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Poems tagged ‘Beckham’

The Man Who Beckhamed Everything ~ WC 26

Crispin Thomas

Saturday, July 11th, 2026

the man who bent free kicks like spoons
the body and the hair
the man who took America
is now a billionaire
and stands for all that’s bland and sad 
the money and the bling
his profile grows where-ere he goes  
he’s Beckhamed everything

he’s now the face of this World Cup
you’ll find him next to sheikhs
and drinking Stella on the screen  
in those hydration breaks    
McDonalds on to Pepsi 
Home Depot Maserati
Addidas and Armani  
and evr’y showbiz party
and you can call him what you like 
and many will I’m sure 
but love or loathe the brand of Becks
his profile soars and soars

were he to walk on water
I wouldn’t be surprised
nor think it just another stunt
before my very eyes
the glitter and the glamour 
the passion and romance
he’s poured them into all those brands
from crisps to underpants
and where he stops or where it ends
and where else he will go
the depths that he may stoop to
I guess we’ll never know 
his world so far removed from ours
from Vegas to L.A
they love him out in Saudi 
and throw the world his way
A World Cup puppet in Qatar 
ignoring all they do
from migrant workers meagre lives 
to LGBTQ  

the man who took America
the body and the hair
who turns a blind eye to it all 
is now a billionaire
and stands for all that’s bland and sad 
the money and the bling
his profile grows where-ere he goes  
he’s Beckhamed everything

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BECKHAM’S FREE KICK BRINGS ENGLAND INTO THE WORLD CUP

Alfredo Iván Álvarez

Monday, December 4th, 2017

The English fog sets in the sky.

For qualification
in front of the blue forest
Beckham has taken
the Excalibur sword
out of the stone and the steel
shines on his leg.

While he awaits
the whistle of hostilities
in the forest he sees
blue Greek shadows
following every rose
that attempts to bloom alone.

When the whistle sounds
one only darkness awakes
breaking the tombstone
built 9 meters in front–

His saber caresses
a silver bent in the sky
glittering a plated path
through out the day:

The ball daring dawn
ran atop the perfect depth
hacking the bay and ward
and slashing the jugular of the net.

The goal bleeds.
Like dying inertia
Greek navy shadows
are turned to ghosts.

One only rosebush
of many Britain buds
blooms on the field:

Unbent, an English vapor ship
sails across the grandstands.

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