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No goal is unachievable.

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Soccer–Passion Song

Soccer–Passion Song

Soccer in the evening;
Soccer in the morning;
Soccer in spring and fall.

Soccer in the raining;
Soccer in the snowing;
Soccer in winter and summer.

Soccer in between my feet,
where I walk;
Soccer in my heart and mind,
how I live;
Soccer my love and life.

Soccer I wake up and play;
Soccer I hold it to sleep;
Soccer my work and rest.

Soccer I sing a new song;
Soccer I dance the magic steps;
Soccer my tears and joy.

Soccer my Mom buys it for me to play;
Soccer my Dad brings me to the game;
Soccer my dear Love watches me to score.

Soccer I dribble and shoot;
Soccer I pass and fall;
Soccer my glory and downfall.

Soccer I strike to attack;
Soccer I tackle to defend;
Soccer my struggle and survival.

Soccer I receive the flags and the whistles;
Soccer I get the yellow and red card;
Soccer my moves and stop.

Soccer I meet my friends;
Soccer I make my enemies;
Soccer my conflict and peace.

Soccer I play and watch;
Soccer I watch but cannot play;
Soccer my dream and reality.

Soccer I learn the rights;
Soccer I confess the fouls;

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poem by Laijon Liu
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True Action!

We are laborer,
Absolutely Pure laborer!
Then why, suffering, complaining,
On own stresses, about unnecessary sweats and toiling!

Work that must be inspired,
Where worker should never come to tire.
No exhaustion but the enjoyment while working,
And true nobler are enthusiastic about goal pursuing!

True Goal is not achieving the goal,
But striving to reach the goal is the real goal.
One should keep the goal to shoot at the highest emplacement,
So that one can enjoy his whole life without getting retirement.

Goal should be so high so that none can reach,
Why should ideal be kept so high so that it can’t be reached?
Striving to reach the highest is the moment where we grow,
Reaching the goal is the end of the goal, hence it will simply blow.

poem by Warner Keisham
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Finis Exoptatus

Boot and saddle, see, the slanting
Rays begin to fall,
Flinging lights and colours flaunting
Through the shadows tall.
Onward ! onward ! must we travel ?
When will come the goal ?
Riddle I may not unravel,
Cease to vex my soul.

Harshly break those peals of laughter
From the jays aloft,
Can we guess what they cry after ?
We have heard them oft ;
Perhaps some strain of rude thanksgiving
Mingles in their song,
Are they glad that they are living ?
Are they right or wrong ?
Right, 'tis joy that makes them call so,
Why should they be sad ?
Certes ! we are living also,
Shall not we be glad ?
Onward ! onward ! must we travel ?
Is the goal more near ?
Riddle we may not unravel,
Why so dark and drear ?

Yon small bird his hymn outpouring,
On the branch close by,
Recks not for the kestrel soaring
In the nether sky,
Though the hawk with wings extended
Poises over head,
Motionless as though suspended
By a viewless thread.
See, he stoops, nay, shooting forward
With the arrow's flight,
Swift and straight away to nor'ward
Sails he out of sight.
Onward ! onward ! thus we travel,
Comes the goal more nigh ?
Riddle we may not unravel,
Who shall make reply ?

Ha ! Friend Ephraim, saint or sinner,
Tell me if you can—
Tho' we may not judge the inner
By the outer man,
Yet by girth of broadcloth ample,
And by cheeks that shine,
Surely you set no example

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poem by Adam Lindsay Gordon
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Sestina

I wandered o'er the vast green plains of youth,
And searched for Pleasure. On a distant height
Fame's silhouette stood sharp against the skies.
Beyond vast crowds that thronged a broad highway
I caught the glimmer of a golden goal,
While from a blooming bower smiled siren Love.

Straight gazing in her eyes, I laughed at Love,
With all the haughty insolence of youth,
As past her bower I strode to seek my goal.
'Now will I climb to glory's dizzy height, '
I said, ' for there above the common way
Doth pleasure dwell companioned by the skies.'

But when I reached that summit near the skies,
So far from man I seemed, so far from Love-
'Not here, ' I cried, 'doth Pleasure find her way, '
Seen from the distant borderland of youth.
Fame smiles upon us from her sun-kissed height,
But frowns in shadows when we reach the goal.

Then were mine eyes fixed on that glittering goal,
Dear to all sense-sunk souls beneath the skies.
Gold tempts the artist from the lofty height,
Gold lures the maiden from the arms of Love,
Gold buys the fresh ingenuous heart of youth,
'And gold, ' I said, 'will show me Pleasure's way.'

But ah! the soil and discord of that way,
Where savage hordes rushed headlong to the goal,
Dead to the best impulses of their youth,
Blind to the azure beauty of the skies;
Dulled to the voice of conscience and of love,
They wandered far from Truth's eternal height.

Then Truth spoke to me from that noble height,
Saying: 'Thou didst pass Pleasure on the way,
She with the yearning eyes so full of Love,
Whom thou disdained to seek for glory's goal.'
Two blending paths beneath God's arching skies
Lead straight to Pleasure. Ah, blind heart of youth,
Not up fame's height, not toward the base god's goal,
Doth Pleasure make her way, but 'neath calm skies
Where Duty walks with Love in endless youth.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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To Boldly Hold

Living life from the bottom to the top...
Looking back,
I don't want to drop.
Looking back,
I don't want to stop...
My goal.

Living life from the bottom to the top...
Looking back,
I don't want to drop.
Looking back,
I don't want to stop...
A goal,
I boldly hold.

I keep a faith I believe,
To boldly hold.
I keep a reach to receive,
As my main goal...
I feel I must succeed,
To manifest..
A crave I keep within me.

I keep a faith I believe,
To boldly hold.
I keep a reach to receive,
As my main goal...
I feel I must succeed,
To manifest..
A crave I keep within me.

Living life from the bottom to the top...
Looking back,
I don't want to drop...
A goal,
I boldly hold.
A goal I wont let go.

I keep a faith I believe,
To boldly hold.
I keep a reach to receive,
As my main goal...
I feel I must succeed,
To manifest..
A crave I keep within me.
A craving that wont leave me be.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On Autumn´s Earth

This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play

Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free

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poem by Peter S. Quinn
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On Autumns Earth

This is the beginning
Now carry me away
On to the faraway new day
That now is born to play

Yes this is the beginning
Moments dreamed and found
Everything in its singing
That comes again around

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Yesterdays were all turning
In their beat´s echo heart
Forever in lay and burning
Poles and miles apart
Flames of their color giving
All that came from within
Days their dreams own living
As worlds take their spin

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role

Flowers on autumn´s earth
Reaching their own goal
Times of days and worth
Each their together role
On autumn´s earth

Swept away in their call
Dreams that were carried on
Love songs of colors fall
Until their moments are gone
You and I had our calling
Dreams that were not to be
Now like autumn earth's falling
All that we had is now free

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poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Interview with Manuel Negrete

What is the most beautiful goal?
A goal with friends; a goal that is itself a goal;
A goal that is a beginning, and a goal that ends.
What is the most perfect fulcrum?
The human body where it casts a shadow.

When will the earth shift on its axis?
When the moon becomes a meteorite
And imagination lifts the heart.
Did the Azteca fly up from its foundation?
All of Mexico emerged from the ground.

Is Quetzalcoatl a soccer god?
He plays with the morning star.
What do you do with your time?
I live in the blinding moment.

poem by Salvatore Ala
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World, Wise head & Football

World on leg, world by leg, world in leg not hand

Shooting, moving, going

From to from, from to from, from to from

World on head, world by head, world in head not hand

Only two-operator touch world by their all

Heading, shooting or kicking moving, going from to from

We feel exciting with love or loveless

We total world exclaim goal, goal and goal

I believe immensely

Football is world

Head of wise man

No doubt consequence

Enough similarity has between wise man & football

Player's are playing football by leg or head

Exactly society is a stadium

Where people are playing or acting game

By adoration or abhor like by head or foot to wise man

And seer next & next generation

Wise man get adoration or abhor from society.

Shooting, moving, going

From to from, from to from, from to from

When he will go to eternal from this cosmic

Then we will shout that he was a good man.

World on leg, world by leg, world in leg not hand

Shooting or kicking, moving, going

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poem by Mashiur Rahman
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The goal wasn't to be a millionaire or to be a Hollywood star. That was not the goal. The goal was something about - the goal was to find the goal, but I knew where it was.

quote by James Earl Jones
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Power Of Love

Aye aye aye aye
Feels like fire
I'm so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay, bad at bay
Love is the light scaring darkness away
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire, love
With tounges of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
I'll protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down
I'll be around with my undying
Death defying love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love flowers and pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushing in, rushing inside of me
Yeah
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire, love
With tounges of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwined divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure, the only treasure
I'm so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky scraping dove
Flame on burn desire, love
With tounges of fire
Purge the soul

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song performed by Feeder
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Goal Goal Goal

the world
like the football field
is not for one
to say one is best
but to show
why one is best
brains, legs,
hands, eyes,
hair, balls, flags
and all
a goal is all
that counts
goal goal goal

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Food, Clothing, Money, Shelter, and...

Food, clothing, money and shelter
I have them all
Why is this heaviness in life
Why is it to be hauled?

Food, clothing, money and shelter
are all requirements of my body
While pursuing all these material necessities
I forgot to feed my soul.

An engine needs fuel to be propelled
Soul needs a goal
Without goal the life is empty
Goal makes the life whole.

No goal means no life
Worry and fear cloud the soul
To live life to the fullest
I need to have something in the morning
to wake up for.

poem by Anshul Gupta
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The Power Of Love

(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
Feels like fire
Im so in love with you
Dreams are like angels
They keep bad at bay-bad at bay
Love is the light
Scaring darkness away-yeah
Im so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
*the power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door
When the chips are down Ill be around
With my undying, death-defying
Love for you
Envy will hurt itself
Let yourself be beautiful
Sparkling love, flowers
And pearls and pretty girls
Love is like an energy
Rushin rushin inside of me
*(repeat)
This time we go sublime
Lovers entwine-divine divine
Love is danger, love is pleasure
Love is pure-the only treasure
Im so in love with you
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
The power of love
A force from above
Cleaning my soul
The power of love
A force from above
A sky-scraping dove
Flame on burn desire
Love with tongues of fire
Purge the soul
Make love your goal
Ill protect you from the hooded claw
Keep the vampires from your door

song performed by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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The Door Of Humility

ENGLAND
We lead the blind by voice and hand,
And not by light they cannot see;
We are not framed to understand
The How and Why of such as He;

But natured only to rejoice
At every sound or sign of hope,
And, guided by the still small voice,
In patience through the darkness grope;

Until our finer sense expands,
And we exchange for holier sight
The earthly help of voice and hands,
And in His light behold the Light.

I

Let there be Light! The self-same Power
That out of formless dark and void
Endued with life's mysterious dower
Planet, and star, and asteroid;

That moved upon the waters' face,
And, breathing on them His intent,
Divided, and assigned their place
To, ocean, air, and firmament;

That bade the land appear, and bring
Forth herb and leaf, both fruit and flower,
Cattle that graze, and birds that sing,
Ordained the sunshine and the shower;

That, moulding man and woman, breathed
In them an active soul at birth
In His own image, and bequeathed
To them dominion over Earth;

That, by whatever is, decreed
His Will and Word shall be obeyed,
From loftiest star to lowliest seed;-
The worm and me He also made.

And when, for nuptials of the Spring
With Summer, on the vestal thorn
The bridal veil hung flowering,
A cry was heard, and I was born.

II

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poem by Alfred Austin
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Prose: Achieving Your Goal

The most important things in life are often those we have to choose from at critical times. They very often represent and determine the course our life will take and to what extent we have in controlling or shaping it. With whatever choice we make, opportunities arise and by making the most of these we realise the relative benefits to be gained or otherwise. Through our committment and willingness to achieve a goal, irrespective of what obstacles there may be or we come across, we move forward and progress is made in our endeavour. If the goal is something we have set our mind and heart on whatever setbacks or obstacles are encountered we should take them to be the hurdles to overcome.
By repeated experience we learn the necessary disciplines with which to train or involve our mind and body to reach our goal. When we recognise and forego or sacrifice certain habits that are not conducive to our overall progress we release more energy by which to accomplish our end. By sustained right effort we put in motion the train of events that will bring about the right results, but we should not be too attached to the fruits thereof. Too much attachment is a cause of blindness, disappointment and suffering. However with the right mental attitudes including positive thinking and actions we should learn from and leave behind past failures by always striving onwards to our desired objective or set goal.
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poem by George Krokos
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Disparity

Why do we call it disparity?
Do we fail and lack clarity?
Or merely feel it is charity,
what is the answer for parity?

We never stooped below and sank,
some smarts get together and call it think tank,
we have divergent views and live in opposite bank
never try to find out why are we so frank?

Alas! God had some ideas coming very late,
but we recreated it and added hate
still not think it improper and appreciate,
human values so down and depreciated,

Can we not remain one and swim?
blame no one and just pray only HIM
do our duty and not miss the object prime,
think not different and consider it crime,

Are we not fully dedicated yet?
Still we claim ourselves a disciplined lot?
Cool not down when it is too hot,
think so old and continue to rot,

Has God created different world for us?
Why do we think then so thus?
Are we just slaves in our own home?
And we pray none but dead in dome

when you march and think of none?
Make best efforts to see work well done,
Diamonds may come but unfinished from mines
we polish it and shape on different lines?

Do we breathe separate fresh air?
Do stars appear always in pair?
Why do we fight and always dare?
Do we deny HIM and not just care?

Together we fight rank along tank,
don’t see ground, river or bank,
Shed blood for honor and holy cause,
why then there be any deliberate pause?

Are we not confusing and defining?
Drawing it wrong and only redefining,
Still time is left there not to confine,
it stands for those who combat and combine,

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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All Men's Dream - FIFA World Cup

Fifa World Cup
my heart dribbles, shoots, jumps
like a ball

Fifa World Cup
my heart is
the goal post

Fifa World Cup
the men, the goal, the roar
jeers and tears

Fifa World Cup
the soar, the goal, the roar
jeers and tears
bet-ters, footballers

The Poem
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fun to watch
men's patriotism
once treading
over war fields
where tearing up
innocent children
and families are
worthwhile goals
is now confined
to the football field

national anthem
in deafening roars,
flags flashing in burst
of human typhoons
boys' fighting tears
for brothers' losses
old men's struggle
to be part of the fun and
worthier cause that
had eluded them
every victory a notch up
in international standing
a million lives in war wont buy
every goal magnified in
admiration and respect
in eyes of billions
war is a dirty word
and football
all men's balls and dream

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry

Poems channel syllables to song,
Opening wing valvelets which control
Each heart-string signals pulse neuronic, goal
Towards brain's keep sweep leaps synaptic throng.
Symbols swift deciphered can prolong
Triggered sensations subtle, coaxing coal
Red hot, to fiery fission, which keen soul
Yearns skeined yarns, hearts' heat, hopes fulfilling. Gong
Propagates through tympan tuning tong,
Outpours emotions. Poets share fair goal,
Expanding inklings into vision whole,
To catalyze communion, spirits strong.
Rest not upon old laurels, let fresh bays
Your spirit stir to set cold fires ablaze.

acrostic sonnet Poets Try Poetry
26 April 1990 revised 22 September 2008 ans 8 January 2012
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previous version see below
Poems channel syllables to song,
Opening wing valvelets which control
Each heart-string, pulse neuronic signals, bowl
Towards brain's keep, with leaps synaptic, strong.
Symbols are deciphered to prolong
Trigger sensations shimmer subtle, coal
Red hot, in fiery fission, which the soul
Yearns with more heat to fill. Think how a gong
Propagates through ear gates - tuning tong
Outpours emotions. Poets have a goal,
Expanding inklings into vision whole,
To catalyze communion, calm wrong.
Rest not upon old laurels, let fresh bays
Your spirit stir to set cold fires ablaze.

acrostic sonnet Poets Try Poetry
26 April 1990 revised 22 September 2008
robi03_0317_robi03_0000 ASX_IXX

previous version see below

Symbols to Song - Poets try Poetry

P oems channel syllables to song,
O pening the valvelets which control
E ach heart-string, pulsing messages which bowl
T owards brain keep, with leaps synaptic, strong.
S ymbols are deciphered to prolong
T riggered sensations shimmering as coal

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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The greatest goal of all time

I've seen lots of great goals
some to take your breath away
I recall one from many years ago
that has stayed with me to this day.
The player had the ball at his feet
cutting through the defence like a sword
beating player after player with ease
the whole ground stood to applaud.
I've witnessed individual goals
and some created by most of the team
but the greatest one I've ever seen?
was by myself in a beautiful lucid dream.
I was playing for England against Brazil
the crowd was roaring out my name
it was the World Cup Final at Wembley
two all with a minute left in the game.
I then tackled and robbed Pele of the ball
and I went on a long and mazy run
it ended with me hitting home the winner
'What a goal' read the headline in the Sun.
I lifted up the Jules Rimet Trophy
got carried round the pitch shoulder high
but when Pele said my goal was the greatest
I just fell to my muddy knees to cry.
It's been said that dreams can come true
and that's a saying I know to be right
because that 'dream' goal I scored at Wembley
was voted best ever goal on the telly last night!

poem by Kevin Halls
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