Poems tagged ‘Dreams’
veneer
This little-boy-masquerading-as-senior-citizen
still dreams –
but it seems
reality is ever more clear-cut;
for every piercing pain
or aching joint
brings an inevitablility of non-attainment
to this football-nut!
Keep Football Out of The Bedroom
A tense game played out at top volume.
Weeds three feet high,
make tidy play almost impossible.
A pass back short, away from the defender.
A collective lunge,
the ball skids high over our keeper.
Next thing I know I’m flat on the floor,
water flying, books, electronics,
in upended uproar.
My desperate kick to save one for the team,
caused me to crash out of my bed,
and out of my dream.
My wife wondered what the noise was about.
I suggest foxes playing football,
in a late knockabout.
In a post-match interview, I was forced to admit,
my poor back pass caused the commotion,
and put me on my arse.
Better than the real thing?
Who, or what
could be better than Messi?!?!
well…
try me
bed bound
in the dead of night
under the spotlight
like Walter Mitty
in a ditty
dream machine engages
there’s a stillness to the night –
sleep has zero’d in on the whole household
bar one
the night owl
the habitual moon-walker
and in the dying moments
afore they too join the slumber party
even the tiniest movements
create a deafening din
a twisting of a tap
and a waterfall spouts, torrents into the tumbler;
a rifling through pockets
for the softest of tissues
to dab the runniest of noses
sounds like a full-on firing range;
but despite all this uproar
the biggest racket is reserved
when finally the land of nod beckons
and the head nestles into duck-down wadding;
the eyelids flutter, then settle, open no more
but the dream machine engages
and over the shindig of snores
there’s the loudest of roars
when the Wednesdayite shoots and scores!
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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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