Trent Morris
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Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 8 months ago
According to United, Real has no cause to whine.
Apparently, to transfer players, someone has to sign.
It’s not that hard. No Scotland Yard required to solve this crime.
The keepers were both injured. Can’t we add […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 8 months ago
Bob-a-man! Bob-a-man!
Put your money in!
Tuck your trousers into socks
and bare your boots to win!Bob-a-man! Bob-a-man!
Common’s cinder pitch.
Worked all day. It’s time to play.
One goal and you’ll be […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 8 months ago
A hot summer night. Couldn’t find the net
I’ve gotta find a winner yet
Hazard’s (not) hurt. The flame is fed.
Courtois’ out. Was shown straight redDoctor Doctor, gimme the news I got a
Bad case of Chelsea Blues […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 8 months ago
I’ll give you ten million for Thomas.
He bagged twenty-seven* last year.
That was one more than Aguero.
He’s six-fifty plus his career.Shearer had only two-sixty.
Henry? One seventy-five.
Will anyone ever touch […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 9 months ago
The sweetest ball I ever struck
jumped up (a divot – bit of luck),
and flew, topspin, o’er keeper’s head.
“Do it again,” the Scotsman said.The sweetest girls I’ve ever known,
are front of mind when I’m […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 9 months ago
Bleary-eyed. Up late. Pyjama flannels.
Surfing, searching for thirty-two panels.
All I seem to find are cycle crashes,
tennis tantrums, Greek debts, “Cops”, “Kardashians”…
Soon (I hope), I must run out of […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 10 months ago
We don’t need sophistication.
We don’t need no ball control.
No charts or chalkboards in the classroom.
Teachers, leave them kids alone.
Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it’s just another loss in […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 10 months ago
It’s Stroud, tomorrow, with you,
with something borrowed and blue.
Cast off this crowd and then
catch me a cloud bound for
Stroud, tomorrow, with you.When we hit our stride
we’ll head to Merseyside
with the wind […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 10 months ago
Vladimir invades Ukraine.
Americans plot plays for pain.
Make his Russian blood to boil.
Tell Saudis: “Flood the world. Free oil.”
This did not work as predicted.
Torture. Sporture. Swiss-inflicted.
FIFA meetings […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 11 months ago
By now we’re all immersed,
in headlines: competitions cursed
by deals of men. The bubble’s burst.
They sold our Game. The Ball’s coerced.But, …
. . . if these fortnights, interspersed
with goals and h […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 8 years, 11 months ago
The sun has come out.
Supporters shed coats
and wear jerseys alone on matchday.
The fiercest attacking
is manager-sacking.
It’s Football, in England, in May.If you need a reason
to watch, it’s next season.
The […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 1 month ago
There I was: Albaicin.
Friend’s son playing team in green.
Granada boys. They looked like pros.
You had to see it. Who’d suppose
that pros could be just four feet tall?
Age eight and nine? A size four ball?
In […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 2 months ago
The afterglow. Supporters warm,
while Pundits preach of new found form,
but Statisticians tend to lean
toward regression to the mean.
So, Tuesday, at the Etihad,
Sir Galton says, ‘It could be bad.
This Messi […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 3 months ago
In Spain, the televisions
show the matches from on high,
as if your sofa were the cheapest
seat that you could buy.
There could be one advantage
to this foreign field transmission:
a child may watch a […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 3 months ago
When I manage in the day,
the boys devised a kick-off play,
a yard ahead, then five behind,
then lofted skyward down the line.
You see, we had this kid named Khoi
(if e’er there was a speedy boy . . . ),
could […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 3 months ago
I wish I had an editor,
could make my free kick bend
like Crispin’s Crew fixes my posts
when, too soon, I hit ‘send’.
She’d use a comma to slow down
a breakout on the wing,
and periods, when facing shots,
to take […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 4 months ago
A hundred years ago,
at ten o’clock, or so,
a German waved his arms,
walked into ‘no man’s land.’
The English held their fire
(‘twould draw the Generals’ ire).
I guess you’d have to have been
there to […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 4 months ago
If I could go back to when I was just seven,
I know I’d play football again.
Time seemed to stand still and my life seemed like heaven
before we grew up to be men,
back when my only goals were the ones between […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 4 months ago
Crispin Thomas:
Chelsea man,
Football Poet,
One-man-band,
helping us
to understand
the Game we love
is much more grand
than money,
television, and
is best when played
on grass, or sand,
impromptu, ref-less,
on […] -
Trent Morris published a poem on the site Football Poets 9 years, 4 months ago
A striker’s like a poet;
(s)he’ll* use the slightest touch,
he’ll thigh, or chest, or toe it,
whisper, do, with little, much.
He’s not the midfield playwright.
He is no defender hack,
nor critic-keeper, each […] - Load More
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Latest Comments
28th April 2024 at 5:59 pm
Thanks Denys. Yes your replay poem was superb.
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26th April 2024 at 4:46 pm
Nice work, Joe. You were quick off the mark with that! Good one from Richard Williams too I see.
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25th April 2024 at 7:33 pm
Hi Denys,
Thanks mate. I’ll do it now.
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25th April 2024 at 1:56 pm
Thanks Joe,
you might like to write a poem yourself on the same subject…
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23rd April 2024 at 4:03 pm
Hi Denys
With you all the way on the abolition of FA Cup replays. What are they doing to the game?
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23rd April 2024 at 3:59 pm
Hi Crispin,
Yes sorry mate. Villa are still in Europe. Mistake rectified.
Cheers
Joe
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20th April 2024 at 12:04 pm
Hi Joe
Shouldn’t your title read your poem Farewell Europe England to everyone exccept Aston Villa ?
I know you mention them in your poem , but I do feel sorry for Villa re the national press .
Largely ignored. the hype was was all about Man City & Arsenal with a bit of a nod to the Hammers..but hardly a mention of Villa..
So well done to them
C
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
Cheers mate
Joe
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