"beckham" poems
Love bug, lady crush, peeking through a midnight sky,
Deep Purple, Smoke on the Water, before a
glimmer in her eye,
90's girl, child stars of, The Disney Club,
Timberlake, Spears, Aguilera,
Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls dominating,
every air wave,
Victoria Beckham, her Parsons inspiration
fashion designer she'll fight her way,
to the top, so much power in her name,
yet even stripped bare, she'd be a star,
her talent to sketch, draw and drape,
falls on knees bent, if only we pray,
to even have an ounce from her display,
I know few like her, love unconditional,
we're the writers seeking solace,
an unforgiving pain,
life taking so much drain,
in the light of day this pain brings forth,
an edge to your art, a masochistic feel,
creating itself a soul untamed.
You write to remember, you sketch your dreams
hopelessness turns to desire,
the dark cloud of youth,
dissipates in the air,
knowing there is a way through,
treachery and despair.
My dear, you may some days,
feel in that gutter trying to,
catch a star,
but today you shine, as bright as
a diamond in this very same sky,
we see across continents,
each night that we pray.
Release the grip, lessen the pull,
fly and fly,
sore heights so high,
you ain't ever coming down.
© Sia Jane
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:18 AM UTC
*one reason why you're not read with a volume you
expected, jedi-know-how, you'll be easily plagiarised.*
**when i first came to england i fell in love
with manchester united...
the 4 - 4 - 2 line-up**
peter schmeichel (dane goalkeeper),
then ooh aah cantona (eric cantona baseball cap),
original wembley white towers...
(white towers, charity shield
newcastle united)
so meh for the arch....
irwin... steve bruce... lee sharpe...
gary pallister... (7) eric cantona.... george best....
mcclair, ryan giggs,
cotton tomilisom, then roy keane...
then davies cole ****
the neville brothers...
scholes and david beckham...
**** stuck to azkazam fudge, it's still perfectly refrigerated
in kazakhstan:
steve mcmanaman will tell you;
it's a random barricade question worth a shot
in the rubric of a sudden challenge.
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
Remember David Beckham
The footballing great from Peckham.
He would always bend it
So no-one could defend it.
Paul Butters
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
2016 Museum of Modern Art Party in the Garden - Inside
Vera Ellen **** is an American fashion designer who is mostly known for her dresses. But most do not know that she started out with a higher education at Sarah Lawrence College.
She had a bachelor degree in art history. The founder of Vera **** Bridal House has become one of the most successful entrepreneurs. She was able to fulfill her dreams with a college degree. She is one of the world's most successful business tycoons that learned about entrepreneurship. If you want to have a degree in design or fashion, and at the same time explore business, then following Vera Wang's career path might be something you can consider. According to Rasmussen, **** has an estimated net worth of $115 million.
**** grew up with Chinese roots but she was born and raised in New York. She initially graduated from Chapin school in 1967 and then attended the University of Paris. Afterwards, she went to Sarah Lawrence College in Westchester County and took a degree in art history.
What many do not know is that she competed in the U.S. Figure Skating Championships. She was featured in Sports Illustrated, 1968 edition. When she did not make the cut for the US Olympics, she set her sights on fashion.
With her background in art, she entered Vogue as an editor immediately after graduating from Sarah Lawrence. She was the youngest editor in the publication. She moved on to Ralph Lauren 17 years later. At the age of 40, she became an independent bridal wear designer.
With her experience and education, she now works with renowned fashion designers and designs for the likes of Victoria Beckham, Ivanka Trump, Avril Lavigne and Kim Kardashian.
She does not limit her designs to wedding dresses alone. She also ventures into the realm of evening wear and retail.
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:33 PM UTC
I remember it like it was yesterday. She was my all. She was my everything. My Pillar of strength! The person I'd talk to when I was down. The person who'd openly remove my frown. One girl who instantly changed my life!
She was there when I was insecure. When I was timid and felt very poor. From when I was confident and secure. To when I was ignorant and un-sure.
She completed me and made me feel whole. I was electricity,and she was coal. I was David,and she was Victoria Beckham. We had that instant. connection! Like Jackie Chan and Action.
The two of us together were inseparable. We had that Ross and Rachel kinda love. It felt like it was something far from above..... Until finally...Reality struck.
She suddenly started to change. From her attitude. Down to her swagger. She was just totally different
And she had the nerve to tell me that it was just a stage in her development.... But as I looked her,I could see there was no longer any sentiment.... She was doing her best to please the crowd. And she had the nerve to tell me that she was tryna "Make me proud".
Then one night everything disintegrated. At her party I found her kissing my best friend....who knew it would take a year for my heart to mend....
And then the next morning,I woke up and she was gone! There was no one. Just me and my pillow! Just me waking up and hearing people say,"You reap what u sow"
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
I woke up one morning
Actually I've woken up every morning including this one.
Next
Sometimes at night I sleep (that's also a joke)
When I look at you
You're beautiful.
Its when I look away that you're a ****** up mess.
Sometimes when I'm sad, I name all of my greatest accomplishments. I dont mean to brag or anything but I was born so hard. They even gave me a certificate for it.
I love getting drunk and leaving myself letters, I found one the other day and it said "help me. I want to die so bad. I drink because maybe one day my heart will pump exclusively alcohol and my brain will shrivel and die, taking all these ****** up thoughts with them" what a prankster.
No but seriously, have you ever thought a guy was cute. Not in like a "I would totally **** David Beckham" sort of way but like, nice face bro. No **** amiright?
Shout out to all my friends. You guys actually find me amusing sometimes. That's impressive. I'm an alcoholic because I listen to my own jokes
I like telling people a joke and then when they laugh I say something funnier to follow up like "making other people laugh is the only reason I have Kurt cobained myself".
I mean come on. What is pain without humor. Sometimes it's nice to take a break. Being so deep can really hurt you, but you don't have to worry about that because I'm small.
Thank you.
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
Neelam Gill showed off her figure in a very risqué gown with a split running from her shoulder down past her bottom.
How cheeky - Neelam Gill went all-out on Wednesday night as she flashed her *** in a rather risque dress.
The stunning model - who is rumoured to be dating former One Direction man Zayn Malik - stunned at a glitzy event in London this week.
Wearing a floor-length green gown, Neelam gave onlookers a bit of an eyeful with a split down the back of the outfit, revealing a hint of her bottom.
With layers and a front split showing off a lot of leg, the 20-year-old certainly made an impression during the party.
She stepped out at the London Evening Standard's Progress 1000 Most Influential People launch, and showed why she may have grabbed Zayn's attention .
The star - who has made her catwalk debut for Burberry - is reportedly planning on jetting to Los Angeles, where the singer is working on his debut solo album, so they can spend some time together .
According to Mail Online, Zayn and Neelam first met in London back in March, but nothing happened because he was still engaged to Little Mix star Perrie.
They bumped into each other again at the Asian Awards in London a month later, with Neelam later writing on Twitter: "Congratulations on your award tonight zaynmalik, catch up again soon!"
The pair reportedly stayed in touch as friends until Zayn and Perrie called it quits at the end of last month.
A source told the site: "Neelam doesn't know if she wants all of the drama that comes with dating someone in the public eye. She is going to LA to spend some time with Zayn and see how things go from there.
Last month, the model, who worked with Romeo Beckham in Burberry's Christmas advert last year , wrote on Twitter: "to live and die in LA, it's the place to be..."
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 1:59 AM UTC
Jeff Beckham who stands by what he has accomplished and established. Some of you probably don’t know who Jeff Beckham is and how Bodybuilding fits in. Well let me fill you in. Mr. Beckham is a young man that brought promise and dignity to bodybuilding in what he stands for. Mr. Beckham chose Bodybuilding as an outlet to overcome what he felt was missing his life. He got involved into Bodybuilding in making a difference in his life and followed the same route he wanted for others and that was Bodybuilding and general exercising participation. It was the Bodybuilding door that opened and Jeff Beckham being part of the new frontier and a wave of accomplishments after another with several Bodybuilding titles under his belt. Yet, Mr. Jeff Beckham proved to himself and the world that he was destined to be successful, and Bodybuilding was going to be the centerpiece in positive action. Positive in believing in what Mr. Beckham would be his difference in encouraging others to follow in his footsteps.
He is also a Father being totally devoted to his Daughter, Miya, and takes part in her life when he is not in a busy schedule of Seminar training and Bodybuilding competition preparation. But no matter what, Mr. Beckham is his number importance in being a parent. However, Mr. Jeff Beckham offers training principles for anyone who wants to enhance in improving their body composition. He wants others to see results with how one can improve them. The key is tone and being lean. Now for Mr. Jeff Beckham’s posing routines, there is no secret. But if you ever need a Guest Poser, Mr. Jeff Beckham is your man. He offers Splits, Stretches and Dramatics that will uplift any bodybuilding competition and arouse the audience in wanting more. Mr. Beckham is devoted to Strict Discipline and Conditioning. So what does tomorrow hold for Jeff Beckham, I won’t say, but follow Jeff Beckham on Facebook and Judge for yourself. His Bodybuilding success could be what exercising you have been missing, and he will definitely help you achieve your proportionate goals.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
I am from climbing the rocks by the beach with the dim morning light of the rising sun filtering through the morning fog of summertime.
I am from lying in my warm bed, giving into my dreams while listening to my mom sing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow”
I am from the foggy mornings in Monterey Bay watching the sun burn through the marine layer every day. The sun always won its morning battle, but while it struggled I would watch the rainbows come dancing through the fog.
I am from sitting in Mr. ***** coffee shop, sipping hot chocolate with piles of whipped cream and a smile on my face on cold Friday nights, listening to my dad play Paco Bell Cannon on violin while Hannah Beckham plays on the cello.
I am from playing in the waves on warm summer days; catching the sand ***** and throwing them back into the ocean. Finding seashells and putting them in my dad’s pocket so I didn’t have to carry them.
I am from walking down Soquel Creek, finding big rocks, falling in the water, riding on my dad’s shoulder on the way back because I got tired, and playing on the swing set that was at the end of it.
I am from hiking through Nicene Marks Redwood forest with my dad and whoever wanted to come. Watching the leaves fall down off the trees, ever so slowly, like angels falling from heaven.
I am from the night I moved from all I ever knew, watching my child hood home fading in the distance. I watched while my friends waved at me as they faded away in both my vision and my memory. I never saw them again. Goodbye, I whispered, as every thing I ever knew faded away. Goodbye.
Aug 15, 2010
Aug 15, 2010 at 9:25 AM UTC
Was he a disciple or just a friend of Jesus
So many to choose from it carries on through the ages
Whether you hail from the sunny realms of Brazil as Juan
Or lead your life on the bus tops of Paris, showboating to the tourists as Jean
you are always just John
Did you see that goal on Sunday in Barnsley from Pedro
crossed in on a sixpence by that guy on loan from Bristol
Parading as the next man to steal the footballing thrown from Beckham
Just a council house kid from the block down in Peckham
again, just John
Kissing the Blarney stone an excuse for his gob
the banter the laughter hiding the rile in his job
that day in Ireland that Sean always dreams of
going back would be heaven, to find the girl he should have once loved
again, just John
The shores of Naples looking out over the sea
Ischia, Procida, Capri, the place he’d rather be
behind lays dormant, Vesuvius once angry
Pompeii, Herculaneum destroyed in its fury
now time to spread his net and look for new shores
only Gino knows it’s time to open new doors
again, just John
No matter where you are from
there is somebody like you just struggling along
troubles brew in every corner of this planet
don’t think it’s just you who really cannot stand it
again, just John
Difficulty is rife no matter where you seem to look
your boss is a grievance and you wish them long gone
but it’s not just you, it’s you and every other John
so I’ll say it again without a look in the mirror
I know your stress my friend because I am that man
yes that is me
I am just John
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
The bulldog on the rat run twiddled with his buttons.
The lady in the Beckham boot wobbled on one high heel.
Clickety clack.
Sounded like a walking pair of knitting needles.
Still the rain poured.
Getting right wet.
A day work bound and home again.
Ne'er to forget.
(c)LIVVI
Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 4:09 PM UTC
Beckham's kick and Lampard's head
A whole hour we had lead
Now terraced grief sits swathed in red
England's win, swiftly dead
The mourners gather hearts of lead
Hopes of glory now are fled
No more the hallowed turf to tred
Englands players - early bed
Apr 7, 2010
Apr 7, 2010 at 10:58 AM UTC
It was in my mother’s father’s final days when Beckham curled it in against Greece
It should have been wrapped up months or at least minutes prior
But for the English
Football is a beautiful form of torture
Some relief in the dark and painful last of his days
It may sound dramatic from the outside
But from the inside
When you’re in on the secret
Football has always been the beautiful game for a reason
And fate was sealed that day
The infamous Zidane headbutt
It came at a time when I was realising people aren’t perfect and heroes are human
For me, not a disgrace, but a lesson
The world’s greatest are also flawed
Lampard 2010 World Cup
It was over the line
I know it
You know it
But the greatest journeys all have their ups and downs
Their misfortunes and their injustices
Our time is nigh
It’s coming home
The psychopathic work ethic of Ronaldo
The glue on the boots of Messi
The precision of the Pirlo pass
The ‘Why always me?’
The ‘You’ll never walk alone’
The wins, the losses
The joy, the heartbreak
The frustration of supporting a yo-yo that never goes all the way up
An ode to my forever unmentioned Plymouth Argyle
The screamers, the blunders
From Thierry to Titus Bramble
Alonso to Okocha
The once-club-record-signing whose name now evades you
The heroes, the villains
The naive dream that maybe one day you’ll make it
And the hope that maybe this will be our year
The diving, the referees, the relegations, the failure
The 4-0 thrashings by the rivals, the penalties and quarter finals
I don’t know why I do it to myself
But I know that I wouldn’t have it any other way
This is the beautiful game
This is football
Sep 2, 2020
Sep 2, 2020 at 8:45 AM UTC
Seeing you smile is gulping water
In the middle of a long hike
Hearing you talk is peeing at last
After a 5-hour non-stop ride
Dreaming of you is eating tons
Without gaining a pound
Loving you is the happy feeling
Of escaping from an angry hound
Oh I want you like the genes that run
In the Beckham clan
Don’t you know how cool you are
That you should be banned?
But when I see you with the girl
Whose character I hate the most
I star in a movie
Being haunted by a ghost
My odd beauty
And this curvy body
Plus a pool of confidence
Is all I have
So I’m hoping
That it will be enough for you
To say, “I like you too!”
And to my wish will lead to “I love you too!”
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
What is your gift?
Is it tons that you can lift
Are you a racer can you drift
On the track are you swift
In the water do you swim
Are you very good at gym
In chess can you check em
Can you bend it like Beckham
We all have talents
that we are given from birth
Some get em from their parents
but how much are they worth
They come in special package s
that you unwrap
Their like an extra baggage
better than table scraps
Some of us are good at gaming
or creating our own raps
Some of us are good at animal taming
or taking long naps
So remember in life
to hit that rift
Because your gonna appreciate
the same old gifts
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 6:32 PM UTC
The name being a strategy to boost
Yet there are some people who are uninterested to most
The beckham’s present strength, structure and confidence being sure
This is their explore
I hear applause from the floor
Muscle is the armor in galore
Yet the beckham’s have defined scientific methods in knowledge from before
Their craftsmanship is nothing to ignore
One beckham controls the bodybuilding stage
It’s what poses are presented and the audience caught in amaze
The second beckham is the weights in flight of gymnastics in how the body can revolve in flexibility
But the focus is on opportunity
The touchdown being the last beckham
A football held high
The winning game being the why
Now you see what makes the mighty beckham
Their voices rang out loud
It is all because they are proud
Not what is allowed
The confidence they in thou
The beckham’s are definitely ******** and not for the weak
All you have to do is just observe and take a peek.
Sep 10, 2015
Sep 10, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC
Thoughts of you dance through my head .
Micheal Jackson moon walking over
my heart.
Thoughts of you dance through my head
Tearing it ripping it apart.
Vivid
Silhouettes of you prancing around in my thoughts.
Send me into cardiovascular shock
Images of you
reflect
how you
Just
walked all over me
Like David Beckham
Playing for the world cup
Digging deep within my soul,
Soiled like a
New pair of cleats.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC
a wodge uh Wrigley’s
‘ard an knobbly on thuh underside
uh desks
shufflin’ tuh DJ Caspar
in thuh ‘all
unduh thuh gaze uh
year three’s
it were
packed lunches,
dislodging mi brace
from thuh roof of mi mouth
like extractin’ a tooth,
scoffin’ bars uh white chocolate
years-old Blu-Tack
stamped black intuh carpets,
grey plastic-y chairs,
writin’ learnin’ objectives,
underlinin’ dates
with shatterproof rulers,
I upgraded tuh a pen
in year four
same time
remember listenin’ on the radio
in Scottish Clark’s mobile
when it wuh Ingland v Brazil,
summer uh ‘02,
thuh likes of Sheringham, Beckham
in audio only, no picture,
and thuh TA came in
‘alfway throo a lesson,
said ‘we’re out’
and the time
I cort that cricket ball,
dived and it stung mi hand,
a crimson-drizzled palm,
throbbin’ ring
and the time
we played football wi’ tennis *****
and I blurted intuh a trio
uh eager classmates,
a tumble-shirt compote,
knee flecked wi’ grit, mi own spit,
skinny whispers uh blood
and thuh time
I plagiarised Potter
around Azkaban,
got a Woolies notebook,
ragged Pritt-Sticked cuttins’
of Watson in the pink ‘oodie,
but it wuh the seed
for thuh next decade and more,
standin’ up,
tellin’ a story,
somethin’ or othuh
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
In a culture where reading is corny
Writing is even worse.
How do you explain child hood.
If all you had was a stuck of magazines.
Dreams dreamt.
At so tender an age.
Vision built.
Life looked at at a different perspective.
A beautiful perspective.
How do you explain.
That childhood can be books and stories.
How do you explain that its okay.
To not play in the hot afternoon sun.
To not mingle with the neighbourhood kids.
Because Beckham looks better on that magazine cover.
And you prefer to understand every bit of his wedding.
Is it wrong to grow up so fast.
Is it wrong to know about the world at 4.
And explain it better than the teacher...
Because you've read the story over and over...
Is it wrong to try to understand.
Actual things apart from dodge ball and running.
Maybe knowing is the greatest strength.
A gift open to readers.
Whereas others were born to live.
Others were born to do much more.
To spell life out.
To record moments.
To write down history.
And to proudly read it out......
To remind the world of a beauty they are too busy to record.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
If Beckham could bend football
And If Moses could lead Isreal,
I can do extremely well with poetry
And One day write my name in history.
If Robert Dinero could make it
I vow to keep trying and never quit
If President Weah could win an election
I will continue to write with passion.
©️IB-Poetry
2/22/2018
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC