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Rave On Peter Tickner- Stroud Football Poet RIP

1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 I always loved your epistle to the Sub Rooms
of long lost Stroud and Gloucester 60s teenage days
with the teddy boys watching the Beatles..back in the day

2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 you were one of the first Stroud Football Poets
I first heard in some pub long ago
and your ‘Battle of 47’ ode***
when you recalled a long gone winter day
when Eastingon took on rivals Frampton
for ‘Stroud’s premier league and crown’..
and when you spoke
in that oh so special way
I could almost smell the linament and dubbin!

3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 saw you – performed with you
with Stuart, Danny, Katie, Peter W, Jeff and Rosemary
at the Festival Hall for Euro 96 …
before this site began..and down the years at slams
and then again at poetry gigs . this summer

4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 you couldn’t stay away could you
your wonderful epistle
to lost youth on golden days
knocked me out in the first round
at the Big Love Slam in Ciren..

5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 looking spritely , smart and fine
at the Science Fest in June
Slamming The Atom
you put in another jaunty poem

6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 as I drove out from the Town Hall
I passed you
walking along in the Cheltenham night
and shouted out “young man!”…
and that’s how I will always think of you
immaculately turned out …
a naughty wink and glint in your eye

7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 Stanley Unwin meets David Niven
Dirk Bogarde meets Norman Wisdom
Charlie Drake meets Johnny Morris.

8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 we will miss your..your face your smile
your dulcet tones

9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 rave on Peter Tickner

Peter Tickner 1933-2011.
Longtime and original Stroud Footbal Poet member sadly passed away on August 26th .

To a Genial Genius

No matter what he looks like now,
Pontificating on the box
On football matters that don’t matter.
I remember, in December’s gloom, a shot,
A comet shot from him
That, I swear, scorched its way into the net
At Stamford Bridge.
And we forget, bright summer’s promise
Always ends in Autumn leaves.
Thanks Jimmy Greaves.

© Peter Tickner

He gave warmth to a winter’s day.

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*** “Battle of 47 Peter Tickner…..
one of the earliest poems on the site..
Great turn out, poems and music today at his colourful humanist funeral today .

Source: http://footballpoets.org/poems/rave-on-peter-tickner-stroud-football-poet-rip/