Today is just so ordinary
But it's supposed to be special for me
Apparently it's 'World Poetry Day'
So I should be full of glee.
If you hadn't mentioned it on Facebook
It would have passed me by
But now you've gone and told me
I've got to give a poem a try.
So now I'm having a scribble
On the train to an Open Mic
Pretending to be jolly
About something I don't like.
Yes, I love my poetry
It's just me playing with rhyme
But it's the manufactured celebration
For which I don't have time.
Online greetings from mates
Who think I might actually care
World fucking Poetry Day
Means nothing to me, I swear.
Perhaps today's not for me
Because it's my hobby not an art
Even thought it's something I love to do
And have taken to my heart.
I write to clear my head
Scribble to keep me sane
It helps me stay calm inside
Banishing mental pain.
But it can also be a celebration
Recording moments of joy
Or re-kindling lost moments
Of when I was a little boy.
I'm off to 'Poetry Unplugged' now
Not to celebrate...
These 'special day' labels
Are things I tend to hate.
In truth I'm here because I'm lazy
To chill and sit on my arse
Listening to and reading poetry
As the evening ticks on past.
Poetry means so many things
From our different walks of life
Helping us through the good days
As well as times of strife.
So even if it's not my thing
Perhaps it's time for me to say
No matter where you're from or what you write
Have a happy World Poetry Day.
Dulwich Poet 21st March 2017
(It was World Poetry Day today, I didn't even realise until a few mates started messaging me greetings on Facebook!)
Tuesday 21 March 2017
Thursday 16 March 2017
"Lark In The Park"
I could have gone home after work
Lazily watched DVD's and stayed in
But with Forest Hill Park playing Kent Football United
That really would have been a sin.
Forget that glorious English failure
In the Champions League knock-out stage
I think I'd get more enjoyment
Staring at a hamster on a treadmill in a cage.
Was it Brian Clough who told us
Football should be played on grass
I'm not too fussed if it's real or artificial
As long as it's not on a box with glass.
That's why I'm at Ladywell Arena
Genuine football with heart and soul
The quality might not be Monaco or Man. City
But I'll still see a half-decent goal.
Non-league football for a fiver
What more can you ask
If that makes me a 'weirdo'
I'm going to take you to task.
So tell me..if the Champions League's the pinnacle
Why didn't City have a first half shot
Give me 22 limited Step Six players
Huffing around giving all they've got.
Half time I'm queuing
For a can of coke
Just as I'm about to pay
It's bought for me by another bloke.
None other than the away team manager
Whose name was Ennio Gonnella
He remembered me from Dulwich Hamlet
A thoroughly decent fella.
That's the beauty of non-league
Full of kindness and warm heart
A simple gesture like that
Champions League a million miles apart.
I wouldn't say no to watching Monaco and Man. City
If I had the money and the time
But only in the flesh at the stadium
Football on telly's a heresy and a crime.
I hate to be surrounded by armchair experts
Never been to a live game
Thinking wearing a Premiership top
Puts non-league fans to shame.
They're no football supporter
Giving it large in their local boozer
I'm happier in last night's crowd of thirty three
And don't think that makes me the loser.
This was my 97th game of the season
I'm aiming for many more
Matches where I pay my way
Rather than pushing open a pub door.
Dulwich Poet 16th March 2017
(Last night I went to Southern Counties East League match at the Ladywell Arena, step six football, in the non-league pyramid.)
Lazily watched DVD's and stayed in
But with Forest Hill Park playing Kent Football United
That really would have been a sin.
Forget that glorious English failure
In the Champions League knock-out stage
I think I'd get more enjoyment
Staring at a hamster on a treadmill in a cage.
Was it Brian Clough who told us
Football should be played on grass
I'm not too fussed if it's real or artificial
As long as it's not on a box with glass.
That's why I'm at Ladywell Arena
Genuine football with heart and soul
The quality might not be Monaco or Man. City
But I'll still see a half-decent goal.
Non-league football for a fiver
What more can you ask
If that makes me a 'weirdo'
I'm going to take you to task.
So tell me..if the Champions League's the pinnacle
Why didn't City have a first half shot
Give me 22 limited Step Six players
Huffing around giving all they've got.
Half time I'm queuing
For a can of coke
Just as I'm about to pay
It's bought for me by another bloke.
None other than the away team manager
Whose name was Ennio Gonnella
He remembered me from Dulwich Hamlet
A thoroughly decent fella.
That's the beauty of non-league
Full of kindness and warm heart
A simple gesture like that
Champions League a million miles apart.
I wouldn't say no to watching Monaco and Man. City
If I had the money and the time
But only in the flesh at the stadium
Football on telly's a heresy and a crime.
I hate to be surrounded by armchair experts
Never been to a live game
Thinking wearing a Premiership top
Puts non-league fans to shame.
They're no football supporter
Giving it large in their local boozer
I'm happier in last night's crowd of thirty three
And don't think that makes me the loser.
This was my 97th game of the season
I'm aiming for many more
Matches where I pay my way
Rather than pushing open a pub door.
Dulwich Poet 16th March 2017
(Last night I went to Southern Counties East League match at the Ladywell Arena, step six football, in the non-league pyramid.)
Tuesday 14 March 2017
"Topsy Turvey Cup"
Nine times out of ten
A semi-final's a 'must win'
But pushing for play-offs with a fixture pile-up
Means losing won't be a sin.
In the modern world the League's more important
With going up the ultimate aim
If we're not going full pelt tonight
Is there really any blame?
Back here on Saturday
Three Isthmian points at stake
Do we really need that extra game
With a place in the final at stake?
In an ideal football world
We'll make a clean sweep of the three
Truth is I'll settle for the play-off one
As it's National League South I want to be.
Dulwich Poet 14th March 2017
(I wrote this on the train to our League Cup semi-final, also known as the Alan Turvey Trophy. Dulwich Hamlet are in the midst of a fixture pile-up and to win this match will make it worse, especially as we are also still in the London Senior Cup...promotion is the priority)
A semi-final's a 'must win'
But pushing for play-offs with a fixture pile-up
Means losing won't be a sin.
In the modern world the League's more important
With going up the ultimate aim
If we're not going full pelt tonight
Is there really any blame?
Back here on Saturday
Three Isthmian points at stake
Do we really need that extra game
With a place in the final at stake?
In an ideal football world
We'll make a clean sweep of the three
Truth is I'll settle for the play-off one
As it's National League South I want to be.
Dulwich Poet 14th March 2017
(I wrote this on the train to our League Cup semi-final, also known as the Alan Turvey Trophy. Dulwich Hamlet are in the midst of a fixture pile-up and to win this match will make it worse, especially as we are also still in the London Senior Cup...promotion is the priority)
Thursday 9 March 2017
"Stick To Your Patch"
There's this one pillar in Catford
Holding up a road sign
When I first moved here it was tainted
Now I'm claiming it as mine.
Stuck on was a Clapton Ultra's sticker
Like Catford's where they belong
Encroaching into my Sarf Lunnon
That's just so fucking wrong!
It's become a war of attrition
I give back as good as I get
It's covered with Dulwich Hamlet
Negating the invasion threat.
Stick them up wherever
But this post is MINE
Just accept you'll NEVER claim it
And we'll get along anonymously fine.
I'm not a man prone to violence
Will you take that chance with your sticker
'Cos if I ever catch you covering mine
You'll end up a window licker!
Dulwich Poet 9th March 2017
(Personally, I've got nothing against Clapton, or their famous ultra's. I see them maybe three or four times a season, but I will draw a line when they put one of their stickers up where I live, in SOUTH London!)
Holding up a road sign
When I first moved here it was tainted
Now I'm claiming it as mine.
Stuck on was a Clapton Ultra's sticker
Like Catford's where they belong
Encroaching into my Sarf Lunnon
That's just so fucking wrong!
It's become a war of attrition
I give back as good as I get
It's covered with Dulwich Hamlet
Negating the invasion threat.
Stick them up wherever
But this post is MINE
Just accept you'll NEVER claim it
And we'll get along anonymously fine.
I'm not a man prone to violence
Will you take that chance with your sticker
'Cos if I ever catch you covering mine
You'll end up a window licker!
Dulwich Poet 9th March 2017
(Personally, I've got nothing against Clapton, or their famous ultra's. I see them maybe three or four times a season, but I will draw a line when they put one of their stickers up where I live, in SOUTH London!)
Wednesday 8 March 2017
"Going Home"
It's now the early hours
On the coaches heading home
No shame in losing to Macclesfield
As our performances have shown.
It's been a huge Trophy run
Of which I didn't dare dream
Despite being knocked out earlier
I'm trying to hide a beam.
In my head I had thoughts of Wembley
Knowing they'd never come true
But just to be drawn against Tranmere Rovers
Made me so proud to be Pink & Blue.
It wasn't so long ago
We had a replay down in deepest Hants
A Monday night at Havant and Waterlooville
When our away support was pants.
That night we were pony
Losing three nil away fans numbering ten
Tonight we went to Cheshire
An army of one fifty women and men!
Singing for ninety minutes
Lung and hearts pounding strong
Totally outclassing the Silkmen
When it came to cheers and song.
Out on the pitch
Couldn't find the back of the net
Wembley just wasn't to be
Simply not our time quite yet.
So much hope for the future
Under the genius of Gavin Rose
Still a chance of promotion
Let's see how it goes.
Then there's the League and London
Two cups still at stake
So much still to look forward to
I'm dreading the summer break!
Dulwich Poet 8th March 2017
(This is my post-Macclesfield Town away poem, after we lost 2-0 tonight/last night, in a quarter-final replay in the FA Trophy)
On the coaches heading home
No shame in losing to Macclesfield
As our performances have shown.
It's been a huge Trophy run
Of which I didn't dare dream
Despite being knocked out earlier
I'm trying to hide a beam.
In my head I had thoughts of Wembley
Knowing they'd never come true
But just to be drawn against Tranmere Rovers
Made me so proud to be Pink & Blue.
It wasn't so long ago
We had a replay down in deepest Hants
A Monday night at Havant and Waterlooville
When our away support was pants.
That night we were pony
Losing three nil away fans numbering ten
Tonight we went to Cheshire
An army of one fifty women and men!
Singing for ninety minutes
Lung and hearts pounding strong
Totally outclassing the Silkmen
When it came to cheers and song.
Out on the pitch
Couldn't find the back of the net
Wembley just wasn't to be
Simply not our time quite yet.
So much hope for the future
Under the genius of Gavin Rose
Still a chance of promotion
Let's see how it goes.
Then there's the League and London
Two cups still at stake
So much still to look forward to
I'm dreading the summer break!
Dulwich Poet 8th March 2017
(This is my post-Macclesfield Town away poem, after we lost 2-0 tonight/last night, in a quarter-final replay in the FA Trophy)
Wednesday 1 March 2017
"Essex Boy"
I wasn't that impressed
As we drove in at night
If I were forced to live in Pitsea
I'd have to run and take flight.
Looking as dreary as Canvey Island
Just without the seas
Welcome to the delights of football
At Bowers & Pitsea FC.
That's Pitsea with the 'sea'
Inland Essex without the shore
Typical Poundlands and bookies
I think you know the score.
Can't work out the 'sea' in their name
But totally get the 'Pit'
No wonder Essex has a reputation
For being a dump and shit.
Amid all this suburban conformity
An oasis we found
The place they call the Len Salmon Stadium
That's the Bowers & Pitsea football ground.
It could be 'Non League-ville' anywhere
I'd didn't chat but the locals were warm
The decent game was a bonus
The home team were on form.
Five nil seems like a canter
But Norwich United weren't that bad
Their defence cut through like butter
Making the final score rather sad.
Should've been up in Macclesfield
Trophy replay off in the snow
I could have stayed indoors moping
Chose to get out for somewhere to go.
So it was off to Ryman League North
Deepest darkest Essex for a 'tick'
A million miles better
Than staying at home feeling sick.
Always try to be positive
A week to prolong my Wembley dream
Sometimes the disaster of a postponement
Isn't as bad as it may seem.
Dulwich Poet 1st March 2017
(Last night I went to Bowers & Pitsea versus Norwich United, in a Ryman League Division One North match, getting a lift from a mate)
As we drove in at night
If I were forced to live in Pitsea
I'd have to run and take flight.
Looking as dreary as Canvey Island
Just without the seas
Welcome to the delights of football
At Bowers & Pitsea FC.
That's Pitsea with the 'sea'
Inland Essex without the shore
Typical Poundlands and bookies
I think you know the score.
Can't work out the 'sea' in their name
But totally get the 'Pit'
No wonder Essex has a reputation
For being a dump and shit.
Amid all this suburban conformity
An oasis we found
The place they call the Len Salmon Stadium
That's the Bowers & Pitsea football ground.
It could be 'Non League-ville' anywhere
I'd didn't chat but the locals were warm
The decent game was a bonus
The home team were on form.
Five nil seems like a canter
But Norwich United weren't that bad
Their defence cut through like butter
Making the final score rather sad.
Should've been up in Macclesfield
Trophy replay off in the snow
I could have stayed indoors moping
Chose to get out for somewhere to go.
So it was off to Ryman League North
Deepest darkest Essex for a 'tick'
A million miles better
Than staying at home feeling sick.
Always try to be positive
A week to prolong my Wembley dream
Sometimes the disaster of a postponement
Isn't as bad as it may seem.
Dulwich Poet 1st March 2017
(Last night I went to Bowers & Pitsea versus Norwich United, in a Ryman League Division One North match, getting a lift from a mate)
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