Those are pools of deepest blue
That linger in the eyes of you,
That tell of cold simplicity
When it comes to the likes of me.
Or are there depths within your soul?
Have tender years taken their toll?
Plainly ouspoken - Nothing there
Yet countless aeons in your hair.
A pleasant face so good for games
But maybe not for my hearts dreams.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
a girl lied to me about how old she was once. The more I read it the more it reeks of paedophilia but it's got nothing to do with that. It's just that, she was nearly seventeen.
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A football stadium stands in hushed silence -
Remarkable as it is full complete.
They've gathered to watch gifts of the feet
And ponder on someone who could dispense
What must have seemed like gifts of Providence,
Who learned from kicking footballs in the street
And came to render tactics obsolete.
This man the crowd in silence now laments.
Diseased, deserter, herald of changed times -
Embarassed then that it had all gone wrong
For you who stood so high above the rest?
Forgiven by this one who always rhymes,
Poor fella, his mind simply wasn't strong
And we who love the game have lost the best.
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Posted: Nov 2012
About this poem:
it details a football stadium as it stood lamenting George Best and gives some aspects of George's career as a footballer and as a celebrity and in the word 'diseased' as an alcoholic
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