Geof Dawson
I am a retired oil man having worked in the offshore oil industry for 25 years, mostly in the North Sea but also in Norway, Holland, West Africa and the Middle East. It was through observations during my time in the North Sea that I was inspired to write a collection of poems about life offshore. This collection was eventually published, the book going by the name of “Hopalong Seagull and Other Stories.” I have since put together a second collection which I intend to publish as an E book and will go by the name of “Send in the Clowns.”
Born and brought up on the boundary between Walsall and West Bromwich, I have been a Wolves supporter since 1960 when, as a nine year old, I was taken to a game at Molineux by my cousin. The game was against Spurs who were captained by Danny Blanchflower. Wolves, of course were captained by Billy Wright who was also at that time, the captain of England. I was hooked from that day on, much to the irritation of my father who was a lifelong Walsall supporter.
I am now retired and live in Mallorca with my wife and German Shepherd, Denzil. I still avidly follow the Wolves although now I can no longer go to the games and have to rely on the internet and the TV to bring the games to me.
Poems by Geof Dawson
- My 60th Anniversary
- Where We Belong
- Upon Reflection
- Midlands Pride
- Premiership Dream
- Another Day at the Office
- I Admit It, I’m An Addict!
- Through An Old Man’s Eyes
- Fourth Round at the Etihad
- Buying The League
- Nuno Espiríto Santo
- Not a Season to Remember
- A False Dawn?
- It’s a New Dawn
- Wolves with no Teeth
- What’s Gone Wrong?
- This day, This day
- Heroes and Villians
- Transfer Speculation
- They Don’t Understand Us
- The search
- No Prize for Seventh Place
- The FA Cup
- Merry Christmas
- We are Wolves
- Oh Referee!
About This Site
Welcome to Football Poets -- a club for all football poets, lovers of football and lovers of (alternative) poetry. Discover poets in every league from respected internationals at the top of their game to young hopefuls in the school playground.
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Latest Comments
21st November 2019 at 10:11 am
Thank you Al and Welcome to Football Poets..
Too often in the shadow and wake of Hillsborough, Bradford and Heysel, your powerful and emotive lines remind us of a tragic day when 66 died and many more were injured at Ibrox .
RIP
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4th November 2019 at 9:51 am
great three lines Alex…table football..says it all
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16th October 2019 at 10:50 pm
Kev….. the Rev, of that place that rhymes with Les Fridge!
🙂
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23rd September 2019 at 6:39 pm
Lewis Carroll or Andy Carroll?
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19th September 2019 at 4:41 pm
Brilliant Eddie!
with our new website format, we can now all offer suggestions on top of this.
My tuppenceworth:
AE Housman or Peter Houseman?
Spike Milligan or Mike Milligan?
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30th August 2019 at 2:19 pm
I really, really wish I’d thought of that closing line!
Absolute classic!
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2nd August 2019 at 12:01 pm
Wow. That is a fantastic tale John.Thank you. Funny and sad but hysterical. You totally captured the vibe back then.I was too small to see in those huge crowds at the Bridge when i first went to Chelsea on Dec 25 ’57 (Chelsea 7-4 Portsmouth (when Greaves scored 4) but remember …ev’ry week so well …the old Peanut sellers chucking their peanuts to the crowd .And then us chucking our sixpences back .(Tanner a bag) And then stamping on them or chucking back the shells at our mates and the cops too. God Bless Mrs Michella the Crystal Palace peanut seller….and all long gone peasnut sellers.
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28th June 2019 at 3:23 pm
We have one of these shirts Clik and it is beautiful.
Great poem for a boss shirt.
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20th June 2019 at 2:37 pm
Lovely poem Rhys, and That Lone Ship looks a boss book.
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9th May 2019 at 12:59 pm
Great poem Clik – witty and memorable, worthy of a quite remarkable occasion.
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