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Graham Salter

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    Graham Salter commented on a poem on Football Poets 8 years ago

    I really enjoyed this poem. Wistful and tender.

    Yes.

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    Graham Salter commented on a poem on Football Poets 8 years ago

    A great poem, Crispin. Loved it.

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    Graham Salter commented on a poem on Football Poets 8 years ago

    With thanks, of course, to John Masefield.

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years ago

    I must go down to the pub again
    There’s a football match on Sky
    And all I ask is a decent view
    Of the screen, with the bar nearby
    And the crowd’s heave
    And the Kop’s roar
    And the sudden surge down the wing […]

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    Graham Salter became a registered member 9 years ago

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years ago

    Unassumingly,

    Pellegrini claims the prize.

    El condor pasa.

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years ago

    I met a traveller from an antique land,
    A refugee from an R and B band
    He said “Take the advice of a wand’rin man;
    Don’t bet on the favourite in the first week of Jan”
    Then chewing on some baccy as he turned […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    The no-score draws have settled in like winter
    We sleep under six clean-sheets and a blanket of snow
    Each snore draw is a draught, a phial of sleep
    A white and quiet light, a rest that is silence.
    But slow. […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    At school in the Sixties
    We all called you Albert,
    A boy who was destined for fame,
    And on bright Monday mornings
    Announcing a victory
    The Headmaster read out your name.

    So Preston schooled you
    And Liverpool […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    In nineteen hundred and fifty eight
    Queen Victoria was truly great.
    With a scorching drive at Hampden Park
    The Empress of India made her mark.
    Her goalscoring record was second to none
    It’s strange to think […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    We rise as one as the chant goes up
    Surge si Blackpool oderis
    Singing in tongues about the FA Cup
    (What mystery has come over us?)
    Supporters leap, supporters dance
    Ascendentes sumus
    Everyone loves those […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    Henrik Ibsen,
    CAN YOU HEAR ME ?
    King Haakon of Norway! Sonja Henie!
    Roald Dahl ! Edvard Grieg!
    Roald Amundsen! Edvard Munch!
    yes
    Your girls took one hell of a beating!

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    For our last game
    I got up in the cold light of the South Midlands
    Well insulated from reality
    And made the long pilgrimage to Deepdale.
    Walking through the town that late morning
    I encountered my life again (or […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    Woke up one mornin’ to a brand new year

    Me heart full of hope and a little bit o’ fear

    We playin’ Norwich City in de afternoon

    So hurry down to Deepdale cos they startin’ soon

    De famous Norwich City are a […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    Fifa gave up on the truth one day;

    And ever since it happened, they’ve been talking this way,

    So fill my ears with tinsel

    Coat my eyes with butter

    And talk to me, Herr Blatter

    Tell me lies about the World […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    On Sundays after tea we kicked a ball

    Around outside until it got dark in the street,

    Maybe listened to the wireless for an hour

    (“Take it from here” or “Journey into space”).

    But tonight I curled myself […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 10 years ago

    When melancholy autumn comes to Wembley
    And hot-dog stands are lighted after tea
    The poplars by the Stadium are all trembly
    Then my mind goes back to nineteen fifty-three,
    When Puskas and his cherry-shirted […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years ago

    I don’t write about daffodils or larks ascending
    Only football … or trains
    With no rhyme at the ending
    So here is the fruit of my pains
    About trains.

    It was a three-quarters empty local, one day
    That […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years ago

    We’ll win away at Scunthorpe
    We’re going to make our mark
    Yes, we’re heading for Old Trafford
    By way of Glanford Park.

    You lose some and you draw some
    But never mind the pain
    We’re on our way to […]

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    Graham Salter published a poem on the site Football Poets 11 years ago

    (as told by T.S. Eliot)

    Sudden Death is something you can’t prepare for
    Said Bobby Robson long ago.
    That time has come again.
    Now we are the team, the scarecrow men
    Leaning together
    Arrayed like s […]

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