Poems tagged ‘Haiku’
The Agony & Ecstasy of Fans ~9 haiku
joy and pain so clear
etched with paint upon each face
when they win or lose
yes we’re bored with waves
as they jump and scream each time
they’re up on the screen
in despair and then…
suddenly all garish grins
look..please look..it’s me!
who dictates we need
stunning girls or kids in tears…
to enjoy a game?
magnify the pain
spotlight on the nerves and fear
in case we don’t feel
is this all we are
background décor for each match…
or am I just sad?
still it would be strange..
like some cardboard cut-out crowd
if they were not there?
and you have to ask
what would it be like without
all these crazy fans
agony and ecstasy
together in harmony
fans go through it all~
Haiku for the Talented
Kicked about the park
Columbia’s shining light
Goodbye Rodriguez
Two Rob(be)(i)ns (Haiku)
Two robins. Backyard.
Went in for my camera.
Fell behind two-nil~
America The Brave.( Haiku.)
Sad Klinsmanns last stand.
American braves go West.
Yankees are shot down.
Sunk Cost (Haiku)
What if I told you
the first complete football match
my wife watched with me:
Argentina-Swiss,
and the story gets better:
with two minutes left
Fighting misery,
thinking we’ll see spot kicks home,
we both leave the pub.
Thought I was too old
to learn obvious lessons.
Sunk cost. See it through.
Semis approaching
Our anniversary day.
Sunk cost. See them taped.
Day 19 Deja Vu (Haiku)
Watched the same match twice.
Africa knocks at the door.
Europe slams on hand.
But we saw football
from these two great continents
who can claim Zidane!
Lesson of the day?
Organization trumps skill;
more like war than art.
War of attrition.
Close enough to make gamble,
then be torn apart.
Nigeria. Kings.
Beheaded by Pogba’s. Own
honourable ends.
Mesut’s was needed.
Kindergarten play in box.
Now he has more friends.
But here’s the Low down:
The outcome never in doubt
Schurrle. Ozil. Zwei.
Evra time they play,
Germany shares studs, not ball.
French are left to cry.
But it’s more Klose now.
Will France avenge Eighty-two?
Forty? Their best team?
Les Bleus have gone deep
alternate Cups since hosting.
Octennial dream.
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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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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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