Football Poets

Farewell the sands of time that fastened
Farewell to lovers whence I stole
A willin’ heart and willin’ lips
I cannot leave but I must go

The best of years I gave, and freely
Me money spent and rarely wise
But the […]

Bill Shankly delivered the grace of the peace
With Yeats and St. John, and Sir Roger Hunt’s feet
The Anfield cathedral is where the faithful are found
All join together at this the holiest of ground
They come w […]

I’ve seen the sun set in many a place
I’ve seen the moon light many a road
Yet when I stand before the Shankly Gates
Lord only then will I know I’m home

I’ve kissed the fickle lips of glory
And made her willin’ […]

We were born in the year of 1892
Houlding boys sent out to play in the white & blue
But the time came for changing as God watched and said
“Get them new shirts I want my boys in red!”

So we split from the kippers […]

The skies were fused with clouds and thunder
Lightning coursed in stolen gowns
Strange visions danced like ghosts before me
Man’s old plagues despair and doubt
They nagged and gnawed inside my head
My senses r […]

The Angel of Anfield came down from heaven
He has a red scarf in one hand in the other a bible
He was watching the kids with their mothers, their aunties
And their uncles, their cousins, some twice removed, their […]

Let Anfield remember the days that bred
Such faithful sons of Spion
When Dalglish wore the shirt of red
With a Liver Bird to rest his heart on
When the Kop with standards of Red unfurled
Walked on to Rome and […]

Last night I had a happy dream
Though restless where I be
I dreamed again our bold Redmen
Were crowned once more as Kings
And how I got excited
When the Kopites loud did roar
Oh Gra mo chree I long to see
The […]

Sweet the old dreams
That linger in silence and shadow
So many moons that sailed
The cloudless ocean
My old nights washed away
Red wave upon each wave
Standing terrace warm scarf
Frozen toes and frozen […]

I wonder why it is that the world
Is packed with strikers who promise to
Score myriad goals then proceed to
Give nothing at all except talk
These are the clouds that appear
High above African skies
And then […]

Footballer or Poet
Poet or Footballer
Choice between either
You can’t have both
Dalglish and Rush?
Faber and Faber?
Perhaps neither.

A sight to warm a lass’s heart
A picture smooth and lovely
Like porcelain the rarest flower
A sensorous fragile beauty

A sight to hold her eyes enthralled
Pull birds down from the trees
A word to keep her love […]

If Freddie Shepherd had a heart
He’d find a place for Gazza at St James’s Park
Training the youngsters he’d be sound
He should be in football, at this ground

It’s sad to se a hero broken
“By his own hand” some […]

“For me, Jamie Carragher has played all of the season at a good level” (Rafa Benitez)

Our Jamie’s had a season sound
And lit up the turf of our blessed ground
A rock he’s been and hard as iron
Best man in our […]

The penalty decisions the flurry of cards
The free kicks we won all over the park
The goals that went in if you’re red and not blue
The Champions League Final that can’t come too soon

The fall out at Burnley when […]

Well done lads just one more to go
So smile and bring arl Big Ears home
Djib was sound and found the net
Not bad a lad who snapped his leg
Who cares we’re fifth the boss is sound
He’s found his feet upon this […]

At the end of the football season
The cull begins
The knives slip into bent backs
And two faced smiles crack
The door flung open
The boot lands
And the p45 falls silently
Upon the door mat.

By the banks of the Mersey
We sing the old songs
A prayer and a wish and hymn
Wrapped up in the red
With nought but a dream
To warm our poor hearts from the wind

Brave men of our blood
Who would take to the […]

Do yer hear us Bill Shankly
Can yer see through God’s veil
Do yer pull on your auld shirt
And boots fastened well

Are yer here down at Anfield
Once more with yer boys
Do yer smile up at the Kop
As we sing as one […]

A team built with passion and driven with pride
Their football the finest a true champion’s side
The dream of Bill Shankly about to be born
In the boots of St. John and the heart of Moran

Lawler and Sir Roger R […]