My Poem “The Beautiful Game”

There is a game that is played,
watched, followed, talked about,
written about, commented on,
that has its origins that can be
traced back hundreds of years,
which is like a religion to its enthusiasts
and to those who are genuinely fanatical
about everything to do with it -
from the league tables which indicate
how certain teams are doing in relation to one another,
as well as the names and the history of certain players
and their career from beginning to end…
every game that is played around the world
has energetic and enthusiastic supporters
who either attend or watch their chosen teams play,
and for every group of fans of every sport
every week of every season can feel like
a rollercoaster ride of emotions -
because just like in every game
there are winners and there are losers,
there are champions and there are those
who sometimes find themselves relegated
to the lower league of their peers;
however, in my experience, the players, the supporters,
the attention, and the opinions that are generated
by the game of football (or soccer)
are among some of the most passionate
and the most vocal that there are -
because some people love the game of football
and the particular team that they support so much
that they even sometimes go so far as to tattoo
their name and their crest upon their skin…
football (or soccer, as it is referred to in some places)
is a game and a sport that has captured
the hearts and the minds of millions of people
from all walks of life and from all around the world -
from the young to the old -
and when some people either go to a football match,
watch a football match, or listen to a football match being played,
it is like they are witnessing something that matters to them
on a deep, meaningful, and emotional level,
and especially at certain times of the season,
and most potently when there is
an international tournament being played
and teams from different countries are playing one another -
like during the FIFA World Cup that is hosted
in a different country every four years…
and there is seemingly no end
to how much time and money
certain people will devote and dedicate
to their favourite sport and their favourite team -
from merchandise to teams jerseys
which are worn to show a particular allegiance
to a certain team over all the others;
because certain people feel such a profound
connection and a loyalty to the team of players
that they have associated themselves with
that nothing and no one could stop them
from losing faith in their belief that their team
will some day be victorious and make it all the way
to the final game and win competition of a particular season -
until there is a natural period between seasons
when transfer windows open up
and certain players are traded and transferred to other teams,
and then the waves of speculation
about what is going to happen next start to rise
and start to occupy the imaginations of those people
who live, breathe, talk about, and think about football
morning, noon, and night…
the sport, the game, and the players of football
sometimes mean more to some people than their own family -
because, to some people, football gives them
so much pleasure, so much joy,
and also an opportunity to be able to be
on the same level with other fans who they may not know
but who they share a common interest with
that they can immediately establish a connection about;
and I honestly believe that to some people,
to some extent, football is the best thing there is -
and that is why, to some people,
football is more than a sport
and is in essence “The Beautiful Game”.

My Poem “Games”

It always amazes me
what draws people together...
it always astounds me
what people will do to feel something...
it always surprises me
what can be seen and what can be heard
when people become observers
as well as participants of a communal experience
of excitement and wonder...
it always fascinates me
what people are willing to do
when they are given the freedom
and the gift to be anything
and to say anything they want.

For centuries, crowds and audiences members
have stood, sat, cheered, and clapped
while watching fighters in a fight,
competitors in a competition,
players in a game face off against one another...
for all of time, there has been a race
between multiple sides in which
the object is to dominate and be the victor...
whenever there is a contest to out-do,
to out-play, and to overshadow someone else
there is always a start and a finish,
there are always winners
and there are always losers,
and sometimes when people bring their "A game"
they can even surprise themselves
with just how good they can be
when they put their all into that which they love...
whenever a particular moment arrives
for someone to shine like they have been
preparing to do for hours, for days,
for months, perhaps even for years,
players, athletes, thrill-seekers all
always find the strength, the speed,
the spirit, the will, the heart
to go as far as they can possibly go
like a rocket ship to the heavens above.

It can feel life-changing to be somewhere
with a multitude of people
at a once in a lifetime opportunity
to witness something phenomenal,
fulfilling, and magical...
it can be engrossing to feel as if
you are a part of something bigger
than you believe you are,
but at the same time something you feel
inextricably a part of -
as if you are staring at a piece of art in a gallery
and you feel like you can step inside the frame...
it can be entertaining, electrifying,
enlightening, enlivening, enriching
to be pulled into something that
while you are doing it looks
and most likely feels wonderful and enjoyable...
it can be hard to resist picking a team,
picking a side, picking a sport,
picking something to engage your attention in -
like one of the many encompassing
games of the world.