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Poems tagged ‘Haiku’

The Agony & Ecstasy of Fans ~9 haiku

joy and pain so clear
etched with paint upon each face
when they win or lose

yes we’re bored with waves
as they jump and scream each time
they’re up on the screen

in despair and then…
suddenly all garish grins
look..please look..it’s me!

who dictates we need
stunning girls or kids in tears…
to enjoy a game?

magnify the pain
spotlight on the nerves and fear
in case we don’t feel

is this all we are
background décor for each match…
or am I just sad?

still it would be strange..
like some cardboard cut-out crowd
if they were not there?

and you have to ask
what would it be like without
all these crazy fans

agony and ecstasy
together in harmony
fans go through it all~

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Haiku for the Talented

Kicked about the park
Columbia’s shining light
Goodbye Rodriguez

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Two Rob(be)(i)ns (Haiku)

Two robins. Backyard.
Went in for my camera.
Fell behind two-nil~

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America The Brave.( Haiku.)

Sad Klinsmanns last stand.

American braves go West.

Yankees are shot down.

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Sunk Cost (Haiku)

What if I told you
the first complete football match
my wife watched with me:

Argentina-Swiss,
and the story gets better:
with two minutes left

Fighting misery,
thinking we’ll see spot kicks home,
we both leave the pub.

Thought I was too old
to learn obvious lessons.
Sunk cost. See it through.

Semis approaching
Our anniversary day.
Sunk cost. See them taped.

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Day 19 Deja Vu (Haiku)

Watched the same match twice.
Africa knocks at the door.
Europe slams on hand.

But we saw football
from these two great continents
who can claim Zidane!

Lesson of the day?
Organization trumps skill;
more like war than art.

War of attrition.
Close enough to make gamble,
then be torn apart.

Nigeria. Kings.
Beheaded by Pogba’s. Own
honourable ends.

Mesut’s was needed.
Kindergarten play in box.
Now he has more friends.

But here’s the Low down:
The outcome never in doubt
Schurrle. Ozil. Zwei.

Evra time they play,
Germany shares studs, not ball.
French are left to cry.

But it’s more Klose now.
Will France avenge Eighty-two?
Forty? Their best team?

Les Bleus have gone deep
alternate Cups since hosting.
Octennial dream.

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