Final Whistle

Football

#fowc #referee #sport #football #rules #ball

It’s a funny old game is Football
You walk for miles down roads and up stairs
to get to those golden ticketed chairs –
then as players take to the field
you wait for the referee to yield –
the man in the middle – you await his call
and for stars on the pitch to start kicking the ball.

Then as it does,
and ball travels back
a flag or a whistle stops the attack
and you lament the official – in yellow blue or black
But in his defence – he follows the rules
and his fellows know their stuff – they’re no fools
So when whistle is signalled and games underway
They’re there to ensure there’s a bit of fair play.

And when defender tackles striker,
and he goes in far too hard.
The Man in the middle gives warning
with a bright yellow coloured card.
And player knows better, to look out instead
as the last thing he wants to see is red!

And when the match is over,
He whistles out to all…
“The match time is now finished –
  That’s the last kick of the ball!”

What’s Awesome?

Poetry

#Fowc #Awesome

Salford 4th June 2019

If this reads a bit like a list – It’s not supposed to be!

Rainbow list of all my stuff that makes my life awesome!

Things I’ve done, Places I’ve seen

Being a cog as part of a much larger machine

Taking up writing as self – therapy

Helping out run some great events for free

Colourful Image of Imperial war museum in Old Trafford, Greater Manchester
Imperial war museum , Greater Manchester (with a splash of colour)

Greeting students at the museum door

Laying down tiles of a competition floor

Greek acropolis, Rhodes
Artwork of Greek Acropolis, Rhodes

Rising to heights of an ancient scene

Keeping a log of the places I’ve been

Taekwondo

Poetry


The world Taekwondo championships are coming to Manchester’s Arena complex – here’s my take on it.

A Meeting of many, the great and good
Assembled in East Manchester
As sporting gods and goddesses
Aimed a beeline to glory

Airplane, Bus or Train they arrived
Awaiting their chance to
Apply their sporting skills
And achieve great heights – and maybe a medal

A quick fired melee of
Assorted kicks, flicks and punches
Aimed at an opponent whose
Armory is just as potent

As eager crowds
Assemble at the arena
And the athletes await
A chance to be crowned champion


Anticipate

Poetry, Sport

10th February 2019

#Football

To readers the other side of the big pond – a poem about football or what you call soccer – Inky

While the greats are revered in Bronze

New idols are to be cheered on by the fans

At both ends of the East Lancashire Road

Fans follow every kick , head every ball

Cajoling the ball past the opposition

and bending the ball to safety

Who was it who said

“You never win anything with Kids” ?

The veteran of the Liverpool Side

should have seen it coming

for there’s young lads from Liverpool and Manchester

now tearing down the green grass

Another Winters Morning

Canalside, Fishing, Water, Waterside

Fishing

As the mercury begins its annual retreat

the angler keeps a watch

the winter water, dark and cold

as silvery sources flicker

 

Hot air turning to almost fog

as chair it rests on sawn up logs

and line it sits, still, with great aplomb

as angler watches for a flicker

 

The float bobs away

in the ice cold soup

slight winds make it bob and loop

but not yet beyond its line it stoops

 

Ripples in water – give something away

as down in the depths – something does play

so sat angler waits – and beef tea he does pour

whilst listening to sports news on Radio four

 

But then there’s some action – could that be a Pike ?

the float swings round wildly – It’s the chain off a bike

and bubbles arising ? – the laughter of the fish

who’ve stopping being put on the wall or a dish

Olympia Landed

Poetry, Sport, Sports

Some place, Some where

It began on a field of green

on a soggy spring day

 

And as the rain fell

muddy puddles splashed

as damp feet advanced

 

The grey soon disappeared

as speeds increased and

coaches unleashed new hurdles

 

Soon young minds engaged

beating Ra to the punch

and clock times were smashed

 

Leading to a moment

a time in the sun

where medals were gained, by leading from the front