green fingers : stemming the tide of tortuous tat
welcome to the proliferation of new poets submitting to this site
they’re springing up everywhere
this growing band of football poets
from flower power, to budding youth
from the withering, to the know wits
like pigs in muck
quills playfully toil
nurturing such special words
shooting up through the soil
by taking an axe to the axioms
and clipping at the clichés
let’s hope we can cut out
all the ‘end of the days’
yet all the while
we’re debunking modern isms
glorifying this sport of ours
with such bounteous rhythms
so let coaches cultivate
the life blood of the game
whilst we bards, happily prune away
the posturing of fame!
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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.
Publish your football poems here and then discuss them with your team mates and fans. We're archived by The British Library, so your masterpieces are in the safe hands of a world-class keeper. What a result!
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Phil Brennan
21st September 2023
John Gilbert Ellis
20th September 2023
joe morris
20th September 2023
Phil Brennan
19th September 2023
John Gilbert Ellis
19th September 2023
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17th September 2023
Gacina Bozidar
16th September 2023
joe morris
15th September 2023
Phil Brennan
13th September 2023
John Gilbert Ellis
12th September 2023
Crispin’s Corner
In Memoriam
Kick It Out & Christmas Truce
Latest Comments
20th September 2023 at 1:37 pm
Lovely stuff for one of the best.
We love him to death down at the Palace.
I’ll post my Roy poem a bit later. You’ve inspired me to finish it.
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19th September 2023 at 5:06 pm
I’d like to think some of my scarves might get passed down the generations, but can’t see some of the “quality merchandise” I have making much past my son’s generation. They’ll fall apart before he even has kids, I reckon!
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7th September 2023 at 2:43 pm
Very true Crispin. Thanks!
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3rd September 2023 at 6:55 pm
Play Up Pompey indeed Richard .
My first ever proper game when i was 10 was Chelsea 7-4 Pompey on Xmas morning 1959, Greavesie got 4.
First visited Fratton Park with Chelsea (2-2) and stood among loads of sailors back in the old Second Dvision early 60s . That’s when I first heard the Pompey Chimes..
Last visited in the mid 2000s to run a football poetry workshop on racism with local young students in the Study Centre you had then at the time.
Had a great chat with some of your fans when you came here to Forest Green last season…
best wishes
Crispin
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1st September 2023 at 7:17 pm
Cliché heaven or hell..we get it all
Welcome to Football Poets John
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28th August 2023 at 10:54 am
Thanks Crispin – noted re the boxer! Never know, perhaps we’ll get Forest Green in the cup… or Chelsea!
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27th August 2023 at 4:47 pm
Hey Rowan
Tough line up of opening fixtures but werlcome to the National League and to Football Poets.
I’ve often passed your ground but never actually been.
Had to remove the boxert poem , sorry ….only poems about football, though i did read your tenuous link!
best wishes
Crispin -Editor
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6th August 2023 at 3:46 pm
Don’t worry Apollo, I have examined the evidence on YouTube – he looks great, the real deal!
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7th July 2023 at 5:26 pm
Let’s Hope for your sake Denys, that he doesn’t turn out to be from La-la-Land!
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1st July 2023 at 6:33 pm
Lovely imagery in your Blyth poem Greg
C
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