Football Poets

I cried for you last night

At this anniversary time, your loss is heightened
And I wept again
As your father choked back the tears, when prefacing the closing credits:
“I’d love to see him come running in through […]

Jose Mourinho insists Chelsea will go for a win against Werder Bremen in the Champions League – even though defeat would damage arch-rivals Barcelona.

Chelsea only need a point from tonight’s game to reach the […]

How do you write an obituary for somebody you’ve never seen play?
You don’t. You leave it to the experts.
How then should you write a poem?
Start with your heroes. Listen to what they say about their hero.
And […]

Grandma’s ‘garden’ – gnomeless – because that’s not her ‘thing’
but still the petite emplacement mixes peonies, pansies and pert little granite pixies;
a small courtyard that captures the love of gardening […]

You have to enjoy change, to follow football –
To embrace changing fortunes
Plunging / rising league positions
Ever-varying refereeing decisions
Diverse interpretations, of a set law
An ever-evolving, offside […]

Of all things Scouse
To exit Liver house
All the many players and bosses and teams
It’s still the fans to the fore, dominating our thoughts and dreams
And oh how the dearly departed
Wish the current crop, could […]

Poise, purpose and power:-
a parlance pursuant
to performances
previously the preserve
of putative peninsula proximity
and now, paradoxically,
the new paragon of parochial paralysis
(perpetrated without pitfall […]

I started out penning puns, then diverged
I wracked my brain for resonant rhythm and rhyme
I yomped for miles in search of monster meter
Lummoxed down country lanes, lamenting lonely clouds unloading
I muscled my […]

Someone’s got me mojo
Someone’s got me muse
But that’ll not upset me
While I’ve Chelsea pews

Someone’s got me guts
Someone’s got me garters
But I’ll not fret or mope
While we’ve eleven starters

Someone’s got me […]

Ninety two bosses
To various degrees, experience victories and losses
Ninety two bosses
Same hopes and ambitions : winning and survival
Different starting points : in at the top – or a club needing revival
Ninety […]

from upright, to horizontal
in one fell swoop

from upstanding, to lying low
the White Hart droop

from erectile, to dysfunctional
a creeping malaise

from unbowed, to level plane
funny how it pays

from sucking […]

For the Special One, (football version), normal service is resumed
After just 6 games, Chelsea are back as table toppers
As for Golf : & the Gifted One – Tiger avoids the woods –
But not the lake, and the USA come […]

The Special One
has the measure of Rafa in the Premiership, good and proper
the stats back this up, he has yet to come a cropper
Drogba makes the difference : scores with a swivel
Rafa retreats, excuses just a […]

The Special One
With special needs : to give the man who has everything –
Something
That money cannot guarantee : a success
Never before achieved –
They’ve Champions clothes, a posh address
An empire, an […]

“The next station is God
Mind the doors!”

As we slip down the tracks
clackety clack
I hope and pray
clackety clack
That I’ve taken the special
clackety clack
The one that’s already stopped
clackety clack
At […]

Well acquainted
with my own desires
I seek out a ball

Knowing me as I do
pride, will undoubtedly
take a fall

But that’s not to say
that I am
too introspective

For I review – but eschew
the game
that bore us […]

Great Gods of yore
Encapsulated in classical poems that last the test of time –
Adoni sculpted in great statues of wisdom’d words
Deity venerated by impassioned poets, themselves revered
by scholars who see
Gods […]

Is it …

An Association of art and alliteration?
A bedrock of budding bards?
A cornucopia of cadence and chorus?
A den for dodgy ditty devotees?
The edaphic Eldorado?
A football fandom fiefdom?
A google galaxy o […]

A blank page …

Bewitching in its nakedness.
Am I better off leaving it just so?
Or should I fill it?
Turn bare to bling?
Make it sing?
Tell a story?
Gorge on glory?

It was just there –
like a dare, I had to m […]

Irate footballers Ian and Mark
Berate the sub-editor, then go off on a rant –
“How could you possibly print that … ”
Shakespeare shoots but Wrights cant