A welcome in August
In August 2008, we welcomed the following new contributors to this site :
And we welcome back, a blast from the past :
Isabelle Brittain who last posted in May 2006.
Click on the names above to see that person’s poem(s), or browse some selected first efforts below :
My Worst Nightmare
I had an awful nightmare
I woke up in a sweat
My heart was really racing
My clothes were ringing wet
I dreamt there was no football
Not one game in the land
For in my worst dream of all time
Football had been banned!
The stadiums had all been closed
The pitches all dug up
Old ladies all grew flowers now
Inside the F.A Cup
Footballs had been flattened
And mascots all set free
And football players without jobs
Were sent away to sea
It was a huge disaster
The Worst nightmare of all
‘Cause what would you and all do
If there was no football?
© Andrew Collet
Editor Note:This poem appears in “Football Fever-‘Poems about Football” a collection by John Foster published by Oxford University Press and you can find it or order it from any good bookstores, on Amazon or in any library.
From the Bantams to the Sky Blues
From the Bantams to the Sky Blues
I’ve been a fan for many years
Stood on the Spion Kop in the rain
Can recalll the wind, the rain, the cheers.
Watched in open mouth amazement
At the skill of a young George Best
Running rings around our full back
So much better than all the rest.
If you want a cathedral we’ve got one to spare
Came the chant from the west end crew
Out singing the fans from the Albion,
The Wolves, the Villa, and Leicester too.
So fast forward to the Ricoh Stadium
Please can this be the one when we go up
Because all us true Sky Blue fans are cheesed off
With forever talking about winning the blimmin F.A.Cup !
© kevin halls 21.08.08.
When i was little
When i was little i wanted to be,
a player on the pitch or the referee
scoring the goals, handing out the cards,
sendng players off, kicking the ball yards
When was little i wanted to be,
Just like beckham and wayne rooney
Playing for United, making new friends,
putting in all my effort until the end
When i ws little i wanted to be,
playing every game winning 6-3,
Now i’ve grown up i know what to be
a proud supporter watchin them on TV!
© Isabelle Brittain 23 Aug 2008
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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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Latest Comments
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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10th July 2024 at 6:07 pm
Hi Crispin,
I don’t know if you’ve see the picture in social media today…
a picture of a teenage Lionel Messi cradling a baby in Africa as part of a photoshoot…. the family had won a lottery to have their baby pictured with him….
the photographer has just revealed that the baby is actually in fact Lamine Yamal!!!!
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26th May 2024 at 2:30 pm
Hi Denys…
Re Man City:
OK it was 20 years ago but Criag Wilson did write this and a few others on them back in 04/05.
BTW I’m more Forest Green Rover since 2014 (and Chelsea) these days . I drum and am a standing season ticket holder .
Best
Crispin
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29th April 2024 at 2:47 pm
Hi Denys,
Yes Richard Williams you’re a brilliant wordsmith, my friend. When I first saw your football poetry I thought it was the superb Guardian sports and music writer. I once had the honour of sitting next to Richard Williams while at the Independent on the sports desk. He writes about music and sport with immense knowledge and authority. I’ve read a couple of Richard’s books recently. Great writer rather like you Richard Williams the Pompey fan. Congratulations on promotion.
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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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