Alex Saynor
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 months, 3 weeks ago
On this island, is it Saints or Pompey,
what do you say? Don’t ask me, my friend;
I’m a Bournemouth fan from Alum Bay.When you look north, from Cowes,
or east, from Ryde, I’m around the headland
at Chilt […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 months, 1 week ago
She was talking to me under the radio,
under the Saturday food programme
guests cautioned against innuendowho went for humour in unlikely combos
while eyes sank lower above the wheel.
If anything can […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 6 months, 1 week ago
We’ll play it safe and get there for sunrise.
Driving to Croydon, any day,
is like being at Exeter Services on a Saturday
in August, single file by West Cornwall Pasty.So when should we leave? When will w […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 months, 1 week ago
It was like that angst in the chest you mentioned, but then it exploded.
My Self was in a hundred fragments.All I had was a bed and a skylight,
a window on the incomprehensible.Drifting off, I […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 months, 1 week ago
A slow moving weather system,
burdened by a week of brooding, low-lying
internet traffic will break or settle
in the pre-match huddle.Straining my eyes; who is that team?
They were so far gone from the […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 1 month ago
With gravity at a low centre,
you danced around temporary pairs
with teams matched up player for player.
Without seeing, but in your field of consciousness
you could sense it coming:
the reducer.Their […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 3 months ago
Wembley you’ve been livin’ hell to me
with your Hanger Lane gyratory
traffic for no reason, regardless of the season,
and the IKEA cafe’s run out of lingonberry.Wembley, I hate every inch of you.
Your […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 4 months ago
You hear it at every 5-a-side:
the myth of the man with time.
He’s rarely there, but you hear his name.
‘Paul – he must be 60 now – dictates the game.’He’s reached the point where he rarely runs,
but […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 5 months ago
I knew it would happen; we missed the window.
Our boat didn’t come in and nor did we swim to it.Our chairman had a month at Cowes Week.
The vice-president got trapped in industrial brioche,
was stuck in […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 9 months ago
The day I found out I was leaving,
no-one told me. It was on Ceefax, page 302:
I’m off to Bristol City!Maybe it’s time to ride the Severn Bore
to Gloucester from Sharpness
in tomorrow’s dusk and […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 10 months ago
Then I realised there is no central being,
no person in a back room with an Akashic list
or metaphysical clipboard in Hammersmith.
Ultimately, ‘Fulham’ does not exist.No single person can validate your […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 year, 10 months ago
How did you get me twice? Back on the field
I thought I had escaped your clutches, comments,
your dismissive shaking of the head.The frustrated Biology teacher helping with games,
telling us we were useless […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 3 months ago
All angles of approach were wrong;
James said ‘One of these days, you’ll play on the floor’,
but I was in the far corner: it was two on one.
All angles of approach were wrong.The midfield was cross I was […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 10 months ago
The arboretum’s real;
I told you at the time.
We never get the people through
the checkpoints and the river police;
I told you at the time.The inland lakes are real;
I told you at the time.
A garden by […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years ago
If I can’t find words
or if they are halted by a synaptic lock keeper,
tyrannical yet wise, holding up a hand
to delay the latest craft, whatever its design,
I return to a trusted question,
my favourite f […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 8 months ago
Once we played on a cinder pitch,
a lava flow field with bubble cavities
on a flattened out Mount St. Helens
of ashes and agglomerates.Which flow event formed the fine ash
from fire fountain magma […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 10 months ago
Drink was flowing by the River Ember
under placid skies above Island Barn Reservoir
where The Bell was surrounded by Alsatians
scattered on burnt grass in black and umber,
fresh from the water to kettle their […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years, 4 months ago
The general synopsis at dusk:
land around the coastal weather station
has been requisitioned for table football.A huge tournament by the College of Agriculture’s
inshore waters gathers all the […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years, 9 months ago
As when the present is slightly off –
Bourneville, Perrier, a Foster’s crate
for the beachfront whiteout game –we’re back again for testing and a psychometric probe
at just the time we had unwound, […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years, 11 months ago
When your plans are stationary
like a boat tied up at the dock
inexorably, you just can’t get going
without buttering up the ref’by learning about his name, his family,
his route convoluted by […] - Load More
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Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
Cheers mate
Joe
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10th January 2024 at 7:52 pm
You’re right of course Joe but…..it’s actually more of a big welcome break for everyone who is not into Premier League ..I’m talking fans of EFL National League and below…..
Btw …is this actually your longest poem ever !?
Best
Crispin
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8th January 2024 at 4:45 pm
Thanks!
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8th January 2024 at 10:42 am
There’s something so evocative and nostalgic for football fans the world over, in ‘revisiting’ old lost grounds.
Occasionally some remnants remain, with perhaps part of a wall or part or a stand or thre shape of a terrace, but often they are only still there in faded images and in our heads..
Great stuff Graham
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4th January 2024 at 10:13 am
A great idea and well executed. Thanks Graham.
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19th November 2023 at 1:45 pm
Thanks Gacina, glad you liked it, and I have just posted a new one about our points deduction…
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7th November 2023 at 6:34 pm
Today B.B.C post on F.B was titled:Premier League reduced to 18 clubs? I really think it may be interesting to see if this would be Everton’s nightmare and this poem is well suited for this concern.If there would be more difficult battle to stay if there were 18 teams.Great poem and somehow true.
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6th November 2023 at 4:43 pm
Ashington FC have launched a £50,000 Crowdfunder appeal to meet the increased costs of winning promotion last season, to pay for urgent stadium improvements, travel costs and equipment
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