Poems tagged ‘Pre-Season’
Strawberries and dream / different strokes
Thwack!
Cold, hard steel smites tightly wound rubber banded core – Fore!
The least times the better
Thwack! (grunt!)
Steely-eyed metronome smites steel-edged hi-tensile cat-gut against
Rubber-encased pressurised air, over a taut net
The least times the better
Thwack! (grunt!) ouch!
A steel-edged hoe smites rock solid ground
To little or no horticultural effect
The least times the better
We’re now in that hazy, lazy void of a calendar
Even post AfCON, Copa America, WWC
Oh how I long for the surety
Where each thwack, could be boot to ball, or
Well-timed clash of well-honed bodies colliding, fairly
Where each strike of the ball is aimed, to settle squarely
IN the net
The more times the better
would choose / chews wood
On a glorious mid-summer’s day
when the solar-source commands us to
do-nothing-but-sit-out-and-read
and even gets us to
skip-the-tv-grunt-grunt-baseline-chaseline-at-SW19;
instead, I watch the dogged determination
of the crinkly, wrinkly-nosed pup entitled Archie
as he gnaws animatedly on numerous sticks
a demented shredding machine, but with no baler!
I switch back to the Sunday paper –
ignoring the front pages, which are covered
in choice Christening snaps, of Archie’s privileged namesake;
no, my interest is purely in the Sports Section
(too soon for any significant Tour de France news)
so it’s the footy feature that fascinates:
Lamps set to shine again at the Bridge
Pogba stirring
disappointment of 4th place for the Lionesses
and just general transfer gossip, like….
Who will switch to whom?
Who will end up with splinters on a new bench?
Who will put in wooden performances? Perhaps at Forest?
Who will be going of their own volition?
Who will be going as a makeweight?
Who’s next, for Pep to make great?
All sizzling tittle-tattle, on a sizzling day
the sun continues to perform its searing miracle
the incessant rays shutter-down the eyelids….
Archie continues to chew / coo (take your pic) (sic)
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Latest Comments
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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