Football Poets

Is it content or delivery that counts?

Well here, the content is emphatically football
and the delivery, if Beckhamesque
can be both bounteous and Beautiful…
likewise any polemic – must be dutiful
and uphold v […]

Never forget
Ninety six good souls lost
Crushing defeat

Last night, it was the sort of match
That took your breath away
Clever shot, cheap shot
Good save, bad save

Today, at 3:06 pm, we remember
With sorrow and pain in our hearts
96 fallen brethren
And the two minutes […]

A lucky and proud parent, right now I’m
watching my young progeny happily at play, in a
sunlit back garden on a verdant April evening

They’re on the trampoline, bouncing with joy,
their ruddy faces at times […]

I have space in my heart
For all those I’ve loved and lost
I have space in my mind
For all that challenges me
And the challenges yet to come
I have space in my head
To fill with meaning
I have space…
You have s […]

There’s no baying for Browning
No babble for Brooke
There’s no fetish for Frost
Yet cherish Charlie Cooke!

There’s no zeal for Zepheniah
No rush for Rossetti
No craving for cummings
But big up Bonetti!

There’s […]

The sun shines brightly
But the wind whips chill
Spring is spritely
But winter draws no thrill

The tectonic plates of meteorology
Matched in our two teams today
Hard and rugged versus soft and flowing
Will an […]

I like to copy :
Pele, Yeats
Heaney and Hunter
But try as I might
I’m still an ordinary punter

AA Gill and Gordon Hill –
Rhyming I can do
But to better Cruyff or Proust?
I’m not even fit to tie a shoe

Haiku, […]

I am the great deflector
The undoer of the best laid plans
The brown stuff under your shoes
The upsetter of the fans

I am the oblique angle
Glanced off a flailing limb
A trajectory most uncertain
Wending with a […]

It’s like poison coursing through my veins
Not a vile hatred as such
But a steely determination for victory
To better our competitors
To outfire our foes
To annihilate our adversaries
To chase off our […]

As Guus paced to and fro and fretted
More so me
Most thought we’d have our appetite whetted
More so me
Some thought it was too soon for the return of the ‘Bison’
More so me
As Michael followed in Lamps’s shot, […]

We’re off to watch
Our team play
Loyal supporters
Home and away

Out on the terraces
We used to sway
A human waterfall
Home and away

Those are not our
Tickets on e-bay
So precious to us
Home and away

We’re not […]

(written to commemorate Barack Obama’s inauguration yesterday)

Can we say, sartorial gifts befit the man?
Yes we can!
Can we feel the uplift?
Yes we can!
Can we dare to hope?
Yes we can!
Can we share the […]

There have always been defining moments
before every season’s crowning
captured by trickery of light
or way back when – by a Browning

Always been events
that have had the masses talking
and the counters with […]

“I’ll go home and kick the cat –
named ‘referee’!”
so quotes teed off boss
for whom defeat and decisions – disagree

A sure fire pen
was plain ignored
and the arbiter cared not
how much they implored

and so […]

There are sweet spots
And there are sweet spots

Young Chris must have gorged himself
As he put all his heft
Into shot struck with left

One helluva screamer
Lay credence to this dreamer
That there’s hope for us […]

Roasting chestnuts, in an open ire
A furious Phil Brown
Rants unashamedly, wishing to re-kindle desire

A jabbing finger, points the blame
To all and sundry
Will the team ethic ever be the same?

Was it a faux […]

*
see
stars
shining
weekly in
the Prem. Be
vigilant – you
surely wouldn’t
want to miss a gem.
xxx
xxx

*
star
in the
skies above
heralding a new
wonderchild to save
mankind. Shepherds delight
what a find. […]

Incey wincey spied her
Winding up to shoot
Down came the reign
And washed poor Incey out
Out came son and daughter
Drying up tears of pain
And a great ex-player
Had time to play with his kids again

To boo off Eboue
Showed a complete lack of class
Surprising events
At the home of the Arse

What the poor chap needed
Was love and affection
Not the jeers from the tiers
Fired in his direction