of jackets, we don't stop playing retas* With a epidemic in the neighborhoods we're infected with football I just wanna play, go out to play until the sun gets tired and I wanna play, go out and sweat my bones off I won't stop, I won't stop I just wanna play and play and play playing in the city, playing in the city With our full souls, we're after dreams behind a ball, like brave warriors With a epidemic in the neighborhoods we're infected with football I just wanna play, go out to play until the sun gets tired... *We call "retas (literally "challenges")" to when there are more than 2 teams and just one field, so two teams play normally and who scores first 1 or 2 goals stays while the loser leaves the field and a new team plays agaisnt the winner and so on... I dunno if there's an equivalent in English.
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