I see the malevolence in your eyes
You hate to lose.
You are the one who wins the fight.
I love the mischievous grin you wear while playing
Talk about all the masters,
now they're failing.
started off young
burning with passion
what a perfect child you were
Life's been teaching you its lessons
Your eyes,
warm brown,
filled with competitiveness
you don't let anyone see you frown.
It's game time now,
and your eyes are fixated on the board
you move those pieces
and higher you soar.
Take all of 'em down and crush the opponent's fate
Check mate!

So complicated
So difficult
There should be no mistake
There should be no fault

So disgusting
So stressful
I should always smile
I should look beautiful

Life should look perfect
Though it is like a mess
Under the bright spotlight
Everyone makes a guess

Look at me in the eye
I am a celebrity
Only beautiful things
You can see them from me

I smile and laugh
I never look dry
Under the bright spotlight
I should never cry

To fit a different mold
Was your fondest wish
To have and hold

To be the red sore thumb
Forever clapping tongue

And every little child of the day
Will know you, Name and Face

And every little child of the day
Every muttering head of grey
Will know you, by Name and Face

Press, your hands against the glass
Your fingerprints upon the screen

Be, the flawless fantasy
As styles go from rough to clean

And every little dripping note of praise
Will be swept up in a haze
A halo, round your head

Every little dripping note of praise
Every passing latest craze
Will stoop and scrape
So far down low

Hold, your lock of famous hair
A dream you'll always keep

When, its more than you can bear
Out the window shout: I am unique

For the hardest part of living out the day
Finger bone and nose to stone

Is knowing

You are one of millions

And will never be alone

I’m forever in her shadow, in the darkness I wait,
The situation consumes me, as I'm left to contemplate,

I look exactly like her, in every single way,
I mimic her movements, it’s a game I like to play,

I blend with the darkness, I follow her when she leaves,
I know her every mannerism, I even copy how she breathes,

I will do anything to lie by her side,
As I step from her shadows...no longer will I hide?

She loves me, I know what’s in her head,
As I wait for her to come home..

...and see me in her bed.

So now the thing is over
all the pundits have gone back home
and the Rimet Trophy has been put away
to be played for again another day
some managers will now lose their teams
for not fulfilling a nation’s dreams.

But it is football, just a game
men paid so much, disgraceful shame
while others struggle to put food on the table
players cavorted like Betty Grable
but we watched it still – we cannot stop
I wonder when the penny will drop.

I remember pictures in black and white
when games were played in failing light
where players had jobs to earn their pay
and played the game on Saturday
where then the ref’s decision was law
and players didn't roll round on the floor.

Those days are gone and that’s for sure
the ***** were heavy and kit was poor
but player’s hearts were in the game
and not the glory of fleeting fame
when celebrity wasn't theme of the day
for men oft found to have ‘feet of clay’.

©Joe Wilson – The Jules Rimet 2014

I can still remember Franz Beckenbauer playing on after breaking his arm, simply by wearing a black sling to support it…a sight you wouldn't see today.

My dramatics deserving applause
My inspiring voice that could be yours
The presence of my stance
My movement at any chance
My views in which I hold dear
Yet deep in my mind there was some fear
As I lived on, I began blossom and preserver
My husband and I
We both gave acting a try
I am known for my theatrical works
Yet my wisdom came as I aged
As you continue to grow, you will see your own amaze
Once again, over the years I have seen my fears
But I remained strong in order to preserver
My cries had become my struggles
The boundaries being a block
My life at times a cruel mock
It was my life from once I came
A positive direction in being the aim
My life creating perfection
Being proud my indication
The focus being my strive
God’s everyday living is how I survived
Remember me in how my voice captured your heart
Also the impact of my talent in how it made a casting mark
The stage being more than just to act
The multitudes of people in personalities is what attract
Now just look back on my life
Reflect on how I strived
A speaking voice of many
Heaven’s rejoice of praise
Be encouraged and inspired
I am resting now
I leave my spirit in showing you how
Do, and you shall go, think and you shall gain knowledge and remember you will always be a foundation
I was the symbol for all
But now I have answered to God’s call
Now lift your head and stand proud.

He wanted to live forever,
in a flurry of soft words and even softer touches.
He said he wanted to be a star
and burn brighter than the
flash of a camera or the stage lights he dreamed of.

But she never had the heart to tell him,
that even the sun will die.