Poems tagged ‘The Ball’
The Ball~ 2002 to Now
it’s a dream that would blossom two decades ago
when the Spirit of Football gave birth
to a symbol that’s more than just something you kick
but unites everyone on this Earth
and it’s rolled and been kicked by many a foot
it’s been headed and signed on the way
and it’s passed through their hands as it travels the lands
to ev’ry World Cup since that day …
it began when some friends had a notion
you could say they were drawn by a call
but it set off a story that every four years
sees the journey and trek of The Ball
from Battersea Park where the first game was played*
it was there in two thousand and two
that the first trip began to Korea and Japan
and those wonderful lands it passed through
and the Ball would be played with on beaches
in playgrounds in cities and towns
on hillsides and streets and in far-flung retreats
and wherever the moment was found
there were games played in secret in China
in the mountains where shadows would fall
there were monks in their boots and their long crimson robes
and they played just like us with The Ball
in 2006 it was Germany
and it made many friends on the way
in a world that is often divided
it brought people together through play
in another four years it was spinning once more
to Africa though many lands
it brought joy and delight ev’ry day ev’ry night
as it passed from those feet and those hands…
it’s been juggled by children and grown ups
it embodies the heart of the game
it’s been held like a torch and a beacon of hope
it’s our own little circular flame
and whatever you do and wherever you live
whether you’re big or you’re small
if you’re blind or disabled or lonely
you can’t beat the touch of the ball
it was there in Brazil and in Russia
and right now it’s travelling once more
and it’s making new friends on it’s journey
to another long far distant shore
but it’s not being kicked to Qatar
there are too many reasons to name
but instead it’s embracing the Women’s next year
at the core of the Beautiful Game
and in Oz and New Zealand** you’ll find it
it will thrill and unite and enthral
it’s the essence of bringing together
our one world with love and one ball
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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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