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Sharon Jones

  • I dreamt last night that Shakespeare’s Ghost
    Went for an English teaching post
    The English paper for that year
    Had several questions on King Lear
    But Shakespeare answered less than three
    Too bad he failed GCSE! […]

  • In 1950
    The Labour government
    Was relelected with a majority
    Of just 6 but for Bevin time is racing
    Matisse with his bold colours
    Won the Grand Prize at the Venice
    Art festival and his generous heart
    Shared the […]

  • The Banks of the Mersey have always been
    A land for those frm across the seas
    Songs and words and new togues bold
    Grace our town with vibrant soul

    Liverpool Scene and always heard
    Rich with poetry Henri’s […]

  • And those bruises that blossomed like roses
    And those wishes that died on the vine
    All here in the shadows that cling to
    The promise of water and wine

    And day is for fishers of wisdom
    Whose yoke is the burden of […]

  • Water into wine
    Fishes and loaves
    Oh these ragged miracles
    Pass into echoes and shadows
    Shattered emblems of modernity
    No burning Monet will sieze
    Upon the ambition and colours of your
    Immortality
    Claim the pitch […]

  • Hamlet planning in defence
    The best way to attack
    Macbeth with blood and thunder
    And his missus on his back
    King Lear he blames the weather
    Whilst his girls they just swap sides
    Hal scores 4 for Hotspur
    As John […]

  • Are you Neruda? Lorca? Desnos?
    Does the burning heart of their wisdom
    Trace the blood of your heart
    Are you man alone?
    What dreams gather pace in the journey
    Of your blood
    What fugitive’s glory binds your boots […]

  • They write of genies on the pitches
    ‘Next Big Thing’ pinned onto walls
    But whilst their boots are blessed with spells
    They’re not the boots of
    Bobby Moore

    They came as Kopa, Muller, Johnny Rep
    Like Cantona […]

  • They were Roger Hunt and Charlie George
    Georgie Best and Denis Law
    Bobby Charlton Johnny Haynes
    But I was always
    Bobby Moore

    They copied Norman Hunter Billy Bremner
    Just Fontaine and Pele scored
    Rivelino Puskas […]

  • A long, long time ago… I can still remember how
    His football used to make me smile.
    And he knew if he had a chance,
    That he could make that terrace dance,
    And make the people happy for a while
    But September […]

  • P Maguire published a poem on the site Football Poets 12 years ago

    The Justice Bell tolls
    Ninety six times “Ninety six”
    Chimes the Justice Bell.

  • Football poems tumbling from 10,000 feet
    Weaving between the dreams and aspirations
    Of sky and pitch
    Meet between the gaps of words
    Messi melted more wings than Icarus
    His blistering boots sparked by […]

  • Fickle these football gods
    Make sport of us all
    With a turn of fortune’s wheel
    And a flick of the ball.

  • But not Bad Boy Balotelli
    He’s a Frankie Worthington in bling
    Stan Bowles with a decent haircut
    One or two spectacular goals
    For metube and fame is sign sealed and twittered
    But Barca for all of their verve and […]

  • How times have changed
    Education now recognizes the impact of football
    Marketing Media and Finance
    That tripartite of success…
    Ghosts of Clarets past smile out from black and white nostalgia
    Whilst I think of […]

  • Your diamond eyes
    23 Carra blue
    Batter my heart
    Like Gerrard’s boots

    This Ring of Fire Allez Les Rouges
    My Kenny Dalglish my Ian Rush
    You trap my dreams Nutmeg my soul
    You’re Shankly’s words
    You’re Robbie’s […]

  • Messi plays football no strings attached
    His tricks Hundreds & Thousands scattered
    Sky bound aerial acrobats
    Black arrows dive bombing
    Breach traffic lights mock hidden lenses
    Dart left then right cut strips of […]

  • Come back Kenny
    And turn defences dizzy
    With your Presley hips
    As your magic dazzles all who watch
    Come back Kenny
    And once more your name an anthem
    Reaches the Red skies from throats
    Blistered with hope and […]

  • Our voice in the wild
    Wastelands of new poetry
    Football Poets Heard.

  • Come back Kenny
    And turn defences dizzy
    With your Presley hips
    As your magic dazzles all who watch
    Come back Kenny
    And once more your name an anthem
    Reaches the Red skies from throats
    Blistered with hope and […]

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