Alex Saynor
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 6 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 2 years, 7 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,
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Alex Saynor published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 7 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 3 years 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 3 years, 1 month 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 3 years, 1 month 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 3 years, 6 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 4 years, 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 4 years, 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 4 years, 10 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 5 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 5 years, 7 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 5 years, 11 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 6 years, 1 month 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 6 years, 4 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 6 years, 6 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 6 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 6 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 6 years, 12 months 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 7 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 […] - 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.
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7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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