October Poem The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole seasons on a single day. The spring-time holds her white and purple dear; October, lavish, flaunts them far and near; The summer charily her reds doth lay Like jewels on her costliest array; […]
I won’t be watching the World Cup this year, Because, Well it’s obvious ~ Qatar 2022 Haiku by Paul H Tubb . Saturday 3rd September 2022 FA Cup 1st Qualifying Round Eastbourne Town 0 Hanwell Town 2 Matthew MacKenzie 69, Kain Adam 90+2, Referee:- Chris Wilks. […]
To Autumn Season of Mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit that round the thatched-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd and plump the hazel […]
“Soccer” by Derek Jensen The Beautiful Game, inflamer of passion, Maker of legends and timeless skill; The sport of the world, whether rich or poor. From the packed dirt streets of Africa, To the green grass pitches in England, Is that matchless, extrordinary, game of games played. It’s a game of running, yet not always all out. It’s a game […]
The Football Pitch that Dad Built (continued) At last they arrived. Dad unwrapped the parcel and unravelled the nets. He stretched them between his vice like hands testing their strength and smiling his approval. Eventually the bright orange nets hung over the posts. He put the ball down, took three paces back ran… and then…thump! […]
Soccer I always have liked soccer. Such a rough game. Such skills required. And popular. Hometown watching, on Sunday morning. When one day, I found that I needed to withdraw. It was the honourable thing to do. Herbert Nehrlich Thursday 13th June 2019 (Ashbourne) Summer League Osmaston 8 Ricky Daly 18, 21, Bromley Simpson […]
Dream Football Dream Football is the harder game The grass is devilishly long And growing Fish appear in the trainer’s bucket Your mother has set upon a small shop On the halfway line You are obliged to play in your underpants. Allan Ahlberg (1937 – ) . Friday 1st March 2019 Thurlow Nunn Eastern Counties […]
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: The opening lines of John Keats’ “Ode to a Nightingale” Don’t the above words just fill you with foreboding? I’d recently taken […]
