Poems tagged ‘England’
Nicely Poised.
An able Kane nets a deuce
Ingerland produce
Inspiring a nation-wide roar
and but for a – it seemed to me –
VeryAverageReferee
Yer man could have bagged three or four!
A word on the interesting Maguire
Though at times looking tired
As he strode through the strength sapping heat…
A la the majestic Scirea
Seasoned Libero and player
Played the game with his brain not his feet!
Sweden Belgium England Win haiku~WC Day 5
Sweden 1-0 South Korea
South Korea raise
more questions for V A R
on that Sweden pen
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Belgium 3-0 Panama
Belgium at a stroll
like the sculptors they’ve become
carve new boys apart
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Tunisia 1-2 England
patience brings reward
England snatch a last gasp win
Kane you believe it?
World Cup day 5
Swedes start life without Zlatan
Sweden 1-0 South Korea
Ibrahimovic had said earlier
“The World Cup without me,
is not worth watching”
To some that’s a desperate plea
But the Blågult kept their nerve
With Son’s pace on the counter spin
It’s been a long sixty years
Since an opening day win
With no Zlatan in charge
Granqvist with the penalty
It’s now about Toivonen and Berg
Teamwork and unity
Belgique rule the roost
Belgium 3-0 Panama
Belgium stroll literally
Not to mention metaphorically
Mertens with a superb volley
To liven things up in Sochi
They took a while to get going
But Lukaku headed number two
De Bruyne supplies the magic
As his Red Devil’s plot to go through
Too strong for the newbies
Hard feeding the drip
Martinez tops Group Three
Lukaku with a deft chip
Captain Kane to the rescue
Tunisia 1-1 England
It was a dream start for England
First blood from Captain Kane
Kyle Walker turned street brawler
Sassi exacting penalty pain
We saw an attack of the midges
Attacking without rhyme or reason
Gifts from the Volga River
After all it is breeding season
You can’t keep a class striker down
Three Lions with miss after miss
Harry Kane seals it at the death
Volgograd to see the back of this
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Happy To Be Here~WC Day 4
Russia FIFA shams aside
feelings we all share
put my cynic hat away
happy to be here
moment’s fin’lly come around
as it sometimes will
this time it’s indifference
that’s replaced the thrill
painted homes and England flags
voted with their feet
hope is hanging somewhere
not upon our street
what if we could just for once
overcome our fear
like Iceland and Mexico
just happy to be here
It’ll End In Tears
Stock up the fridge
with pizzas and beer,
as the World Cup
is finally here.
Cancel that holiday
go on the sick,
say while in the garden
you got bit by a tick.
It’s football’s showpiece
on every four years,
where England fans
end up forlorn and in tears.
When our keeper wobbles
and gets in a sweat,
he’ll fumble a cross
or throw the ball in his net.
And then in a crowded pub
drinking lager we all shout,
” Oh no we’ve lost again
in another bloody penalty shoot out. ”
WC2018 Day 1 – Mish Mash Mix
52 years of hurt – perpetuated
Route 66:
Ramsey
ramrods
Irons roster –
resulting in rousing renditions
of raucous revelry
Russia 2018:
Southgate
sojourns
with squad of softies;
sceptics surmising
serial non-success
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Rainbow?
some of us face exclusion
by dint of geography
from the forthcoming football fest
for some it’s too far to travel
for others, the hosts have too far to travel
towards inclusivity
where innocuously holding hands
could be a ticket
to a match in jail
~ # ~
Before the World Cup Starts:
Fans will reach fever pitch
Here’s the calm before the storm
Just 48 hours now
‘Til daily matches are the norm
And because the preceding tv schedules
Are so very, very light
I’m catching up on recordings
To take me through the night
I scroll through my backlog
Simon Reeve gets first knocking
His world-wide sojourns
Usually somewhere shocking
As is the case for this series
Where he heads to Caribbean shores
All interesting enough –
But we see no footy scores
Tho’ we do see, as he patrols with militia
A football rolling down the road
Under the wheels of an armoured vehicle
Half expecting it to explode
For this is lawless city
The most dangerous place on earth
One full of balaclavas
And Hondurans devoid of mirth
I wonder will they support
Any of their near neighbours
Costa Rica or Panama –
As they go through World Cup labours?
Or will they save allegiance
Just like Simon’s driver:
Chelsea – from a land far removed
From a Caribbean deep sea diver
The show introduces a cardiac cuff –
A lie-detector measuring heart rate spikes
Just imagine the fun if we’re involved on July 15th –
Out sick, but generating 100m likes!
Note:
San Pedro Sula – “deadliest city on the planet”
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At the end of the World Cup:
Arms aloft
Trophy held high
Faces beam
Gaze up to the sky
Stars will be lauded
Stories will be told
Laurels bedeck
The heads of the bold
Value will soar
Agents will chase
Punters will crave
This new-found ace
May Contain Hope ~ World Cup 2014 Remix
it’s hard work watching England
like watching fresh paint dry
the old guard have departed
we’re giving kids a try
we lower expectations
the flags are far and few
we should at least be grateful
we made the thirty two
we never thought we’d see the day
when this World Cup would be
without the likes of Holland
Chile ….Italy
the test will be the big boys
but hey it’s here at last
forget our hate of FIFA
for now it’s in the past
Up first we face Tunisia
and then it’s Panama
before the might of Belgium
at least we’ll get that far
we dare not look who we might face
if we should make it through
remember Wales and Iceland
whatever else you do ?
Wembley wasn’t crumbled
and built in just a day
we’re still a ‘work in progress’
there’s little more to say
our friendlies and prelimin’ries
they cloud the way we feel
we’re on another rocky road
a giant hamster wheel
the Vardys and the Sterlings
they flatter to deceive
we look to Kane and Rashford
to help us all believe
the cost of going won’t put off
our dreadful droning band
and still our fans will be there
to be the extra man
our manager has fresh ideas
and though he seems to cope
same old weasrning on the tin.
may contain hope !
My First World Cup in ‘58
The mists of time have not erased
The moments of those summer days
The images on our TV
In black and white they transfixed me
the beauty of the game back then
when you and I were only ten
And in our playgrounds we became
Garrincha ~Pelé ~Just Fontaine
In matches we would emulate
That first World Cup in 58
No choices like we have today
You watched whatever anyway
The four home nations were all there
And England’s hopes soon disappeared
But outside in the London heat
We held our World Cup on the street
With lost or worn out tennis balls
We chalked our goal posts on the walls
The neighbours used to remonstrate
That World Cup back in 58
The shoes I wrecked the knees I grazed
The kickabouts went on for days
With crazy scorelines every time
From fifteen nil to eighteen nine
On gravel and down at the park
We’d stay out there til after dark
The Summer football that we played
Will always last and never fade
When we would run to recreate
That World Cup back in ‘58
Russian Campaign
Napoleon tried in eighteen-twelve,
But didn’t have much luck.
Then Hitler swooped in forty-one,
Yet he too came unstuck.
Now England’s bound for Russia,
Though this time there’s no war.
We’re not hell-bent on conquest,
Just want to play football.
Our hopes, as ever, are sky-high,
That Cup’s there for the taking.
While less stout hearts – France, Spain, Brazil,
With fear are all a-quaking.
The Russian President’s not keen
On us, but listen, Putin –
In Heav’n above our Patron Saint,
Brave George for us is rootin’.
Red cross against white background,
With pride his flag we wave,
And lustily in song we ask
Our God the Queen to save.
We’re set to leave the EU,
Because “Brexit means Brexit”.
But from this tournament let’s pray
We don’t make a swift exit.
3/6/18
Denys E. W. Jones
World Cup Russia 32 Team haiku
on Argentina haiku
big contenders these
Messi leads the white and blue
will it be this time ?
on Australia
Cahill’s waltzing squad
return from the land of Oz
while Matildas dream
on Belgium haiku
bursting with young skill
Eden’s pace and Lukaku
spear these Red Devils
on Brazil haiku
Neymar to Jesus
rhythmic touch to samba beat
will their swagger rule?
on Colombia haiku
dark horses always
Rodriguez the star upfront
could they go the course?
on Costa Rica haiku
with Ruiz’s pace
Los Ticos can cause a stir
when that magic flows
on Croatia haiku
always one to fear
Modric now the playmaker
for Mandzukic’s pace
on Denmark haiku
nice pastries aside
Eriksen the vital spark
to Danes dynamite
on Egypt haiku
will Salah be fit
Pharoahs focus on defence
as a country waits
on England haiku
emphasis on youth
still the Sterlings and Rashfords
need to find their best
on France haiku
over-crammed with stars
will they drop like croissant crumbs
falling to their knees?
on Germany haiku
Ozil at the heart
always first to raise the bar
and to lay their towels
on Iceland haiku
smallest nation here
Sigurdsson the main class act
teamwork heart and beards
on Iran haiku
Queiroz at the helm
Team Melli arrive in hope
Azmoun leads the line
on Japan haiku
here on Russian soil
Kagawa and Honda’s skill
power these guys on
on Korea Republic haiku
southern winds still blow
with their new belief and pace
Cha Bum-kun the star
on Mexico haiku
Los Aztecan strength
Hernandez the constant threat
will they shine or fall?
on Morocco haiku
nothing here to lose
Atlas Lions know no fear
passion at their core
on Nigeria haiku
to their Afro beat
Moses powers Eagles on
Mikel still the spine
on Panama haiku
debut boys this time
Roman Torres fires a squad
happy to be here
on Peru haiku
like their altitude
Los Incan hopes soar and rest
on Farfan upfront
on Poland haiku
Polish Eagles dream
Lewandowski heads the pack
always posing threats
on Portugal haiku
lighting ev’ry match
like some whirlwind fanning flame
’til Ronaldo strikes
on Russia haiku
struck by injuries
Smolov now the only threat
even on home turf
on Saudi Arabia haiku
swarming round like Bees
sailing in uncharted seas
but can they win games?
on Senegal haiku
talent out in force
Koulibsaly and Mane
shine among the pearls
on Serbia haiku
Eagles hopes will pin
on Matic and Mitrovic
in this tricky side
on Spain haiku
there or thereabouts
Iniesta and Costa
make this time-bomb tick
on Sweden haiku
no Ibra this time
short on names but spirited
always in the mix
on Switzerland haiku
just like chocolate
with Shaqiri’s box of tricks
always tempting fate
on Tunisia haiku
capable of shocks
always drumming up a storm
England should beware
on Uruguay haiku
ever dangerous
Suarez and Cavani shine
never rule them out
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27th November 2024 at 5:55 am
‘You’re Supposed To Be At Home’ is an excellent and moving poem Denys.
You start off thinking it’s just about another oft-sung chant, one we personally heard a lot last season throughout our second relegation in a row here at Forest Green(FGR) ! I always love poems where you think they are saying one thing and then they suddenly pull you deeper to somewhere or something else else.
I’m currently helping in a local school for FGR in a voluntary capacity using football to help young students with reading. At an upcoming session we will tackle racism, just like we did in workshops at football schools and grounds when we first started this site 24 years ago. I’m gonna try and weave your poem into a session.
We’ve added it to the Anti- Racism/Kick It Out section under Crispin’s Corner.
Best C
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26th November 2024 at 1:59 pm
Great poem and great to see you back Wyn.
Don’t leave it so long next time my friend!
More please.
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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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