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Alex Saynor

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    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 […]

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    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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    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 […]

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    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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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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, […]

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    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 […]

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    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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    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, […]

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    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 […]

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    Madejski of the methane vents, hero
    of South Reading hinterland wastes
    made shiny and blue for out-of-town games

    at Junction 11: Madejski of the 1970’s
    where the marlin fishing never ends
    from South Florida […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    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 […]

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    In air thin against the coast
    where Blue Lias cliffs enclose
    swimmers in the shallows

    turbines shift with the wind at its approach;
    a pylon catches, at the end of the sun’s
    closing speech, new […]

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    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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