Poems tagged ‘Covid-19’
Until We Go To Games Again
until we go to games again
I’m trawling way down mem’ry lane
the times my fingers near turned blue
the dramas being there with you
and Covid’s got me looking back
at what it is we miss we lack
the times we tried but never could
be close to what we dreamed was good
how little did we know back then
how long before we’d go again
but to be on that windblown hill
I’d swap it all to be there still
in spite of how we moaned up there
regardless of the time of year
the South Stand up at the New Lawn
is like some endless Narnia dawn
but still we watched on freezing nights
on cold weekends or by floodlight
but I would give it all my friend
to simply go to games again
and though we view when games are streamed
it’s an apocalyptic scene
where ground staff sanitize the ball
and no one can shake hands at all
the vacant stands the masks and sounds
you get inside an empty ground
the touchline rants and frantic shouts
of “”hold the ball” and “get it out!”
the coach who yells forever more
the words we’ve never heard before
the screamed expletives at the ref
the hope we keep until the death
we watch at home and just pretend
that we are back there once again
how odd to once more hear a crowd
it’s gonna sound extremely loud
and oh how strange to stand so near
the fans without these masks we wear
without the risk of touching things
that living through pandemics brings
we helpless fans are all the same
all longing to go to a game
but still how brilliant when this ends
to be there standing once again
Often, I am permitted to return to a football pitch
As if it were a scene made up by the mind,
That is not mine, but is a place maintained by a groundsman,
Goalmouth gaping, players assembled
That is mine, so near to the heart, ready for play
An eternal acre or so folded in all movement,
So that there is a ball therein
That is a made place, raised by floodlights
Wherefrom the shadows of the players fall
Wherefrom fall all the stadia I am
All likenesses of The First Game of Football
Whose goalposts are flames lit to all games
And all those who play, who have played or wish to play
Or who watch and to all who understand
Whose games are a disturbance of teams within a world
That is a field folded.
It is only a dream of the grass blowing
And players’ urging and acting in the game
Whose secret we see in a children’s game
By Roy of the Rovers told.
Often I am permitted to return to a football pitch
Across white lines and into the playing area
As if it were a given property of the mind
That certain bounds hold against chaos,
That is a place of first permission to play
Everlasting omen of the joy
That it is to play, to watch
And to be.
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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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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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