If It’s August it Must Be Football Love Poetry Month…
To celebrate the forthcoming new Out To Lunch With Crispin Live
album..The Power of Fluff…two football love poems..for August….
you are like football
you are like football the grace and thrill
you are excitement a beach in Brazil
you are a stadium theatre of light
you are a temple brilliant as night
and you are like football
the way you endure
like flowers in deserts
where rain falls no more
you are a dream team here in my side
bursting with passion and flowing with pride
you are like longing a fan and a friend
you are an artist a song without end
you are a poem a page without lines
you are a dancer in games without time
out on the surface asleep in my bed
you are a football that spins in my head
and you are the final the ultimate sound
a roar or a hush that descends on the ground
you are a heartbeat when time won’t standstill
you are a shoot-out where nerves threaten skill
and you are like football
the way you pass by
a second a moment
a glance or a sigh
but more than some outcome and more than the score
more than the feeling those minutes before
more than your love or your soul or your breath
more than this question of life and of death
here at your feet keep me ever entwined
for you are like football forever thorough time
© crispin 02 – for jennie
you are like football was finally completed this long delayed daft and definitely fluffy poem on receiving requests for football love poems from the British Council- and i guess i wroe it mainly for all long-suffering partners and other halves of long-suffering fans…for football widows and football “lovers and partners” everywhere..but especially for jennie..
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this love
this love this love this dream we share
this song i sing this shirt i wear
this game we play these plans we make
this field we plough this chance we take
this aching heart these words i shout
this longing deep within without
the fleeting highs the lowest lows
the way that glory comes and goes
this hanging on this far off goal
this love i feel within my soul
this helplessness when we’re apart
the way you play within my heart
the way we are a living team
who ebb and flow as would a stream
who share these feelings openly
whatever end our fate might be
this love this love this sweet addiction
this bond of hope and contradiciton
this keeping faith when chances fade
in spite of all these games we played
the way we stay upon your side
in fog and snow we tried and tried
to lift you up away or home
to rise above this danger zone
this blinding faith in only you
that clouds my thoughts and all i do
those times away the sleepless nights
this battle long this endless fight
this mighty trust that will not stray
that holds my breath until the day
this promise made this badge i wear
this torch i carry everywhere
this waiting for a tiny sign
that might cement this love divine
remember us in rain and sun
for we are many you are one
© crispin thomas – march 01
A nod to FAN-atical supporters, lovers and teamaholics…composed upon hearing a Radio 5 piece on ‘football-fan’ research carried out at Bristol Uni. Apparently an incredibly high percentage of fans- IN A FIRE- would save their football-programmes first…above all else..think about it?
First appeared on www.footballpoets.org March 01
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5th December 2022 at 8:11 pm
Stuart, you are not alone, in your dichotomy of doubt
but without dissention
you stand alone
in hogging our attention!
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16th November 2022 at 11:04 am
[Football on soiled turf]
This is a wonderful phrase which I shall be using from now on!
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15th November 2022 at 3:54 pm
Well said Crispin. One of the reasons for The Ball 2022/23 is exactly this – that FIFA need to know. The Ball is essentially a petition to FIFA to honour their commitments to the UN Sports for Climate Action Framework. They signed up; they should act. The Qatar tournament takes the World Cup in the opposite direction to that commitment. And 2026 looks like it’ll be even worse.
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8th November 2022 at 2:06 pm
Hi Guys
Re ‘Lets Boycott Qatar ‘ poem
You probably hate me banging on..and problably know (like me) that my/your not watching the World Cup in Qatar will make no difference.
Of course it won’t. That’s not the point.
OK someone might possibly eventually publish a minimal drop in terrestrial TV viewer numbers, but I fear that is unlikely.
But please above all, do go on writing poems about the World Cup, as/you we have always done. I hate to think a poem or two of mine might l make you feel bad about comenting on a game or country …or that I’ve put you all off about wanting to contribute.
So we’d love to hear from you and read your thoughts and observations, as ever on what’s going on.
Some of us have been here since Football Poets website birth/inception for the Euros 2000 ….
All my best wishes
Crispin
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18th October 2022 at 10:06 am
Shoot! (Something we’ve also been screaming in vain at our team all season !)
Great memories Joe . Before Shoot, it was Roy of the Rovers comic too, dropping through my letterbox.
Anxiously waiting each week to see if they survived in the mexcian jungle after an ambush..or a pre-season earthquake!
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3rd October 2022 at 8:32 pm
Thanks for the kind words Sharon. Yes, it was a shame with Billy Shako, but with five subs now being allowed, he might yet make it off the bench. Even if it’s just a cameo to close out a poem.
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2nd October 2022 at 1:49 pm
John, your new book is an absolute delight and more please. It’s a shame ‘Swapping Shirts With Shakespeare’ never made it off the bench, but quality football poets light up the writing fields like Roman candles. Go well.
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4th September 2022 at 12:42 pm
Great memories Greg. Took me right back.
Today I stand on a small terrace in the hills where I live watching Forest Green Rovers in L1, and keep up with Chelsea on highlights. It’s a far cry and a world away from those times when I lived as a child within walking distance of ‘The Bridge’ – just off the Ifield Road, which led to Fulham Road. The Blues were rubbish for so long, but we loved them and somehow we stayed in the old First Division for so many seasons. And of course we got to see Greavesie at his impudent best, scoring goals for fun. Mad unpredictable games where we’d score 4 and let in five.
The looming floodlights in the dark and mist on magic night games. The big games when the ground heaved.
I don’t think we ever realized how magical and incredible it was back then. The atmosphere and arriving there so early – like you said.. just to make sure you got in. Back when Bovril, tea and cake and roasted peanuts for sixpence a back were just about all on offer.
Good times.
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4th September 2022 at 12:37 pm
see above
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18th August 2022 at 10:20 am
To put it politely!
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