Tuesday, November 18th, 2008
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Little blonde child
Known to us by only a letter
Runs free on an emerald playing field
Kicks a ball to Bobby Moore
Who smiles and lifts a boy
Into the true hand of God.
God bless Baby P, we failed you but you’re safe at home in heaven now.
Let justice be done.
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24th June 2022 at 3:05 pm
A simple pleasure.
And crafted beautifully.
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27th April 2022 at 10:01 pm
Many thanks for featuring my poem. It’s been one hell of a journey but for all the bad times I’m still here supporting my home town club. Play Up Sky Blues !
27th March 2022 at 11:36 am
Re: first verse of ‘My dad’ by Joe Morris..
Great words Joe…Moving.
It also reminds me, of all the people that I’ve been with in my life that just didn’t get football at all, full stop. So basically you never mentioned it, unless you enjoyed dumbfounded stares or extensive yawns! .
People who I talked with at length , often on their level, about loads of other stuff we both loved and like you basically everything but football!
This coincdentally included my strange dad : David Thomas : a brillant bohemian beatnik CND and Peace loving artist. He was someone who, being a very young writer and artist myself , with whom I could have had and shared so much stuff in common, but who I only finally met when I was 15.
As a result, and with the over-riding presence at atmosphere of his new partner and new step-son, I only actually got to see him intermittently very briefly for around 20 years, before he passed on..
Your poem also reminds me of John Lennon’s words from the song ‘Julia’:
Half of what i say is meaningless,
but i say it just to reach you..”
26th March 2022 at 7:04 pm
Haha, thanks Crispin, I hope you can at least see your pie well enough to eat it!
26th March 2022 at 6:58 pm
Great imagery Joe …but I struggeled to read it in the fog at first…
24th March 2022 at 9:28 pm
Looks like FGR are going up as champs Crispin ? A season is the proverbial rollercoaster ride, up and down and twists and turns. As Greavsie said ” It’s a funny old game. ” We love it though. ⚽️
24th March 2022 at 9:12 pm
Tell me about it Kev…!!!!!
Great emotion …just how we’re feeling here in leafy Glos!
22nd March 2022 at 10:18 am
…Fan is short for fanatic.
Empires fall. Football’s
as life and death…..
Great words Greg..keep on …best… C
28th February 2022 at 9:10 am
‘Roman holiday’ … good line, Joe. As a Chelsea fan, I can’t get my thoughts together on all this yet. I suppose it would be nice to write something before the Big One drops
18th January 2022 at 9:21 am
“Are you – and this is the most important –
wearing your lucky pants?”
(from ‘Reasons Why You Lost’ by Joe Williams)
But when it’s cold like tonight at FGR v Mansfield its the Lucky Long Johns..
Rave on Lucky Pants.