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Liverpool (Toxic)
Liverpool (Toxic)
Team can't you see
We're calling
A club like ours
Should wear a warning
We're dangerous
And falling
There's no escape
We can't wait
We need a goal
Owen give us it
You're dangerous
We're loving it
More Red Faith
A Liverpool fan
During these dark days,
Overcome them if we can
To get back to winning ways.
Now Owen is out
And will miss England v Turkey,
But what is the fuss about
We'll be all right you'll see!
We can count on another scorer
And Kewell is banging them in,
For richer or poorer
We'll score some goals to win.
(Louise Ann Lacy)
Turkish Relations
Turkish culture lets celebrate
As lately there has been so much hate
The Donar Kebab and cheap holidays
Lounging in the sun for 14 days!
Eurovision songs and Turkish Delight
Lots of lovely things so lets not fight
Football should bring us closer together
So let us not let violence bring bad weather
@liverbirdlou
(I never have liked Turkish Delight though)
Ballard of Liverpool and United (The Man in Red)
Standing on the Kop in Anfield
Trying to beat Manchester United
The man in red he said 'Where not in the game
You know United aren't giving us a chance.'
Shanks you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We'll be beaten you'll see.
Finally scored a goal thanks to Owen
Dancing on the Kop in the rain
The man in red yelled
'We can do this today
We can beat United once again.'
Shanks you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We'll be beaten you'll see.
Ryan Giggs scored for United
Another goal the Kop do seek
The man in red said 'this game is dead
For us it's not a good week.'
Shanks you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We'll be beaten you'll see.
Saving up trophies for a day in May
Giving it our all on the pitch
At half time the boss said
'The goal needs to bed fed
Let's score another goal or two
Think!'
Pongolle makes a lighting attack down the wing
Come on we need to beat these rags
The man in red said 'think with your head
Pick up your feet don't drag.'
Shanks you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We'll be beaten you'll see.
Gained a free kick outside the box
Twenty Five yards on the attack
The man in red said 'we've got success
But Heskey's lying flat on his back.'
Shanks you know it aint easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
We'll be beaten you'll see
Heart of Darkness
Moving silently in shadows
Strides our manager of the night
He walks a path of darkness
A road removed from light.
The way ahead is treacherous
The path is dark and dim
But Houllier walks surely
Darkness does not trouble him.
The red shirt of Liverpool
Hangs upon his frame
And the one that wears the red shirt
Is a master of this game.
Darkness lies upon his door
And shadows haunt his eyes
For football is a lonely road
Walked best by the unwise
Football Poetry
Football poems how great is this
It's wonderful, it's simply the biz.
Fans from all kinds of clubs
From goalkeepers to super subs.
I cannot wait to see a new ditty
Some of them are quite witty.
I love this site I really do,
Football poetry I love you!
Louise Ann Lacy
@liverbirdlou
Liverpool Justice
Forever in our hearts they'll stay
96 fans, the Liverpool way
Upon a sunny morning in April 89
They travelled to Yorkshire, everything was fine.
At 3:06 our lives were forever changed
As 96 Angels flew to the skies
Leaving behind an ocean of tears
The fight for justice unresolved for years.
14 years later we can still recall
The 96 names upon the memorial wall
With the eternal flame burning so bright
We'll seek ouur Justice, it's only RIGHT!
Liverpool Garden
I'd like to be down the Kop
In our Liverpool garden on match day
Shank's would let us in, knows where we've been
In his Liverpool garden on match day.
I'd ask my friends to come and see
Our Liverpool garden with me
I'd like to be down the Kop
In our Liverpool garden on match day.
We would be warm walking through the storm
Resting on the terraces beneath the Mersey wave
Flags are flying in a sea of red
In our Liverpool garden on match day.
We would sing and chant aloud
Because we know glory has been found
I'd like to be down the Kop
In our Liverpool garden on match day.
We would shout and clap a lot
The fans that sit amongst the flowers
Oh what joy for every player and fan
Knowing they're happy and they're safe.
We would be so happy all of us
No one there to tell us what to do
I'd like to be down the Kop
In our Liverpool garden with you
In our Liverpool garden with you
In our Liverpool garden with you.
Changing Times
The Spion Kop at Anfield
Was an odd looking place from outside,
And sadly after Hillsbrough
We said goodbye with pride.
The bulldozers moved in
Crashing the Kop to the floor,
Making such a dreadful din
Ripping the heart of Anfield to the core.
Witnessed the glory days
Losses too,
Sung about the Liverpool ways
And Liverpool we love you.
Cursed Eyes
Through two cursed eyes
Things wither and die,
Houllier their manager alone.
Talented red shirts
Through those cursed eyes,
Still alone.
Sleek slender hands
For the team he handles,
Tactics forming on his lips.
Through those cursed eyes
Things shall rot to the bone.
The road he travels,
With two cursed eyes,
Shall be a legend known to Anfield.
Sea of Red
I've walked alone so many times
But never at our Anfield ground,
Heard the optimisim and the whines
Walked shoulder to shoulder with the crowd.
And although I didn't know those that strolled with me
I felt perfectly safe with the big lads towering above,
Sailing down Breck Road our sea of red is all I see.
I've grabbed my chips from the chip shop
In my mind I'm reliving the game,
Liverpool 2 Sheffield United 1
A win for us all the same!
I'm homewards bound, leaving our Anfield Town
Until the weekend that is,
When I'll return on Saturday
To see Liverpool lift the crown.
Liverpool Poets
Back in our Liverpool homes
Searching for words that rhyme,
Writing our football poems
Over and over all of the time.
Quills and pens what a treat
In our Liverpool homes we write,
To those words I am beat
As poets of the world unite.
(I'm not a perfect football poet,
but what I write comes from the heart.)
Memories of Red Dreams
During the season of 2001
All eyes were on the pool,
Manchester United's glory had been and gone
It was Liverpool's time to be cool.
Days of fortune for us all
Cardiff triumphs who could ask for more?
Against Alaves it was a close call
But win we did 5 goals to 4!
The glory days are back to stay
Or that is what I thought,
But glory passed through the Liverpool way
And now trophies are all I sought.
Thinking back to days of the treble
And Gary Mc's smiling face,
Owen, Heskey and Fowler the rebel
Although he was rather ace.
We miss Fowler and Gary Mc
In our Liverpool side,
From Manchester City lets buy Fowler back
And restore some Liverpool pride.
A lethal threat in front of goal
But tensions with the gaffer mounted
Digging deeper into a hole
Until Houllier pouted.
Now, we've won the Worthington Cup
Since our triumphs in 2001,
And we are far from being 'On the up'
But predicted to win the league, by no other than 'Big Ron!'
What happens next is down to Houllier and the team
Maybe Big Ron will be right,
Let the fans dream
For a future that is bright.
We've plenty of talent
Coming through the academy,
And even though the fans rant
Consistency is the key.
Financial gain will belong to us
When we move to our Stanley park stadium,
Bringing along a buzz
With champagne filled to the FA Cups brim.
Although a pipe dream for the time being
But one we must cling to,
For one day the dream will be seeing
A reality of red for me and you.
My mind wanders back to 2001
Remembering the cheers and the laughter,
But the dream has faded until completely gone
Some things in life are never fair.
It's Arsenal on Saturday
And we must improve,
The Liverpool way
We must pass and move!
So fingers crossed
We will be fine,
For we cannot lose at any cost
And a Liverpool victory would be a good sign!
Red, Red Mersey
Beyond the Red, Red Mersey
Our Liverbird shields us all
From the pain and the suffering
This world has had to endure.
Our lads you see have gone away
Fighting in such a bloody war
But holding onto precious memories
Of hearing the mighty Kop roar.
And they will return soon I hope
No more tears will flow
For they will sail on the Red, Red Mersey
Singing songs as they row.
When they return the crowd will salute
And offer their thanks for their part
The world will be free as the stars shine brightly
With the Liverbird etched into their hearts.
Extinction
Yo-yoing up and down
Between divisions one and two,
No winning crown
For fans that are few.
Withheld money
Cold soggy pies,
Now I'm not being funny
Can you hear the cries?
Up to our eye balls in debt
We are a sinking ship,
The club the others forget
For we have been left to rip.
Extinction enters my mind
Surely it cannot be,
Money and lots of it we must find
Can't you all see?
We can come up with a reason
And try to find some luck,
Before the end of the season
When we'll be handed the book.
And as the final day draws near
And the season comes to a close,
I face my worst fear
Head on with my woes.
The floodlights die
Tears of sadness we cry,
I turn and sigh
With tears in my eyes for a final goodbye!
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