Sharon Jones
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Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
All the way to Wembley
From the cauldron that is Rome
A growing faith that dares to hope
Is football coming home? -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Der “Golden Bomber”
From whose graceful crop
Came the rich harvest
Of goals
The yellow fire
Illuminated with
Dreams of glory
Outshining the noise
From the turbulent terrace,
And now as graceful in def […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Finnish fans chanting
“Christian”, Danes answering
With love “Eriksen”. -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
I have stood upon near empty terraces
Beneath sunshine
Dodging rain
Caught betwixt nets of past dreams
And their long refrains
Oh, those long-gone games
Between whose goal posts
My days gavel memory and […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
No more the raised eyebrow
The gestures along the touchline
The Corleone growls of despair
And now the sands of Crosby silent
Beneath the gaze of the Gormley statues
More permanent than contracts,
The toffee […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Life is like football
We get kicked around
Sometimes we’re up
Sometimes we’re down
Some days we win
Some days we lose
We often see red
We all get the blues
But what ‘ere the resul […]
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Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Give us this day our daily red
Our football lives is how we’re bred
The power and the glory of Ian St John
And Liverpool greats now sadly gone
Give us Bill Shankly and Uncle Bob
Who loved our club and did […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Let’s get real
It’s not that Liverpool
Failed to deliver on passes
It’s all down to the fact
Klopp is wearing new glasses! -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
A word for Frank Worthington, memorable goals
Elvis in footie boots pure Rock & Roll
A maverick magician with the swag of the street
Got the terrace all thumping and up off its feet
Match of the Day Bolton […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Rose Reilly remains
Lone Scottish world cup winner
Pride of Italy. -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
If Jesus returns
To Liverpool we then move
St John inside left. -
Sharon Jones‘s profile was updated 4 years ago
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Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
I think of you
This same day that comes round
Each year
As the passage of time
Between us
Lengthens
Until by grace
We meet againThe Reds win or lose
Are bond between
Father and Daughter
I […] -
Sharon Jones‘s profile was updated 4 years ago
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Sharon Jones commented on a poem on Football Poets 4 years ago
Lovely poem Kev.
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Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
Some hearts are scrawled on walls in chalk
Splayed from the incessant hiss of graffiti mischief
Deliciously illicitly scribbled
Tagged and snagged
With initials and street sentiment
Others are carved […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
We fall in love with football
Almost unconsciously
The exact moment like birth not remembered
Perhaps fragments of infancy posited
Alongside childhood dreams
And growing painsThe sweet confusions […]
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Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 4 years ago
When football is not quite the Beautiful Game
It’s flowing locks locked down and cramped
Messed up in clumsy tackles and mistimed passes
And our hearts choked in pandemic pandemonium
Glued to tellys and […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 5 years ago
A windswept beach and the Gormley statues
The footprints of Ancelotti across the Crosby sands
And now Marine Fc in that self same corner of the world
A club named after the local pub
Enjoy the magic of the […] -
Sharon Jones published a poem on the site Football Poets 5 years ago
As a youngster falling in love with football
And all things Liverpool Fc
I watched Colin Bell in his pomp for City
A blur of blonde brilliance
Bright shining in light blue
His fireworks lit up Maine Road […] - Load More
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Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
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7th June 2025 at 5:57 pm
Very well put! My recent favourite came when visiting Chesterfield. They have the ‘LMD Vacuum Excavation Stand’.
May be if you’re in the vacuum excavation business, it’s a beautiful sounding name.
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24th May 2025 at 7:19 am
Hi Steve
I’ve come across you before on the live poetry circuit…something I’ve also been involved in since the late 90s at slams, gigs and festivals. Did you ever get to Glasto?
I was also at Swindon when José subbed and berated Kevin in a League Cup game for Chelsea….
Salah as you point out went the same way…
Be interesting to see Kev’s next move?
Best
Crispin
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24th April 2025 at 1:05 pm
Hey Denys..love this
“You may be a miner working down a pit.
You may be a rock star playing sold out gigs.
You may be a fireman putting out a blaze.
You may be an inmate chalking off the days. ”
Not just Dylan but maybe an unintentional nod to and shades of Ian Dury’s enigmatic ‘What A Waste’ rhythmic scanning..eg:
I could be the driver in an articulated lorry
I could be a poet I wouldn’t need to worry
I could be a teacher in a classroom full of scholars
I could be the sergeant in a squadron full of wallahs
What a waste
What a waste
Was lucky enough to meet and interview him twice.
Best wishes from Forest Green to Genoa C
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8th March 2025 at 2:34 pm
Thanks Crispin
I’ve been to FGR a couple of times in the past – great food! Barnet look like they have the NL sewn up for this season, but I wish you well for promotion next season.
Regards, Beth
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11th January 2025 at 8:13 am
TO ADD THIS TO THIS POEM’S COMMENT:WELCOME BACK DAVID MOYES!!!
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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13th September 2024 at 6:14 pm
Welcome to Football Poets Beth
Great evocative poem Beth….
More please !
Haiku always welcome.
Hope we (FGR) get to play you again soon
Best
Crispin
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26th July 2024 at 6:25 pm
Great poem Mike Bartram. Eddie was a legend, affectionately known in Liverpool as, “the first hooligan.” Even the hoolies were well dressed in those days. The amazing thing was he was only 26 when that picture was taken. He’d played for Everton youth team and was well known to the players. He never got arrested. They threw him out and he climbed back in, just in time for Derek Temples winner.
I used the picture of him being tackled to the ground on the front cover of my book, “Once Upon a rhyme in Football.” It’s worth looking on youtube and finding the re-enactment of the Wembley scene. Frank Skinner and Baddiel went around to Eddies home in the 1990’s and acted it out on the green outside. It’s hilarious, especially all the effort they put in to get Eddie sober enough to shoot the scene.
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