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"goalpost" poems
I was told in secondary school "Keep moving your goalposts" At college, my goalposts moved too much. So I gave my goalpost my sister's ADD medication. My goalposts stopped moving altogether. As I dressed in black for my goalpost's funeral, I thought to myself: "have I won yet?"
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Careers Advice
The Sun Shining Fully We're Dust-Death-Dreadfully, Sigh It Fitfully The Bully Spitefully, Switched On The GoalPost I'm ****** Rightfully, Righteously ******* Up I Flee Frightfully. Butterfly Baby Still Stuck In The Womb, Cocoon Can't Break Out Off (.) Life Caught Me To Soon, Sense Clicks Off (.) Before You Hit Noon, Chaos In Threads So It's Tangled The Loom. Words Scream From Paper The Letters Spell Doom, Written On Walls But You're Stuck In The Room.
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Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 4:39 AM UTC
The Room
Friends with Star Wars figures And friends with football stickers. Friends with bikes, Friends with footballs; The road was Wembley, The neighbours' van our goalpost, No one seemed to care That their cars were being trashed By wayward shots and way-off volleys Or their lawns were being wrecked By 10 year olds with football studs Crossing themselves à la Maradona Before vital penalties. Happy days indeed, Playing Block, Headers and Volleys, Sixty Seconds, Laughing, smiling, laughing. But that same estate, Thirty years hence, Is clogged with cars, No room for makeshift crossbars To help nurture future soccer stars! Lawns are tarmacked drives. Children forced into sedentary lives Not by social media or XBox Live But by lack of playing spaces. So, no more cycle races, Or street-football with undone laces, Just kids with nowhere to play And no power with which to sway Those ignorant adults who simply say "Kids today, eh? Too lazy to play".
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
Estate of the Times
often i am plagued with sudden perspective shifts into realisations of my poor behaviour in this change I drearily daydream of a sudden departure from all those who surround me off on a personal journey of self betterment a transformation into a far more admirable human far and away from the impulsivity and naïvete of my current existence for i have always felt subtle change shocks none. how precisely this metamorphosis occurs I haven't yet learnt yet the final goalpost is clear I return to collective awe from my friends the weight of my poor eating habits gone the doubt that choked me replaced with confidence and self assurance and a burning heart ready to set the world on fire with its unapologetic love. but as I rub my eyes and awaken from this vision comes the bleak fact of where I am. the starting point I always have knelt at, ready to bolt out of the gates sans the knowledge of how to arrive at the end perhaps this time I'll shed my gung-ho nature first and i will choose to carefully walk to my destination.
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Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 12:15 PM UTC
marathon runner
you do not know me i stand aloof the sea of life swirls round me i do not speak i wish to speak its true but all thoughts flow inward absorbed and stored i do not know the form to flow them out again from time to time i am struck by a random object an accusation a missile aimed in passion an idea a plea they are all as one to me i am what i am without intention i stand mute and deflect what i cannot hold and yet i have untold power why? because i stand and do not bend do not judge do not wonder do not mock and am not swayed by prayers i love only the sun which warms and the rain which cleanses tears do not move me it is easier this way i like the wind music is pleasant quiet is peaceful life is good sky
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 11:58 AM UTC
from the goalpost