"ronaldo" poems
I COULDN'T GO OUTSIDE IN CASE I GOT ZIKA,
BUT THERE WAS NO WAY I WAS GOING TO GET WEAKER,
I MET RONALDO, AT A FIFA PARTY AS YOU GO,
AND MESSI AND NEYMAR WHO HAD NOWHERE .. .. ,
THEY SAY THAT INDONESIA IS TO BE ATTACKED BY TERRORISTS,
BUT WE'VE HAD ENOUGH OF TORNADOES AND EXTREMISTS,
NAOMI SOCKED SOMEONE ELSE ON A BA PLANE,
AFTER DIVORCE, CHARLTON WON'T BE THE SAME AGAIN,
ENGLAND'S VOTING TO STAY WITH EUROPE OR NOT,
MOST DON'T GIVE A S.... , THEY'LL SAY THEY FORGOT,
TRUMP CONTINUES TO BORE US AND DEPLORE MOST,
DON'T LET MONEY BUY OR ENTERTAIN HIS ILLITERATE BOAST;
WE'LL GET ON WITH OUR LIVES, DON'T NEED THOSE GUYS,
THEY SHOULD REMEMBER THAT SOME THINGS ARE NOT GOVERNED BY THEIR SIZE.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 8:16 AM UTC
There's Naruto,
And there is Sasuke,
There Is Ronaldo,
And There Is Messi,
There Is Black,
And there Is White,
There Is Long,
And There Is Short,
There Is Satan,
So There Must Be God,
There is Beginning,
And So There Is The End,
But There Is One Thing Without His Opposite,
And That Is You.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 10:42 PM UTC
Association Footballer Ronaldo,
The new Wizard Waldo.
Oh what a fandango,
You bet he can tango.
Paul Butters
© PB 18\11\2017.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 5:14 PM UTC
Here is Paulo,
Always on the ball **
He thinks he’s Ronaldo
Playing on Madeiran sand lo.
The Caistor Couple, Patricia and Paul,
They’re at Willy’s to have a ball.
I’m not talking about playing sport,
More about beer and ***** and port.
Paul Butters
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
Communication technology recognition
Reformation in monopoly contortions
Feel the attuned tunes from satellites
Setting light like an antenna televised
Usher prolific hologram vised in vision
Bid manipulation bye to new world neon’s
Motivation from free thought movement
Commendations cemented in another time-zone
Complement to comment for extra terrestrials
Electrical vibrations moving from wired modems
Floating up above the skies, a heaven end
All life become a past tense lie, come lie
A dead fantasy for the oars ain’t tacky
The most surreal reality, the stability, an ability
Congeniality, this is an alien evasion, adaptability
Figure a boxer on the ring, trenching victory
An agility the accessibility to the victorious flag
Tracing admissible tunes, planking in a cool challenge
The heroic and not hectic hologram check the angiogram
Its not a diagram, but a radiant heart an earthy soul
Am a do anything, buffing myself to do anything
Ain’t a deal rocking the crowd in crazy clouds
Breaking the underground like a Fujita F Scale tornado
Ronaldo tormenting the ball in a field with F clef societal
Social control and orders, tormenting the ****** to extraordinaire, an extradite
Streaming live make you believe like you can live for real
Stratifications, ****** classes and sewn mobility
Chasing dreams in the winds deeply wheeled in a well
Be well as we sink so deep to seek and hold the dense
The essence of the whirlwind, it’s a seep through static
This rollercoaster an aspiration to inspire then perspire
Ever higher, from the root to crown charkra, a tantra
Annata,the ascending holographic magnetic hero
Tuning visions to dreamers and travellers
Hold my hand as we sink underneath the stratums
No sputum, just headphones.... a culture, it’s the new age soul
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 4:47 PM UTC
I started watching football when I was eight
At that moment I had everything to hate
The next day I went with the squad
I played with a poor morale
Than as the time passed by
People said Ronaldo in Madrid is *****
Than as the Manuel Neur got the fame
Messi got him chipped later in the game
In June they compared Andre Gomes with James
For real? Thats just lame
Merle said "Football players are like prostitutes"
They said "Giroud comes to show off his beard"
Footballers like Yahya dont even drink beer
While some footballers go to the club when they hit the big time
Tottenham striker said "He cant remember going to a club last time"
Bayern Munich bailed out Dortmund with a loan in the past
Oil money of PSG on Neymar gave me a flabbergast..
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 12:56 PM UTC
¿Sabes tú?
Mi vida es como un canto que nadie ha de cantar,
pues tuvo las violentas inquietudes del mar
y el espejismo de la droga hindú...
Yo anduve errante, soñador proscrito,
un año, o veinte, o quizás cien,
y medí las pirámides de Egipto
y las murallas de Jerusalén.
Yo tuve más tesoros que los Zares,
y un diamante mayor que el Gran Mogol,
y en cada uno de los siete mares
me vio náufrago el sol.
Yo visité con tembloroso paso,
como quien rinde un fúnebre tributo,
la húmeda celda de Torcuato Tasso
y el oscuro taller de Benvenuto.
Yo busqué en los jardines de Versalles
la huella leve de María Antonieta,
y lloré por Ronaldo en Roncesvalles
y por Ícaro en Creta.
Y como fin de una aventura rara,
enloquecido por un astro hostil,
fui jeque de un aduar en el Sahara
y negrero en la Costa de Marfil.
Aún guardo en el cristal de una redoma,
para unir mis creencias y mis dudas,
un pelo de la barba de Mahoma
y una hoja del árbol donde se ahorcara Judas.
Tuve un corcel de resonante casco
que florecía en la llanura seca,
y mendigué en las calles de Damasco,
y oré en una mezquita de La Meca.
Y mucho más, que huyó de mi memoria
y que quizás no ha de volver jamás:
días de amor y odio, de fracaso y de gloria;
y mucho más... y mucho más...
¿Sabes tú? Quizás nada ha sido cierto.
Acaso únicamente lo soñé...
-o sé bien si dormido o despierto;
no sé...-
Quizás la vida que he vivido ha sido
tan abrumadoramente ******
que inventé los recuerdos por no morir de olvido,
y nunca vi de cerca el mar.
Pero si sé que he naufragado en una
lágrima de mujer:
fue un naufragio romántico, a la luz de la luna,
y me quedé en el fondo, sin querer.
1.6k
You know my name,
My background, my roots
You know my clan name
You know my family, my culture
You know my beliefs
You know my favourite colour
My favourite food
My favourite sport
My hobbies
My favourite music
My likes and dislikes
You know my goals, my dreams
You know what makes me tick
Yet, you don't know my Soul
You know all my allergies
You know all my so called flings
All my past relationships
You know all my friends
You know my favourite beer
You know what makes me smile
You know what makes me mad
And you even know my payslip
You know I don't like my pizza with pineapple
Lol, and you know I hate Amasi with sugar
You know my favourite soccer team
And you know I prefer Messi over Ronaldo
You know between left and right I'd go right
Between up and down I'd always look up and I won't go down
And you know between you and her I'd always choose you
But, you still don't know my Soul...
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 4:31 AM UTC
and today i invented the sport of dribbling,
got tired of walking and philosophical thought,
an abandoned football on the street,
took it,
starting dribbling the **** out of it (approx. 2 miles),
drinking beer and smoking -
i was waiting for the heart-attack,
although teaching people to walk down
a high street and cross a country road
without bumping into bad manners and death:
walk... look at the ball... look... dribble the ball...
**** traffic... pause from dribbling...
then dribble on... i swear i sweated out half a can of beer
with that idea... oh wait, i did, here's the ball,
and i have a number of eye-witnesses...
dribbling is like jogging for those who can't give up
drinking and smoking - i know i'm not a ronaldo,
but this is a tight pavement, and not a green pitch
illuminated by floodlights and t.v. cameras,
i'm simply exercising... n'ah, this will never catch on,
it's too english, not enough american spandex in it
or kite surfing or VEGANS FOR
SAVING THE POTATO PLANET -
ah, oh well: at least i have my dog my leash on it and chores;
well no, i don't, i have two lazy pets and my lazy me.
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 6:13 PM UTC
Kulang ka sa tulog,
Kaya 'di ka nananaginip,
Mulat ang mga mata,
Ngunit sarado ang isip,
Lumilipad sa kalawakan,
Habang humihigop ng hangin,
Mayrong puting usok,
Pumapalibot sa paligid,
May batong gumugulong,
Pinapaikot yung plastik,
tik,
tik,
tik,
Dinig mo ang pag-ikot ng kamay ng orasan,
Para bang may nagbabantay,
Andun sa dilim,
Pati yung nakaraan,
Dinadalaw ang buhay,
Takot ang sumisilip,
Ayaw kang lubayan,
Pag huminto ka saglit,
Mauubusan ka ng laman,
Gusto mo ay palaban,
Maglalaro ka ng apoy,
Kahit magka-sunugan,
Dahil matindi ang pangangailangan,
Yung tawag ng laman,
Pag nariyan sa harapan,
Hindi mo na matanggihan
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 2:51 AM UTC
Poem 1
A LESSON THAT I TAUGHT
I Teach!!
I taught...
Here's a lesson that I taught...
I had this lesson. It were ace in my mind!
The planning was tight, concise, well timed
Going into the room - my stage
Put on the teacher face, the act
(My phone is buzzing but I don't react)
Lights, camera, action! You're on!
"Hi guys! Come in, unpack your things!"
But I'm just thinking about why it rings
"Hi guys! Come in, take off your coats!"
For some reason now I'm thinking about goats
(Why ******* goats?
Why now?!)
I thought
(I need to teach a lesson on...
Oh crap! The whiteboards not working!) ****
Right, try again...
"Excuse me Chelsea, that skirts too tight,
And too short and you aren't wearing tights.
Go down to student point and get yourself a note"
And now I'll get back to the lesson that I taught
"I FUCKIN' 'ATE SIR! HE'S ALWAYS TIGHT!!"
Class - "Totes! Hahahahaha!!!"
I think ... Look you little tots, all you're thinking about is **** ... and your tots and your shots and your tokes in her tote!
You think you're ******* clever but you're not!!
I say... "This is an amazing lesson that I've got!
Does anyone remember the last lesson that I taught?"
"No sir, we do not"
"You're boring sir"
"Are you gay sir?"
On a parallel universe, where I don't care about my career and my home and my children...
I think in my head for a bit, then I say...
"Look you little spaz, you think I'm tight?!? I've been sleeping in a mates spare room at night
because me and the mother of my kids had a fight
and everything in my life is turning *****
Because all I do is stay up all night to plan a ******* lesson for a bunch of little scrotes! Who can't even take off their coats, And sit and ******* listen to the lesson that I taught! I'm marking so much that my body's not taut and my mind spins round and round in thought (a word which you spell ******* tawt!)
Progress and differentiation!
The future of your education!
And I just hope that in some way, I might actually TEACH you something today!
But all you think about is **** and tats and texts and sexts and COD and Christiano Ronaldo and Justin 'fucking' Beiber AND YOU CALL ME GAY?!?
You spell thought ... T.A.W.T!! You're 18 for gods sake!!
How you gonna make a living eh?!
Totesport?!
A couple of them titter
And the rest go silent...
And I think I've won!
'Til one of them says "sir... I'm gonna get you done!"
"And you're gay"
"And you're a **** teacher"
The end
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
'''Year is 2096
Am watching the sunset with grandkids 🌇
I lie to them I was one of the freedom fighter; maumau😂😂
General chyna to be precise
Tell them about Messi and Ronaldo
They won't believe me but would show them our picture
I kissing their grandma
And just like that I would kiss them goodbye'''
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 3:38 PM UTC
spierdalaj!
ha ha!
stonoga w pończochach
czy mój palec dribble dribble
i pseudo Ronaldo Caesar kiwa,
lazy wachaniem, rękopisem kćuka?
mara jakiegoś życia w rąb
epitaph; urodzony i zgon roku
dnia, mesiącem, pa pa (gest ręką,
szyfrem: do wi dze nia).
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 9:29 PM UTC
The sun is shining bright
Watching RONALDO score tonight
Cheering all night long
Juventus is my beautiful club
Juventus is who I truly love
Just listen to my heart beat
Beating Juventus, Juventus
All day long,
RONALDO scoring goals
The manager running wild
Smiling so bright
And the fans cheer along
Watching RONALDO score all night long..
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
Exercise like Billy Blanks
Then punch it like Anthony Joshua
Meander like Lionel Messi
Drive it like Chrisriano Ronaldo
Play around like Neymar da Silver Santos
Swim a d swim like Michael Phelps
Whatever you do?
Never loose your mojo like Zlatan Ibrahimovic
Eyes on the ball like Serena Williams
Hit it hard like Rafael Nadal
Or do you prefer Tiger woods?
Until you hear her sing like Beyonce Giselle Knowles
Twerk like Cardi B
Don't stop cruising like Michael Shumacher
Except you are in a hurry to meet your ancestors
No need for aphrodisiacs
When you have natural smoothies
Above is how to keep her
Repeat these lines over again
And she'll love you forever
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 4:06 PM 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
There are times I like to be on my own
Not that I'm some introvert
Not that I'm a sadist
But there is a Fulfillment in the silence
The ideas flow, endless
I go deep into myself
And i crawl into my mind which has a very small door but a large world
There i am a god
There i create the animals, the memories, the happenings
In there no bad times
No heart breaks
Just love, happiness, paradise
Well why not its my world, its my book
There every movie, every song, every story is more than just words, they are life.
There I ignite the stars and connect their sparks
I own cars, bars.
I could make that lady that broke my heart mine
I could make a journey to heaven with no plane in time
I could be tell the sun to go into its shell
If that is the wish of my girl
I could tell the waters to stand
I could make the ground to land
There i could be whoever i want to be
I could sing like Rihana and rap like jay z
I could own Danerys and take Drogo with me
I could be the combination of Ronaldo and Messi
I could see whatever i want to see
I could be with those i deeply love
I could bring down heaven from above
paradise would be the name of the globe
So you see why i love to be on my own
In my world
A world of no blood
A world where i am god
But i know this world is temporary so i crawl back into earth to face reality
A place where i don't long to be
And when I'm bitter i crawl back into my world
You can make red blue
The old, new
The hot, cool
You should try it too
For he who controls the mind controls himself
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 5:26 AM UTC
Aztecan passion lives on in a game
Athletes brought together in sporty enjoyment
Ronaldo volleys the ball with a smile
A net glows with a flaming sun
Mancini points the way for a country
Legionaries play ball in the land of the Angles
A worshipping chest is bared to the tribunes yellow card
Fluttering Standards borne on high
Whole hearted endeavour
One lies down and dies
Supporters sing or cry in truce
A proud nation's emblem is revived
Chiesa scores a nation praises gods of hope
A place now secured
Schmeichel saves from Kane
The rebound a ticket to a final
A final beckoned between two talented teams
Southgates chess mate
Dazzling early strike
The excitement of gladiators drawing level
An emotional penalty shootout
Millions hold their breath
The Silver eagle is held up high, capping the day
24 to one, a nation smiles
Football the conquerer
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:53 AM UTC
There is no fixture yet
Because I am afraid of loosing
Even if I applied VAR
It is still susceptible to error
So I'll remain on the bench
Say goodbye to local leagues
We are made for the championship
No time for trials
Because no time to check time
If you know, you know
I've got to position properly
Like the moon to the sun
If I want to enjoy the season
When it finally kicks off
Before transfer window opens
Over time I have issued cards
Fourteen red cards and two yellows
I am done, like done
No loan deals, outright purchase desired
Terms and conditions apply
Even when I succumbed to pre-season
It almost resulted to penalties
I'm afraid of loosing out completely
Especially as my biological clock ticks
If you know you know
To all you monitoring spirits
With your evil analysis and assumptions
Tell me; who can cover the glory of the sun?
Analysts forming deputy Jesus
That day, I'll see you in the stands
For it will surely come to pass
I refuse to be relegated
I might not have the skills of Messi
The strenght of Ronaldo
The dexterity of Dijk
Or the grace of Pele
But my time will come
I might be on the bench now
Studying, waiting and learning
But that's how stars are made
Until they are called to action
Backed by the grace of the Backer
And when all is done
Blazing through trials and temptations
With joy and gladness in our heart
Together we shall chorus
And it's a gooooooal!!!
Hang on! You are very close!
Mar 7, 2020
Mar 7, 2020 at 6:24 AM UTC
You love heading!
Head it like Ronaldo
Clean it like Messi
Swim in like Phleps
Chow it like Yokozuna
Wag your tongue like Pinky
We'll all be here
Behold, your time cometh
Genital warts, ****** and chlamydia loading
You can **** like Pussycat
Cancer of the lungs loading
Afterall, Doctors must "wak"
After ******* genital fluids
Plus discharge and faeces
You still lift your "Holy Voice"
To the throne of Grace
My generation, worse than Soddom
You can get to her *****
Without heading her down below
And spitting won't save you
My advise, cultivate righteously
You have been advised...
Jun 16, 2020
Jun 16, 2020 at 4:01 AM UTC
The Odd Sock.
At last the phenomenon can
be explained, scientifically.
For example, only 1% of the
population are ambidextrous.
Therefore, if socks, like shoes
had a definite left and right,
the incidence of errant socks
would be a virtual unknown.
Why?
If we always wore socks on
the correct feet as we do shoes,
the wear factor would be
of a noticeable similarity.
Interchanging socks from left
to right is what causes the problem.
To put this theory into perspective,
one needs to look at gloves.
The odd glove is not near as common as
the odd sock, because of a left and right.
Therefore, 99% of the worlds population
are prone to getting socked.
Zidane and Cristiano Ronaldo, both Pede-
Dexterous, never lost a sock in their lives.
Aug 11, 2018
Aug 11, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC