Poems tagged ‘1914’
Remembrance Sunday, 11/11/2024
WE must NEVER forget
never, ever, forget
in the same way
that we never forget
our first match
our first goal
our first victory
our favourite dink
our favourite nutmeg
our favourite skill / tackle / save
our first icon
our first visit – to anywhere and everywhere;
we must never forget –
because if we do
we’ll be beaten
in a way that is unforgiveable;
for if we forget
we’ll troop off the pitch, heads bowed
because we left something out there
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TRAITORS XI
REMEMBER:
Many went to war
for us,
for our freedom
for our right – to exist, as we must, as we should
free of choice
free of voice;
our voices –
cheer for the exalted –
icons on verdant green
where they preen, and primp
and yes, block, haul down, deny
but where the better ones, fly…
through the air
meeting leather, with leathered foreheads
or with rainbow laces, mid-air, in contorted
but controlled, fashion.
They play, with a passion
we cheer, with even greater passion;
but Passchendaele
Verdun, Somme, Dogger Bank;
Midway, Dunkirk, Alamein, Normandy…
we can all agree
drew many, in their hundreds of thousands, nay millions,
to battle
to witness
to steer
our future – OUR future
in a way, that could never be their futures;
they waded
through mud and blood
and trenches soiled with death and fear
so that we might never have to fear – for OUR lives;
on their journey
was a tiny detour –
a “Stille Nacht”
where Wehrmacht, und Tommie
played out a match so revered –
that it is not yet forgotten;
and forgotten – it must NEVER BE;
the poppies and wreaths that we lay….
Commemorate all before us
so that we may play….
in PEACE.
So lining out for a Traitors XI….
Putin; Kim Jung On; Pol Pot; Idi Amin; Suddam Hussein;
Gadaffi; Marcos; Hoxha; Bin Laden; Videla; Karadzic
and too many subs, too many squads, to mention
The Christmas Truce
Our family football scarf holds many memories, from its time within our clan,
Some fantastic tales come with it, as it’s passed from man to man.
Great, great granddad Jim told how he got the scarf when he went off to war,
A gift from his father to remind him of home, when he had left these shores.
That was back in 1914, when he and thousands of young men,
Set sail to sea, for queen and country, some never seen again.
He told of how that Christmas time, the enemies called a truce,
They sat and shared their food and drink, and hostilities were diffused.
They even played a football match, after they had finished dinner
Great granddad Jim was the proudest man, as he had scored the winner.
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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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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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