Alex Saynor
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 week, 5 days 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 month, 2 weeks 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 month, 2 weeks 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 6 months, 2 weeks 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 1 year, 1 month 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 1 year, 3 months 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 1 year, 11 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 2 years, 1 month 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 2 years, 8 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 3 years 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 3 years, 2 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 […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 5 months ago
Support your skeleton going forward
or embrace its weakness. I can’t do it for you.
It depends on what your long term goals are –
where you see yourself in five years’ time.The important thing is to eat eve […]
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 7 months ago
As Welcome as the sight of allotment smoke in December,
a quiet bonfire in the winter stillness,
are the compressed distances of Sports Report,
fingers hardened in the dusk after hours
of working the ground, […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 7 months ago
One day from under these floodlights
the sun will rise in early spring,
set like the memories you’ve left
in gathering blue over the river.An extra layer will go, light jackets
the order of the day at some […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 3 years, 7 months ago
Madejski of the methane vents, hero
of South Reading hinterland wastes
made shiny and blue for out-of-town gamesat Junction 11: Madejski of the 1970’s
where the marlin fishing never ends
from South Florida […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
The lines, angles and shapes are wrong. Which
algal bloom will form when the ground has gone –
sunk or deserted – while for now Peru find time
left them, talent still potent, reminiscing
about far post […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Somewhere beyond the wastes of Nizhny Novgorod
in enveloping white, the farthest reaches of night,
a train rattles on through heights and depths
with passengers lost to perspective journeying
through life to […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years, 2 months ago
At ‘The Stadiwm Vibrant Vapours’
on that sunlit evening, corporate sponsors
lacked the power of old resonances,
the simple terms the world could afford us:
Richmond Park, rumours of Gorseinon –
leagues […] -
Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years, 5 months ago
In air thin against the coast
where Blue Lias cliffs enclose
swimmers in the shallowsturbines shift with the wind at its approach;
a pylon catches, at the end of the sun’s
closing speech, new […] -
Alex Saynor commented on a poem on Football Poets 4 years, 9 months ago
Thank you, Graham – much appreciated. Your poems are always highlights I look out for.
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3rd July 2022 at 9:36 pm
Thank you Sharon, same to you.
bestest
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1st July 2022 at 8:53 pm
Good to see you are still writing your wonderful football poetry John. All the best.
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30th June 2022 at 8:30 pm
Thank you Clik. Football like Christmas never fails to take us back along the corridors of childhood.
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24th June 2022 at 3:05 pm
A simple pleasure.
And crafted beautifully.
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27th April 2022 at 10:01 pm
Many thanks for featuring my poem. It’s been one hell of a journey but for all the bad times I’m still here supporting my home town club. Play Up Sky Blues !
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27th March 2022 at 11:36 am
Re: first verse of ‘My dad’ by Joe Morris..
Great words Joe…Moving.
It also reminds me, of all the people that I’ve been with in my life that just didn’t get football at all, full stop. So basically you never mentioned it, unless you enjoyed dumbfounded stares or extensive yawns! .
People who I talked with at length , often on their level, about loads of other stuff we both loved and like you basically everything but football!
This coincdentally included my strange dad : David Thomas : a brillant bohemian beatnik CND and Peace loving artist. He was someone who, being a very young writer and artist myself , with whom I could have had and shared so much stuff in common, but who I only finally met when I was 15.
As a result, and with the over-riding presence at atmosphere of his new partner and new step-son, I only actually got to see him intermittently very briefly for around 20 years, before he passed on..
Your poem also reminds me of John Lennon’s words from the song ‘Julia’:
Half of what i say is meaningless,
but i say it just to reach you..”
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26th March 2022 at 7:04 pm
Haha, thanks Crispin, I hope you can at least see your pie well enough to eat it!
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26th March 2022 at 6:58 pm
Great imagery Joe …but I struggeled to read it in the fog at first…
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24th March 2022 at 9:28 pm
Looks like FGR are going up as champs Crispin ? A season is the proverbial rollercoaster ride, up and down and twists and turns. As Greavsie said ” It’s a funny old game. ” We love it though. ⚽️
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24th March 2022 at 9:12 pm
Tell me about it Kev…!!!!!
Great emotion …just how we’re feeling here in leafy Glos!
best C
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