David Foulkes
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David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 1 month, 3 weeks ago
People want their Walsall back
I wonder what that means?
They’re marching to and from the site
Of comedy latrines.They’re calling for belated truths
And answers from the usurers
Jeff patrols the bargain […] -
David Foulkes became a registered member 2 months, 3 weeks ago
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David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 2 years, 8 months ago
All the time you lied
Whilst chasing our poor backsides
Down motorways and through stations
In the name of civilization.Chelsea suits fought solicitor gangs
But at Saltergate we were the harangued
The ordinary […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years, 1 month ago
The striplights on the ceiling of the train.
Are driving me insane.
My now tubular brain
Is peering at the rain
On the windowMy God its only Leeds.
If only someone was here to listen I would plead
That there’s […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years, 9 months ago
I didn’t see it in your eyes
Although I should have guessed
I didn’t sense it in your touch
Or the romance you suggestMy thoughts were overrun with love
In every bar on every night
Until I discovered tha […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 12 years ago
Too long planning the trip to Crewe
Not enough time in B and Q.Too busy watching Match of the Day
Instead of saying the things I needed to saySat on trains for too many hours
And didn’t come home with c […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 12 years ago
A funny thing happened
Near the saloon-bar door
As I was minding my own business
En-Route to division four
A raven-headed beauty
Took my hand and lead me silently
To the snug bar where she sat us down and […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years ago
And I’m still around?
On my way to somewhere, I don’t know
Someone else’s ground.
With someone else’s weather on the window
Those jokers in the rain on a snooker club car park.
My train, seriously stalled by some […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years, 4 months ago
I miss you
York away
The perfect curves of a Tetley glass
Such fine booze
On the banks of the Ouse
Where I would talk to the statue of Constantine
To the amusement of tourists
Who don’t know what it means […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years, 6 months ago
On the wet platform
The essence of football fans
Distilled and drenched. -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years, 7 months ago
Tea all over the floor
Women scream and pets scatter
A cefax goal. -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years, 8 months ago
Beautiful white clouds
Unphased by the consequence
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David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years, 8 months ago
It hurts
Top at half time
Bottom by five
The day that eras come alive
But you never how it’s going to fall
During this cruel time
It’s anyone’s call.Once the league cup first round eased us into the swing […]
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David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 15 years, 11 months ago
They say that anything is possible
That any game is winable
That nothing’s unobtainable
If flesh and blood can kick a ball.You cling to these thoughts everyday
If you’re a follower of Whitley Bay
The club for […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 16 years ago
No man or club is bigger than it
Not the “R’zzz” of Reading
Or the Golden Tit
So I howled and whinced when I heard the tale
Of Wolves premature
Premiership season ticket sales.Just as Reading found with their […]
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David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 16 years, 3 months ago
All the pubs and trains and grounds I’ve sat in
Just to see him run like a demented chicken
The man can’t jump and he has no tricks
Just stumbles and stoops to obtain free-kicks.You’d think with his size he’d be […]
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David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 16 years, 9 months ago
It’s a tough life
sifting through the bargain bins
those out of date and dented tins
are metaphors, defeats and winsmy up and down world.
It’s physically hard
training
playing
falling down
to cat calls form the […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 16 years, 10 months ago
For those who think that hot air rises
Beware Methusela’s many guises
Like po faced chairmen baring gifts
and assistant managers who can’t button their lip.It was “u’Rzz” and not little old us
Who went and […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 16 years, 11 months ago
Gnawing the root of my nervous system
Swallowing everyday lifeThought
Speech
Appetite
SleepInertia’s idle demon
Who’s unborn seed in April’s womb
An unborn foe that grows and learns
The mechanics of our […] -
David Foulkes published a poem on the site Football Poets 17 years, 1 month ago
They’ve got me on their nipple of lies
the drip fed deceit of the billboard’s surprise
coming home from work every night in the dark
just a taster…
one line…
dot dot dot question mark
like
WILL AXE […] - Load More
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23rd April 2018 at 2:48 pm
This poem made me smile.
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18th April 2018 at 2:05 pm
Great poem, Mr Dulwich 😉
Being an ex-pat, I don’t get to many matches, but did get to first game of this season, Hampton & Richmond v Dartford. I love getting out to grass roots football.
And being a pedant….
It was El-Tel that coined “They Used To Play On Grass”, or at least he grabbed the zeitgeist and wrote a football book by that name, co-authored with Gordon Williams, who was the creator of the telly tec “Hazel”.
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15th April 2018 at 6:31 pm
Football lives in our hearts, not our heads Crispin, and it nudges its space alongside our other more important loves.
Love, that auld devil called football, is our respite, response and reason, and each page turned is a new chapter, new corner, and new hope.
My best to you and your wife.
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15th April 2018 at 3:30 pm
Thanks for those words of encouragement Crispin.
We go to Lochgilphead Red Star Fc games here in Argyll, just a wee walk from our home.
I always want Liverpool to win, club of my heart, but the prices priced me out long ago. I love the charismatic Klopp, the magic of Mo and the magnificent Mane, but it’s not the club of my youth anymore. Perhaps that’s the price we pay for success.
We also get to at least one game a year at Accrington Stanley Fc, on target for promotion this year, and love Billy Kee (striker) also known as SuperBillyKee.
Have a new book of football poetry coming out 25th May: A Game of Two Halves: Football Tackling Homelessness; this is in support of our SHARE project (Students Homelessness Awareness Raising Enterprise) http://www.argyllshare.co.uk and http://www.sharebolton.co.uk
Follow us on Twitter – @ArgyllSHARE & @SHARE_Bolton
Best, Sharon
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15th April 2018 at 12:37 pm
Sublime Sharon..last verse sums it all up…what it is to follow footie at a much lower but still local level after maybe being spoilt for a lifetime…by our bigger and what we thought was our only club….(Shock horror poet/fan supports two (or three clubs!)
The last verse …especially for those of us here who followed our first beloved local club to Champs League level from terraces like those we stand on today… to exhorbitantly ticket priced re-structured seated soul-less family stadiums ….
who are you watching these days….?
I just wish other people here would comment more on others poems…surely we aren’t all technophobe dinosaurs….we all want to be humble but it’s lovely to know what others think? Is it perhaps because we have to log in to comment….it’s so quick to do
short rant over! Keep on ……
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13th April 2018 at 1:16 pm
The last two lines are lines any fan can relate to Ron… :
Then in through the turnstile, enjoying the sound
of the crowd as it builds towards three.
I still recall like yesterday, the day i was running a poetry workshop at the Cottage . I arrived at 10am to find flowers and scarves and photos in a shrine on the gates and the news that the late great Johnny had passed that previous night…
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13th April 2018 at 9:50 am
I think we shoud have a whole section on Mohamed Salah’s hair…Emdad!
The things differewnt maangers do with different players eh?
It is incredible …looking back to Josés time at Chelsea. .watchng Salah forever warming up and not making an impact when he did get on….with so few chances..
De Bruyne being subbed off for Chelsea at Swindon for berng so poor..i was at that game…
Lukakau just not fitting in there either ….strange…
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13th April 2018 at 9:45 am
I guess you have to win 4 or 5 nil in the first leg now…
and Roma definitely inspired Juve who in turn inspired Marseille and CSKA Moxcow..some nearly nearlies..
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13th April 2018 at 9:41 am
Great words and verse Attila.
And football’s even worse now.
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