Words, words, words, words
Words, words
Words, words...
That's all poetry is.
And more fucking words.
Dulwich Poet 19th April 2018
(About poetry!)
Thursday 19 April 2018
Saturday 14 April 2018
"De-mob Day"
Almost the end of the season
Can't wait for that day to arrive
Much as I love Dulwich Hamlet
That's when I come alive!
Going back to being 'ordinary'
Just another punter through the gate
Picking and choosing my matches
Before it becomes too late.
I need to restore my sanity
And start to enjoy what I love best
Which is why I have to stand down from the Committee
And give myself a rest.
I feel I'm a bit unappreciated
Though I know I've done my Club proud
I'm just not one to shout it from the rooftops
Or scream it out aloud.
I simply do what I do
Because I know I can
Lucky to do my little bit
As a Dulwich Hamlet man.
I try to help our community
And I know I've instigated a lot
But that's not so easy to do at Tooting
Eight miles away forced to squat.
I need to take a step back
The only way to keep sane
And if that's going to happen
I need to break my Hamlet ball and chain.
A few might be disappointed
Others might jump for joy
But one thing you can't deny
I've been Dulwich man and boy.
I'm not getting any younger
Feeling really old
It's time for me to enjoy life
If truth be told.
So many places I've not been to
I've got that travelling itch
Grounds I've always wanted to visit
Even though I'm not rich.
Barcelona, Workington, York City
They will all give me a thrill
Aching to tick off a few more grounds
Even though my heart's at Champion Hill.
A heart that is breaking
With Meadows locking the door
I'm struggling to sleep at night
Can't take it any more.
I need to step down
Before I totally crack
Outwardly expressing 'normality'
Not sure how much more I can hack.
So what if people are unhappy
Feel I'm letting down the Club
I'm doing what's right for me
Can't care if you think it's a snub.
I'm never going to walk away
Just go back to being a fan
Widening my horizons
While I still possibly can.
I was scared of letting down others
But I've got to think of myself
If I carry on doing what I do
It will fuck my mental health.
I need to take a step back
Despite Dulwich Hamlet being my life
Getting close to being a basket case
Doing damage with a knife.
Going out for revenge
Or hurting myself another way
For my own sanity
I need to call it a day.
Can you imagine going to football
Just to watch a game
Not worrying what you do if your idea goes wrong
Waiting for others to point the blame.
Missing a game or two
Because it doesn't matter if you're there
Picking and choosing your matches
Without a worry or care.
Not pretending to be polite
Because you wear a Boardroom tie
Saying what you really mean
Like "Go fuck off and die!"
Instead of humouring idiots
Being able to call a fool a fool
No pretence of liking some 'New-veaus'
When in reality they're a tool.
No idea what the future holds
But the Club's in safe hands
Time for me to look after number one
And dream of grounds in foreign lands.
Dulwich Poet 14th April 2018
(I have served on the Dulwich Hamlet Football Committee for the last six seasons, but will be standing down at the end of the season, though I haven't told anyone yet)
Can't wait for that day to arrive
Much as I love Dulwich Hamlet
That's when I come alive!
Going back to being 'ordinary'
Just another punter through the gate
Picking and choosing my matches
Before it becomes too late.
I need to restore my sanity
And start to enjoy what I love best
Which is why I have to stand down from the Committee
And give myself a rest.
I feel I'm a bit unappreciated
Though I know I've done my Club proud
I'm just not one to shout it from the rooftops
Or scream it out aloud.
I simply do what I do
Because I know I can
Lucky to do my little bit
As a Dulwich Hamlet man.
I try to help our community
And I know I've instigated a lot
But that's not so easy to do at Tooting
Eight miles away forced to squat.
I need to take a step back
The only way to keep sane
And if that's going to happen
I need to break my Hamlet ball and chain.
A few might be disappointed
Others might jump for joy
But one thing you can't deny
I've been Dulwich man and boy.
I'm not getting any younger
Feeling really old
It's time for me to enjoy life
If truth be told.
So many places I've not been to
I've got that travelling itch
Grounds I've always wanted to visit
Even though I'm not rich.
Barcelona, Workington, York City
They will all give me a thrill
Aching to tick off a few more grounds
Even though my heart's at Champion Hill.
A heart that is breaking
With Meadows locking the door
I'm struggling to sleep at night
Can't take it any more.
I need to step down
Before I totally crack
Outwardly expressing 'normality'
Not sure how much more I can hack.
So what if people are unhappy
Feel I'm letting down the Club
I'm doing what's right for me
Can't care if you think it's a snub.
I'm never going to walk away
Just go back to being a fan
Widening my horizons
While I still possibly can.
I was scared of letting down others
But I've got to think of myself
If I carry on doing what I do
It will fuck my mental health.
I need to take a step back
Despite Dulwich Hamlet being my life
Getting close to being a basket case
Doing damage with a knife.
Going out for revenge
Or hurting myself another way
For my own sanity
I need to call it a day.
Can you imagine going to football
Just to watch a game
Not worrying what you do if your idea goes wrong
Waiting for others to point the blame.
Missing a game or two
Because it doesn't matter if you're there
Picking and choosing your matches
Without a worry or care.
Not pretending to be polite
Because you wear a Boardroom tie
Saying what you really mean
Like "Go fuck off and die!"
Instead of humouring idiots
Being able to call a fool a fool
No pretence of liking some 'New-veaus'
When in reality they're a tool.
No idea what the future holds
But the Club's in safe hands
Time for me to look after number one
And dream of grounds in foreign lands.
Dulwich Poet 14th April 2018
(I have served on the Dulwich Hamlet Football Committee for the last six seasons, but will be standing down at the end of the season, though I haven't told anyone yet)
"Boy Racer"
It was a long time ago
I was only a little boy
But one Christmas I got something special
Such short-lived joy.
We were never a normal family
Struggling and poor
I was too young to realise
Our problems behind the door.
Dad was a pisshead
And a gambler to boot
Mum...she just struggled on
Life can hardly have been a hoot.
In truth they both still loved us
Gave us what they could
Tried to make Christmas normal
As any family should.
I don't remember what I was given
But we always had presents under the tree
Just not as much as other families
As far as I could see.
I liked playing with little cars
Old Dinky and jumble sale
One year I got something so special
My toy collection holy grail.
A much bigger than Matchbox
John Player racing car
I can still feel the glow as I unwrapped it
But it never got very far.
Rushed out with it downstairs
Showing off in front of my block
Five minutes later
I was in tears and shock.
Playing with my little formula One
My first pride and joy
It fell down the drain
Me a heartbroken little boy.
That began the story of my life
Nice things don't happen to me
I screamed in floods of tears
Crying 'save my car!' plea.
The other kids were laughing
While pretending to care
This was the only present I treasured
Losing it was too much to bear.
It should be one to be filed under
That all encompassing 'shit happens' phrase
But the fact I'm writing this forty plus years later
Says so much about life's malaise.
Nowadays I've no expectations
Don't own many material things
Long since grown out of Christmas
And don't believe in Santa bringing things.
I'm happy to treat myself
To a football shirt once or twice a year
Only worrying if extra-large fits me
That's my only fear.
Dulwich Poet 14th April 2018
(When I was a young child I lost a Christmas present when it fell down a drain...)
I was only a little boy
But one Christmas I got something special
Such short-lived joy.
We were never a normal family
Struggling and poor
I was too young to realise
Our problems behind the door.
Dad was a pisshead
And a gambler to boot
Mum...she just struggled on
Life can hardly have been a hoot.
In truth they both still loved us
Gave us what they could
Tried to make Christmas normal
As any family should.
I don't remember what I was given
But we always had presents under the tree
Just not as much as other families
As far as I could see.
I liked playing with little cars
Old Dinky and jumble sale
One year I got something so special
My toy collection holy grail.
A much bigger than Matchbox
John Player racing car
I can still feel the glow as I unwrapped it
But it never got very far.
Rushed out with it downstairs
Showing off in front of my block
Five minutes later
I was in tears and shock.
Playing with my little formula One
My first pride and joy
It fell down the drain
Me a heartbroken little boy.
That began the story of my life
Nice things don't happen to me
I screamed in floods of tears
Crying 'save my car!' plea.
The other kids were laughing
While pretending to care
This was the only present I treasured
Losing it was too much to bear.
It should be one to be filed under
That all encompassing 'shit happens' phrase
But the fact I'm writing this forty plus years later
Says so much about life's malaise.
Nowadays I've no expectations
Don't own many material things
Long since grown out of Christmas
And don't believe in Santa bringing things.
I'm happy to treat myself
To a football shirt once or twice a year
Only worrying if extra-large fits me
That's my only fear.
Dulwich Poet 14th April 2018
(When I was a young child I lost a Christmas present when it fell down a drain...)
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