Football Poets

But Calamity Was On The Bench – Wasn’t He?

Consistency in qualifying led to the mantra
“in Capello we trust”
But his choice of the gloved one
May see our hopes turn to dust

But should we be so harsh?
For once […]

Sunny Saffers show
Dung beetle dribbles football
The big kick off

Opening gambit
Words of truth, hope, happiness
Tears of joy tumble

Poor little Theo
Oh how he feels rejected
All the pace in the world but
For the Mundial he has been neglected

Poor little Theo
Once so highly regarded
Even after a hat-trick in qualifying
He’s been sensationally […]

A white beam breaks from the sky
pinpoints the chosen ones
as God picks out some more favourites
and collects the souls from beside a collapsed wall
from whence the Devil’s soldiers
have struck with causative […]

Closing stages of an exciting Premiership season –
KERCHING!
Playoffs just around the corner –
KERCHING!
Next season’s new kit about to be unveiled –
KERCHING!
TV rights under negotiation –
KERCHING!
3D the next […]

Of all the tunes that I could sing
Only one springs to mind
Of all the words that I could chant
These are the finest I can find ….

CHAMPIONE, CHAMPIONE, we are the CHAMPIONS! 🙂

For the way that my heart e […]

So who will it be?
We or thee?
What shall befall us – gloom or glee?
One game to go, it’s down to the wire
Who has the desire?
Man oh man, you, or CFC?

The words have deserted me, vamoosed
I hope they’ve only gone on holiday
or else I’m goosed

My muse though, stands steadfast afore me
still beautiful, still desirous, still admired
but the kiln of poetry, hasn’t […]

It appeared inside the stadium
Just minutes before three
It sharpened up its pencils
And wore them down before tea

It limbered up and down
With a gentle little jog
Then proceeded to annoy
Like a yappy little […]

There’s stuff in my head
That I didn’t even know was there
Buried in the attic
T’wasn’t meant to share

Like, I watch a movie
It ends with a tune
Hadn’t heard it for donkeys
But soon I’m singing like a loon

Then […]

just like each hurried pass
the worried words fail to reach their target;
each wrong selection
takes the stanza further away from goal;
defenders of the faith
scream at the sacrilege –
of missed opportunity

win or lose –
the draw is in the effort, the passion,
the skill, the power, the pride,
the dedication, the deftness of touch
such
that the appreciation
never wanes

like a temporary bypass
the ball is shepherded away from goal;
skilled workmen set out the detour
laying down the cones that shall not be breached;

our poet in motion
must dazzle with with his or her dictum […]

could I write a novel
about any iconic game?
embellish it with filler
espy a Booker in the frame?

could I write a novel
pad it out with conceit?
turn it into a thriller
have you glued to your seat?

could I […]

there once was a man
I know not his name
who crawled from a trench
and took part in a game

there once was a man
joined by others
opponents at war
but fleetingly brothers

there once was a man
who brought out a […]

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Twas
The night
Before Xmas
And nothing was
Stirring, not even this
Mouse, but dreams aplenty
Of a new ball in the house, left
Under a decorated tree of pine, so
That we can all wake and shout […]

a hat-trick of penalties
all struck good and true
winning the mind games
in the battle of Green v Blue

a hat-trick of penalties
but only one actually counted
ice coolness personified
and the stress […]

We have Tim Berners-Lee
to thank
for this form of poetry

oh for sure, he’s not involved
in the passage of play
or the heavy tackle
or sublime pass

his foot doesn’t battle
with the physics
of studs and sinews
to […]

The draw might be today –
“and the first ball drawn out is …
Ireland!”
(good one, Ms Theron)
but the real draw, for me
is in the smiles radiating
from the young (and young at heart) football mad occupants […]

the nub of the null
is a failure to score;
the mien of the many
is a hunger for more

so excuse the excursions
in the tillage of toil;
for the participants puff
as they scour the soil

and the rub of the green
is […]