joe morris
Hi everybody. My name is Joe Morris and I’ve just made my first attempts at writing poetry generally but I have now written a couple of football poems for your delectation. I support West Ham but hey we’re an endangered species. LOL. I write for pleasure now since I’m now retired on mental health grounds owing to a breakdown in 2012. My wonderfully loving and supportive family are my rock and inspiration. I like to think of myself as humble, very descriptive in my writing and forward thinking. Here are some of my poems.
Football – on the horizon once more
Like the passing of the seasons
Football, like the clock on the wall
Ticking towards the passions of the
Teeming terraces, the fans return to
Their natural place in the scheme of
Things, wending their way, traipsing
Towards those timeless turnstiles
Heaving with hope, sun lit tunnels
At the other end of August to May
Refrain of old, collective chants and new
chanting the melodies that uncle and
Dad once intoned through cloth capped caps
Then mum once offered her knitted hats
Days when rattles and rosettes flashed
With transient pleasure then contorted
Faces of weather beaten defeat, oh the loss
But then the sudden transition to victory
On Cup Final day, the culmination of it all
But on this Saturday, Sunday and Monday
The random nature of times,
Dates, any chronological order who
Cares, play the Beautiful Game
At midnight and don’t wake up the
Neighbours because the supporters
Will embrace the hour yet again
In the first grievances of the world
Swirl when people bristle at the
Injustices groaning at ongoing
Discomfort on the theatrical stages
Of life, but hey we’ll always have
Football at any time of your choosing
The green carpet of August
Hostilities, then the millionaires
of football’s monied classes
Preside from on high while
Those below flourish their scarves
Cheering under the canopy
Huddled together, cold, warm,
The Bovril masses gathered, the sound
Of those who may never be quiet
For a single moment, bound
Together by vested interests
The fusion of blood ties, wit
And humour wandering through
Our fevered thoughts for
We were biased, devoted
To forlorn causes, relegation
And promotion, goals that
Lighten our moods
Because we were there,
Bitten fingernails to the
Bitter end, timeless and priceless
This is our time to win the League
Now or never time frames
Hopefully savouring the wine
Of triumphant times
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Poems by joe morris
- United almost sent to Coventry
- Farewell Europe, England
- Repeat of the 1975 FA Cup Final
- Germany calling
- Joe Kinnear- a tribute
- Oh woe West Ham!
- The top three battle it out
- England – Brazil
- Not another repeat FA Cup Final
- Down to the last four
- Germany again
- The business end
- Oh for days of yore
- Stan Bowles- a tribute
- An old friend
- Prescot Cables FC
- The Championship title race
- Jurgen Klopp- the leader of the pack
- Back from Far East ports
- Football goes into hiding
- FA Cup third round day
- Celtic play Rangers
- Boxing Day fun and games
- Just days to Christmas
- Exhausted West Ham
- Oh what a massacre.
- Euro 2024- the draw
- Claret and blue triumph again
- Terry Venables
- Spare a thought
- England against Malta
- Manchester City
- It was raining goals today
- FA Cup first round day.
- Hammers beat the Gooners
- Eric Cantona- singer supreme
- Spurs – top of the Premier League surely not
- Sir Bobby Charlton – obituary.
- Italian job done
- England beat the Aussies
- Euro 2028
- Premier League round up.
- Francis Lee- an obituary
- The FA Cup in September
- Hammers against Gunners.
- Hammers in Europe again
- Roy Hodgson
- Woe United
- Business as usual
- Scotland- England
- Domestic football downs its tools
- Top of the Premier League albeit briefly
- Transfer deadline day
- Erling Haaland
- Hammers are top of the Premier League
- West Ham- early doors
- Spain reign on the plains
- The Women’s World Cup Final
- Parky
- Citizen Kane
- Ward Prowse, Alvarez and Maguire
- Days to go
- Opening day in the Championship
- The Community Shield- football again, definitely.
- It’s the rumour season again
- Trevor Francis
- The ladies are here
- Sponsored friendly games
- Farewell Dec
- The Women’s World Cup 2023
- Declan Rice- the summer break
- No football for a while
- Autism FC
- Sir Elton John and Watford
- Another Premier League season
- City, City, treble winners
- Oh, what a night!
- Neville Cardus- it’s not cricket
- Manchester derby FA Cup Final
- Luton, Luton, Luton.
- Oh what a claret and blue relief
- Prague- here we come.
- Southend demoted from the Football League.
- Happy 100th birthday Wembley
- Beaten by Klopp’s show boaters
- Oh Wrexham.
- Hillsborough – it must never happen again
- Liverpool- Arsenal
- Deeper and deeper
- Relegation- again in claret and blue
- Ukraine- we’re there for you.
- A night for record breaking
- The last four of the FA Cup semi finalists
- Patrick Vieira- Palace in disarray
- All is forgiven
- Silence is Match of the Day
- Oh woe West Ham!
- Farewell to the FA Cup- West Ham
- It’s the League Cup Final surely
- John Motson- the legend and sheepskin coat
- Load more
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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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23rd April 2024 at 3:59 pm
Hi Crispin,
Yes sorry mate. Villa are still in Europe. Mistake rectified.
Cheers
Joe
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20th April 2024 at 12:04 pm
Hi Joe
Shouldn’t your title read your poem Farewell Europe England to everyone exccept Aston Villa ?
I know you mention them in your poem , but I do feel sorry for Villa re the national press .
Largely ignored. the hype was was all about Man City & Arsenal with a bit of a nod to the Hammers..but hardly a mention of Villa..
So well done to them
C
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19th March 2024 at 8:00 am
Hi Crispin. Chris Sutton on the radio has gone for a Chelsea v Coventry final. As we know anything can happen in the Cup, and I reckon we can go to the final.
We’re still in with a chance of the play offs too, so lots to go for.
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19th March 2024 at 7:41 am
Hey Kev
Let the masses drool over their odds on City v Unted Final, but who knows how pressure can hit.
Cov and Chels will be rightly labelled as having no chance..but hey …stranger things have happened..
so Chelsea v Coventry…that’s the Final for us!
Best
C
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29th January 2024 at 10:03 pm
Hi Crispin,
How are you doing mate? Yes, you’re probably right but hey football is all about emotion and passion and I just love writing about the game. I try to keep my poetry to a reasonable length but there’s so much to write about the game and its literature just lends itself naturally to poetry. Sometimes I just get completely carried and I do apologise for the length of my poetry but it’s a great thrill to be associated with Football Poets.
Cheers mate
Joe
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10th January 2024 at 7:52 pm
You’re right of course Joe but…..it’s actually more of a big welcome break for everyone who is not into Premier League ..I’m talking fans of EFL National League and below…..
Btw …is this actually your longest poem ever !?
Best
Crispin
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8th January 2024 at 4:45 pm
Thanks!
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8th January 2024 at 10:42 am
There’s something so evocative and nostalgic for football fans the world over, in ‘revisiting’ old lost grounds.
Occasionally some remnants remain, with perhaps part of a wall or part or a stand or thre shape of a terrace, but often they are only still there in faded images and in our heads..
Great stuff Graham
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4th January 2024 at 10:13 am
A great idea and well executed. Thanks Graham.
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