The passion of a game (poem) by J. K. Roseline on AuthorsDen

The passion of a game
by J. K. Roseline → (All Poetry by J. K. Roseline)
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Far away from homeland Last night in stadium stands Wonderful the collective beats I heard the people's greeting sound Hissing aloud with the wind I watched how the atmosphere light Red and yellow colours bright Blinking shine illuminating the ground Each precious moment cautious move At the focal point , the pulse leapt All eyes watched how the ball stepped The spirits up all the while A picture perfect postcard sight As the two lively sides hooked When Mexicans went to taste The Brazilian delight In the ground yellow and red Breaking forth like seeds from a pod! The pitch and fervor rose The frenzy worked up in grades I wonder at the man hours That is thrust into the game The ease with which the footballers Kiss the ground and bounce back So frequently tumble down Up again with renewed strength The game , grandeur and the mania Speak volumes of great stamina Built firmly over the years Long live the footballers Long live the revellers On Brazilian soil This time as we celebrate The passion of the game Long live the game of football That forever grips mankind

Reviewed by Free Spirit

Reviewed on June 21, 2014

Oh wow.. something to appease about a woman writing on football sport with such charm

Reviewed by Mary Cochrane

Reviewed on June 20, 2014

A sport which still stands tall by a mile in the world of sports. I really enjoyed this write JK. Thanks for sharing.
Mary

Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather

Reviewed on June 19, 2014

The Americans still fall short in this sport, interesting to watch the best at it!

Reviewed by DM Yates (Reader)

Very nice. It's nice when people have passion about something. I'm not much into sports but cheering on your favorite team takes you away from your day to day living. The rhythm in this piece worked so well for what your subject was.

Reviewed by E Phillips

Reviewed on June 18, 2014

Few games are a bigger waste of time and energy than football except perhaps baseball, basketball, tennis, rugby, boxing, wrestling, golf, polo, horse racing, auto racing, hockey, bad mitten, fencing, chess, skeet shooting, archery, and the various events in track and field. I'll stick to what I know and like--war! :)

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

I don't understand all the fervor and all the patriotic ballyhoo causing riots and disruption. All for great monetary gain for the puppet masters pulling the strings. We sure do love our games, don't we. Better than real war. Battered and beaten, all the teams go home sadly to their various countries, but still alive. Only one country can claim the world championship and bask under that honor (with all the endorsements it brings) for four years or until some hungry competitor gets better and comes to feast.

Why I don't like team sports. Too much like warfare.

Ron

Reviewed by Budd Nelson

very well written of the games many are so involved in
budd

Reviewed by Sandie May Joyce (Sandie Angel)

What a delightful read!!! Roseline, you are obviously enjoying the fun and the splendour of the game. Great job with this poem!!!

Sandie

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton

Fervor pitch, front and center, yesss!

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Long live the passion for any game which brings people together.

Reviewed by John Domino

Reviewed on June 17, 2014

Excellent poetic description of a live football ball game. I'll take a front row seat!

Peace, Love, and Multiple Blessings,

John Michael

Reviewed by audrine max