Lazio is the team

Allez allez allez dear team *
We will all cheer for u and scream
We want the last season back again
Don't waste what we felt back then in vain

How can we lose with such incredible nation wale
From Italy, Argentina and even Portugal
And don't we forget Czech and chili
Cuz they r effecting the team so sincerely

Good goal keepers like Marchegiani and Peruzzi
Next to brilliant defense of Nesta, Miha and colonesse
There is always Couto, Favalli, Nigro and Pancarro to complete the set
so the defense became in their most ever best

Looking deep in midfield
We find glorious Veron, Simeone and Nedved
Passing to Stankovic and new Baggio and Poborsky
We find the games enjoyable and messing with them is too risky

All this and more comes in the attacking line harmony
Who r always enthrone our wining joy ceremony
Crespo , lopez ,salas and some times Ravanelli
And when Inzaqui comes it became more chili*

Stadio de Rome my dreamy castle
The one I will die for and do wrestle
Managed and guided wisely by zoff and cragnotti
They r always right and never naughty *

We have a champion league to go
What will happen . We wont ever know
Fighting and struggling is our goal
We wont ever stop till we hear it "goal"

This is lazio my team and club
Whome I love, die for and remains hunting every cup
Not scared of Manchester untied nor Rial
Nor Munich, Milan, or even Montreal *

Kuwaiti soccer girl

1- I know allez is not italian , but I choose this word cuz every body used it during world cup 98
2- chili : means it get hot not the country of Chile
3- with naughty I mean went wrong , not when we call the little child for example naughty :-)
4- Montreal : I really don't know if there is a team named Montreal , but I mean the city , cuz all the teams I mentioned were cities..

soccer

This poem is for soccer my love this one was the first poem I ever write:

Go go all the way
Let the spirit guide u to the top of the world
What joy can we find in such game?
What please, action, entertainment and charming compete

This game is like a rebellion of energy
Rebellion of action, excitement, worth and fame
This little precious rounded thing keep shifting from feet to feet
Wondering "oh god when will the hill comes minute ninety"
This little rounded thing is the fundament of the whole game
When ever it stops the whole world stops right here

In some countries it is one of the main reasons of living
And in others every thing is better than wasting time in such absurdity
It is some times like reason for living
And others thinks it keeps people a way from reality

When the glossator spill his magic word "goal"
He moves hearts, souls and emotion became declaring
Every body keep jumping, shouting, celebrating
And some times crying

It is some times like peace agreement between fighting countries
They fight in the battlefield and in the holy green ground as well
But what different ending both situations has
One ends with blood while the other with hugs and shifting shirts

It is soccer, football or magic ball
The most charismatic game ever
It attach the 4 direction together
Under one indicative word "goal"

what went wrong ?

This one is dedicated for Kuwait after they r out of the World Cup 2000 qualification round so shamefully:
It name is what went wrong?

My beloved Kuwaiti what went wrong?
Was it the effect of sunset or a bad rhythmed song?
We used to be lions, monsters and eagles
But now what is make us defer than the Beatles??

How can Bahrain beat the blue waves?
Who used to be the best of all days?
Is it a bad management or the inside sensitivity?
Or the team deception, self-steaming and inactivity?

Our team said to be the best of the best
But now what make it soo special than the rest
We were so proud to beat Botan with twenty
But now we seem to get it back frequently

We have the most wanted attacking set
But who knows what might be their after the sun has set?
Is it the players fault, the answer don't can get?
Or it is gust a hard time, if it is? Take all my regret

Am not trying to be hard on our dear players
They r men no doubt they r the sons of the divers and sailors.
But still all of us wanting this big dream to come true
When we see our dear team to the big world cup getting throw
Beating France, England and Spain
Taking all the confidence and leaving them pain
Looking at Argentina and Brazil as if they were nothing
Attacking, scoring and shouting see all this came out of nothing

Is it rug or forbidden to dream that far
Or it is maybe something out of logic or like getting a far star
kuwaiti soccer girl

The light of my live

my next poem , won the third place in apoetry contest was held in kuwait university:

I used to live in darkness and hill it has been.
Never wonder why or how can a better live be seen.
Every day is like the following no much fun.
No taste can be found nor good music to run.
Till a light took his way through in a strange confidence.
Shining as sun, walking as king and being for my happiness a reference.
Getting so deep in my live, my heart and my soul
Never imagine there will be darkness again at all.
I know it was my biggest love what else it can be.
No other divine emotion can have more power to make a man be.
I felt this light deep into my heart getting through.
Booking best places, prancing, swaggering and glowing as usual too.
How shall I live in darkness again if this light disappeared ?
I think I will loose my sense of live again and it will leave my heart badly to bleed

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am a faliure student poem.