Watching poet
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His eyes are watching
His fingers still
His mind collates
For twitching quill
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He may have seen
Drogba’s double
But for his counsel
I didn’t trouble
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His eyes are watching
His fingers still
His mind collates
For twitching quill
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He may have seen
Drogba’s double
But for his counsel
I didn’t trouble
© Clik the mouse, 15th September, 2004
For Pat Ingoldsby, one of Ireland’s most idiosyncratic poets.
Pat was looking rather forlorn as I passed him by at lunchtime today.
This poem is working on a few levels.
Firstly, my guilt at not stopping for a chat.
Secondly, sorry that he was having another quiet afternoon, both sales and chit-chat wise.
(Pat is often to be found across from Trinity College in the middle of Dublin).
Also, there’s a veiled reference to Dublin’s increasingly cosmopolitan populace.
And also in the back of my mind, was the lovely debut poem from John Greeves yesterday,
(What’s in a name), about a doppelganger.
Plus, a watching poet, being observed.
The previous night, Didier Drogba impressed in his first Champions League game for Chelsea,
scoring two goals as Chelsea comfortably beat PSG in Paris.
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Very accurate indeed!
Palace home for me is always a tough journey as well. From the wilds of west London to Selhurst is a random journey into the unknown.
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.
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!
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
Cliché heaven or hell..we get it all
Welcome to Football Poets John
Thanks Crispin – noted re the boxer! Never know, perhaps we’ll get Forest Green in the cup… or Chelsea!
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
Don’t worry Apollo, I have examined the evidence on YouTube – he looks great, the real deal!
Let’s Hope for your sake Denys, that he doesn’t turn out to be from La-la-Land!
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