The Dream Goal

I once was playing soccer and scored a goal
it went through the net after hitting the pole
all of the fans were yelling and screaming
for a second there I thought I was dreaming
then went off the cheerleaders and the band
I went in front of the camera and said, ' I'm going to Disneyland.'

poem by Austin Piatt
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Early Autumn

The calendar foretells summer
but the trees, fauna and I know
that Autumn is now upon us
in spite of the Gregorian.
Deciduous trees are shedding
their kaleidoscopic, colored
dead on the earthen ground below;
and decaying scents fill the air,
nostrils, the mind with reverie
of indelible yesteryears.
Squirrels burying recent finds,
cheerleading and football practice
Unmistakable, autumnal,
recurring signs of its presence.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Noncomformity

He wants her
to not be her
to give up
the black hair
the eye liner
the skinny jeans
to not speak her opinions
to willingly put a symbolic muzzle over her lips
to be bright, , cheery
his definition of happiness
Does he not realize...
that she IS happy
that she LOVES her ife
She fights to make him understand
to make him see
that happiness is not
blond hair
cheerleading
huge smiles
pink shirts

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poem by Alyssa Lippi
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Pretty boy hates every beautiful day

All the girls love him
All the guys wish to be like him
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Star of the baseball team
Captain of the football team
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Beautiful cheerleader girlfriend
Loved by all, hated by none
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Perfect looks
Perfect life
But pretty boy hates every beautiful day
Sometimes things in life aren't as good as they appear

poem by Jessica Canerday
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Much Love For Jessica

Deep soulful brown eyes—
the essence of nature—
from which everything grows!
Face of light and love, a
rosie luster of innocence.
Robust character and wit,
an independent thinker. You hurdle troubles with grace.
Hand in your homework on time.
A song bird's laughter—stunning
smiles through ruby lips
grow roses in my being.
I thank you for your gifts. I've watched you develop
with substance.
Watched you cuddle your pets.
Proud of your cheerleading years.
But most of all I'm proud of you
for being yourself—a lover or a giver
a unique beautiful achiever!!!!!
I have much love for Jessica!

poem by Alexandra Mars Edmonds
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Cheerleader With A Twist!

Cheerleader
Cutter
Student
Missing pieces of her life
Split personality
No one sees
No one seems to care
THey all laugh
Prod and make fun
There's no stopping them
They just keep going
She writes a note
Ends it all
The note says
'Hope you're happy'
Parents left wondering
'What happened? I thought she was fine'
They didn't see
They didn't know and now she's gone up with the angels
Free to fly the way she wants to without getting made fun of

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poem by Marissa Ford
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The It Girl

The It Girl-
Someone who's stuck up and rude,
Someone who doesn't care about anyone but themselves,
Someone who is spoiled and gets anything,
Someone who hates anyone who isn't just like them..

The It Girl-
The girl who is popular,
The girl who is rich,
The girl who has money in the bank,
The girl who gets the guys.

The It Girl-
The cheerleaders,
The preps,
The dance team,
The ditzy girls.

The It Girl-
She's the one who craves attention,

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poem by Jessica Beal
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Cook Hornet Football

Standing above it all,
down looking onto the field,
there goes one number to next,
we in the lead knocking you out the park,
touch down-touch down we yelling,
makes noise with our feet,
running across the field to beat you,
never die we progress,
last year double A,
this year triple,
you all ain't stopping our style,
cause we hill topers,
big dreamers in cook county,
go out to field bi smiles,
it can't be that we,
don't know we are leaders,
leaders of a band,
hearing cheerleaders cheer,
rocking with marching band,
score from ten to forty-in minutes,

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poem by Tommy Laster
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Using Boot Camp

twink boot camp
twink camp
twink summer camps
twinks at camp pics
twinks camp
twinlakes camp florence ms
twinlow camp
twinlow camp idaho
twinlow umc summer camp
twinrocks friends boys camp
twinrocks friends camp
twinrocks friends twin camp
twins in concentration camps
twins spring training camp
twinsburg day camp
twinsburg day summer camp
twirl camp
twirling camps
twirling camps and texas
twisp horse camp

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poem by Caasder Fronds
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3rd World Mentality

maybe
it's my '3rd world' mentality
that makes me of aware of 'nuclear education'
being the best mode of American travel
and not a Iranian Camel
pertaining to remaining alive
beyond 6 Egyptian days
in a 3rd world country
miles away from Israel's border.

i sit in my 3rd world country
and i'm no longer left to wonder
why i'm taken for granted
and why so many nuclear countries
are concerned about what
'weapons of mass destruction'
am i cookin' with propane
in the desert
when so many missiles
are pointed and threatening me

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poem by Ronald Stroman
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCIX: Contra

I’m not a hero dreamer
I’m not a villain cheerleader
I only want to be your enemy

I don’t know if I’m right
I don’t care if I’m wrong
I only always take a side against you

I don’t intend to do good thing
I don’t interest to be sadistic cruel
I only plan to make you irritated

I don’t keep a great grudge
I don’t offer a generous help
Only a strange urge to block your way

I’m not so innocent
I’m not full of sin either
I only don’t like to be called same as you

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poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Can't Disturb These Folks

Are the buttocks firmer on athletes?
Those who adorn sneakers on courts...
Or play on fields wearing cleats?
Are they tighter on women?
Or men who play soccer?
It's harder to tell on those chasing a puck
As they hockey.
What do they see when they arrive at the lockers?
Or those racing horses...
And called jockeys.
Are they really jocks?
Who gave them names like these?
Women playing tennis,
Seem to have stronger thighs.
And why aren't there cheerleaders...
On the sidelines standing by?
And golf?
Ssssshhhh...
Can't disturb these folks.
You know how hard it is,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Ritual of Victory

Out on the playing arena long about now,
Two teams are competing as if they are on trial.
Cheerleaders are entertaining with a new style,
Holding the attention of the crowd for a while.

The fans are cheering as loud as they can.
The players are inspired by the music of the band.
The scoreboard lights seem to blink at will,
The victor's final score is bright and still.

Shortly after the game, they'll all come in,
The players tuckered out, the coach with a grin.
Proud of their victory, they'll scarcely wait,
Specially if the post game ceremony is late.

It may be football or soccer or any other game,
A ritual of victory is basically the same.
The players huddle together and in unison say grace.
Wonder who is standing in my old place.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Football Friday

Friday nite, small towns, big city
Big lights, mark field
quietly awaiting
for bands, fans
school colors, school spirits
pep rally's, scoring alleys
big crowds, cheering fans
cheerleaders dancing, cheering
Root Root for the home team
balls flying, bodies diving
scrambles of run, bombs of passes
scoring touchdowns, holding them down
Win Win hail to our team
Lose Lose hold your heads high
there's another day to win the game
loading bus, cheers and jeers
what a night, for the fight
Win Win for the home crowd
Go Go we won't go
fight fight thru the night

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poem by Michael Peterson
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I felt your skin

    I felt your skin next to mines, it was spread like my silk sheets but better. The  feeling touched every part of my body like soft words that whispered in my ear by you, that the hairs on my skin and my....... stood up at attention to salute thee essence of your presence. Your love makes me want to become a Greater man for us, that's  what I dream, your faith in me pushes me to never give up. The time, the sweat, our tears, and the love we share became an  investment to go to the sky, because you were there every step of the way, being my #1 cheerleader that helped this man cross the finish line. Sir Clarence of greater love is the key that opens hearts

poem by Clarence Williams
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Early Spring Song

i am from a tropical land
anything above 10 degree C
i can take, anything below
i would be running for cover
lend me your hands
lend me your bossom
give me your love better still
so that i can feel the warmth
of spring again, the spring of life

sakuras have finally bloomed
abundant as the stars in the sky
waving to us all over
luscious white and pink
feverishly pirouetting to the
celebratory laughters and songs
below the grand looking trees

each a fairest belle, a keen
eager cheerleader out to inspire

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Halloween Approaches....[Short; Scary? ; Gross? ]

Halloween suddenly now approaches.
Let me eat some crawling roaches.
Let me kill some football coaches.
(And let me not forget the cute cheerleader.
To my pit bull I can feed her.)

Boys and girls will knock for candy.
I'll lock them in a cage that's handy,
and feed them, instead, some stew that's sandy,
made with rat tails and chicken legs
and wiggly worms and spider eggs.

I can't help my lustful craving for BLOOD,
which each October through my brain does flood,
like a scarlet explosion from a plump rose bud.
My knives are sharpened, my teeth are grating.
The porch light is on, my freezer's waiting.
I'll only harvest what I can handle,
luring them in using treats and a glowing candle.
They get their treats but then they are MINE!

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poem by Bri Edwards
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Play Guitar

You may drive around in your town
Ina brand new shiny car
Your face in the wind your haircut's in
And your friends think you're bizarre
you may find a cushy job and I hope that you go far
But if you really want to taste some cool success
You better learn to play guitar
CHORUS:
Play guitar--play guitar (3X)
You got your eye on the cheerleader queen
you're walkin' her home from school
You know that she's only seventeen
She's gonna make you a fool
You know you can't touch this stuff
Without money or a brand new car
Let me give you some good advice young man
You better learn to play guitar

song performed by John Mellencamp
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The Jeffrey McDaniel Show

I walk into a candlelit room.
All the women I've ever dated

are passing around the love poems
I gave them, and guess what?

It's the same poem — My sweet
[Put Your Name Here] if I was God

I'd make flowers smell like the back
of your neck, trees with trunks

as soft as your thighs. When we kiss
I feel like a cheerleader being crushed

to death by a giant pom-pom. Then Alex
Trebec appears. A game of Ex-

Girlfriend Jeopardy ensues.
All the categories about me.

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poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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Empires Require...

The practice of empire requires
An ancient birth mythology
A dominant warrior culture armed
By martial ideology

A broken captive underclass
Incited to celebrate violence
A cruelly competitive atmosphere
That reduces discourse to silence

Collaborators and raw recruits
Manning the overseas bases
Consultants on call to design and sell
Hearts-and-mind embraces

The finance of empire encompasses
Tax probes of remaining protestors
Fine dining at the palaces
For major corporate investors

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poem by Frank Bana
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