Football Poets

mud and blood mixed
likewise friend and foe entrenched
what a match, 1914

Juniors shuffled
Reserves shifted
Seniors stood aghast

Wrecks ’em, the thought
Of 10 hard won points
Lost so easily
To the stroke of a pen

From the Copacabana, to the Maracana :

They’re dribbling for Jesus
Meanwhile, we’re just left drooling for Jenas
They’re getting the better deal

They’re able to produce Pelé
The best we can manage is a […]

Stop your messing around
Keep your phlegm on the ground
A message to you, Dioufy

It’s not the way we like it
To see a star player spit
A message to you, Dioufy

Nor do we think that it’s great
To see anyone […]

There’s poetry in his toes
Verse in his feet
A cadence to his canter
And purpose to his beat

There’s a tempo to his torture
A rhythm in his running
An ode could explode
With a couplet to his cunning!

Attending a course
of babblespeak

I learned of relationships :
one to one
many to many

I came away thinking
That without the objective of winning –
Of goals, I’d know not any

But the theory didn’t cater […]

A football poet sits in a coffee shop, writing:
the old man
thinks he is writing a letter of complaint to the FA,
the young man
thinks he is txting a girlfriend,
the child
thinks he is writing a fan letter,
the […]

I had God all to myself
Just me and him, as I prayed in his silent house,
Kneeling at the back pew, on a cold, dark, winters morn,
Seeking solace and comfort and guidance.
Onto the Cathedral-size walls
The […]

A young boy
Enthralled
By the whole experience.
The thrill of just being there –
Especially with Dad –
Priceless.

All the stars that he’d read and dreamed about
Right there, in front of his eyes
Doing what they […]

Life as a football fan
Fans the life in football
Football fans live for it
But is there life after football?

Football lives in the fans
The fans live for football
A fan of football for life
Means a life of […]

In the land of the Occidental
There is an Accidental
Tourist

He, would classify himself, as ‘Professiona Footbawer’
But not, alas,
The Purist

For Inamoto
Might only appear
In a minute

Make his bow
From the […]

Young men away at war
bidding their masters will

taking up arms …
and legs and boots and sundry scattered shards

of the oppressed
(friend or foe)

the explosive devices
having had their indiscriminately wicked […]

Crazy Hoss –
The boybland of the time
Sang of you in the plural
But it speaks nothing of, our sadness at your loss

Yet it suited you so well
For you ran unfettered and free
Across the tracts of land, we know as […]

skatadoodoo, doodoo
wap a da boo boo, boo boo
barp barp a da barp barp a di barp
oh skoodoo di doo doo
I used to play
Home and away
boo boo bi do boop
In Green and White Hoops
Demobbed from the troops
barp barp a […]

Where there’s muck, there’s brass
Or so they say
Well, if that’s a fact
Then York City must have tidied up their act
Had a spring clean
At the approach, of the mean
Days of Autumn –
But has history not taught […]

Every thursday morning
I come downstairs
And find jibberish
Lying on the kitchen table
And usually, I bin it

But now
For the first time ever ….
Drunken rhetoric makes the cut!

~ i ~

The ball rolled
And it […]

Last time out
It took a court case to provide the winner –
If only they’d had the ‘value of hindsight’ as a witness!

Then, it was just a tiny minority of votes in Florida
That swung the result
And I wonder back […]

“Be not afraid,”
the current Pope said in his book Crossing the Threshold of Hope.

“Of what should we not be afraid?
We should not fear the truth about ourselves.”

The Truth?
That we haven’t trained hard […]

Now I wonder
Is this “soupgate”
Just a soupçon of circumstance
Or a super con
To deflect
Attention
From the real contenders
Who barely get a mention

the same subject written haiku style

pizza and broth
a […]

This current spat
is more soup kitchen
than Premiership culinary fare –
more about the other ‘red tops’
wanting a piece-a the action
not just drip-feeding dregs

The next meeting
isn’t likely to feature
soup or […]