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Poetry Archives

This archive contains every poem that has been published on Football Poets. They are listed ten-per-page in reverse chronological order so the most recent poems appear first. Click or tap the arrows in the corners of the page to navigate between pages. It's easier to use the search form below to find a specific poem.

Arise King Kenny

Kenny Dalglish
He picked up the bling
Now a sir
But always the king

number7
© emdad rahman

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Not Wiped Out

not wiped out but mapped
our dreams and the ground
helicopter blades

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A Swindon Town Remembrance Pilgrimage

We must have numbered a football team,
Umbrellas unfurled at the cenotaph,
Where we spoke of Walter Tull and Spurs,
And Swindon Town and Northampton Town
Footballers who fell in the Great War –
The rain providing a suitably melancholy backdrop,
As we made our hilltop climb to Christ Church,
A welcoming peal rather than a knell
Resonating across the Old Town sky,

While we gathered, inside, by the war memorial,
Inscribing George Bathe’s name on a remembrance cross,
George Bathe, STFC, KIA 1915,
A memento mori for all to share,
Carried by George’s great-nephew, Phil,
Before we made our blue plaque way to Radnor Street,
To talk of Freddie Wheatcroft, star Swindon striker,
Killed in Action,
And Alfred Williams, the Railway Poet,
And the writer Edward Thomas who loved Swindon so much,
Killed in Action.

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Fort William Fc

When all seems stocked against you
And the future aye looks bleak
The road at times seems way too long
The mountains sure too steep
Hope ‘gainst hope and pull on boots
Walk on walk on so bold
Play on for Highland pride the mon
Aye claim the victor’s goal.

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The Fox

Can a Fox cry, one did today?
Five lives tragically taken away.
A crying Fox is something new.
I shed a tear alongside him too.

As a red I cheered your fairy tale.
Brilliant to see the top dogs fail!
The Fox, he ruled, so justly proud.
But today he only sees a cloud.

A golden Fox with tear in eye.
But ‘Foxes never Quit’ that’s no lie.
So given strength Fox, you’ll be ok.
You can’t keep a proud Fox at bay

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A day with orphans!

‘Who’ll hear the orphan’s cry?
‘They’re full of fear and dread’
We took our team on the road
To play football with them instead

Haji Eusuf orphanage, Chattak
We met 53 orphans that day
Zoinul and Moshahid had it all lined up
Rounding off with some sunset play

We took pictures and shared gifts
The orphans smiles put us to shame
We were itching to get on that pitch
To play the beautiful game

So gaffers Shaheed and Mehdi
List two orphan teams on a pad
Favourites Abdal, Waj, Abu, Yarimi
Bench stars Saif, Diya, Emdad

But we didn’t care for big names
The orphans were fighting fit
They ran and ran like Olympians
With us adding our little bit

I had to pull a trick for a goal
But then Yarimi beat the keeper
My shot came off the post
Diya pounced for the winner

With plenty game time left
It was time for a dirty prank
Poor Abdal smashed into the hoardings
Only way to stop that tank

With Abu pulling the strings
Saif was our brick wall
Ref Jay whistled to give us the win
Our orphans stood proud and tall

‘I’ve never seen them so happy,
‘I pray you’re all blessed from above’
A local expressed her feelings
On football spreading the love

At the Human Relief Foundation
Raisah’s match summary
Gobindogonj has played host to
The ‘best game in HRF history’

‘Who’ll hear the orphan’s cry?
‘They’re full of fear and dread’
We took our team on the road
To play football with them instead

number7
© emdad rahman

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In Big Dave We Trust

At Big Dave’s feet we lay our solemn trust
On his attacking intent we pin all our fervent hope.
To circumnavigate the cut and thrust
Of November nights in Rotherham… Dave will cope.
(The nickname goes back to when first the link was made
Between the gentle giant in a junk food advert
And our own stone colossus of a man who played
In the heart of a similarly stout defence; enough to disconcert
The most potent of attacking threat).
And it seemed to sum the great man up:
Unflappable. Towering. Cool. You didn’t fret
When he pulled on the stripes to play for us in league or cup.
And who can forget that arm-pumping goal against Palace to take us back
To the Promised Land, where we truly belong?
Years later, after Pardew was awarded a well-deserved sack,
The fan’s favourite gets moved on up, to deep-throated song
And deserved adulation. Almost kept us up too, against insurmountable odds…
But the Championship it must be for now,
Perhaps Fate decreed it so, written, somehow, in the Gods,
So w can boing boing back in suitable style… and how!
Scoring goals for fun; Gayle and Barnes, both class- (Mooro was inspired
When he got that pair to scrawl their autographs on the dotted line…
And neither cost a pretty penny when their services were hired!)
Yep, in Big Dave we trust- lose not a wink of beauty sleep ‘cos we’re gonna be fine-
Forget all the doom-mongers with their petty snipes and whingeing gripes;
For, like a stick of rock, Big Dave bleeds blue and white stripes.

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Fara Williams

Out on the football fields
Williams finds her true home
The record-breaking golden girl
With the world of the ball at her feet
Instrumental play-maker weaving and teasing
Those big game changing diagonal passes
A midfield maestro dazzling as Gerrard in his pomp
Football needs its warriors
And ‘Fabulous Fara’
With glittering boots
As deadly accurate as prairie rattlesnakes
Dismantles defenders walls with her sublime skill
And broke society’s walls with her indomitable will.

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Poetry finds the God

I will tell you there is the God
The names close to him
tell me that

But to be down to earth
I need the friends

I find my friends in the words

Some love a football club
and two more things

The musical band and the movie star
to make the list of three loved things

Some kind of Trinity

This time I have found one Trinity
in the language, Maybe someone
really unites all three in his life interests

BOGNOR REGIS TOWN F.C
HUMPHREY BOGART
BOG

I drew this Trinity from the dictionary

BOG in some Slavic languages means the God

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Sandy

The number of years is a mathematical fact
Everything the minds of people can know

The years of the past football games
can’t be anything but the past football years

The football events are the part of the world events
The world events and anything called the event
is what surround our lives

The house near stadium is surrounded by football
and the stadium is surrounded by the houses

Sometimes, the stadium location changes

But all what was said here will do any harm to
the fact who was playing and when

Whatever is the Universal picture of the world
Some kind of timeless representation
in the way this rock is here where it had been
since prehistory

Whatever is in the same shape forever
It cannot change the fact that Everton had
full- back Sandy Brown

It is always the same pride
the same honour

Sandy Brown played at Goodison
You can call it 1970
You can call it 1969/1970

But forever it will be the fact
the greatest full- back of early 1970’s
is Sandy Brown

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