Quick post, got to chuck baked taties in, go and pick up my daughter from playgroup as wor lass is going to every girls favourite appointment, the smear test.

I wrote this on the beach this morning, walking the dog. It just sort of popped out if you excuse the phrase; my first ever football poem. Methinks Grabec should post her poem about Boydy in reply as I'd like to read that again please.

That Cheating Ref

That cheating ref with his letterbox
of death threats, ruined the dreams
which just two years before, would have
been laughed at by millions - yes -
he struck through the core

That whistle in his mouth, linesman
by his side, aiding and abetting
a century's greatest crime

Twenty thousand arrived
went down in their droves
by sea, air and tracks,
driven on clogged roads

Almost the whole town it seemed,
singing mass of white and blue,
the greatest celebration,
relegation dogfight, the usual cv

But that defiant body stance,
head turned sharp aside. He'd already
pointed to the spot you know
-hours before - in his mind.

Nothing rhymes, Dibble. You know that, in your heart

Will look it up, BWH, but will probably have to get someone else to post it because I'm hopeless at all that.
(Fancy you remembering )

Ditto.

Thanks folks
That poem was great Grabec, very underappreciated on rivals.
Dibbs, poems dont need to rhyme but if you read it out loud it does so much more.
Shakespeare's didnt rhyme and neither did classical greek or latin poetry (not that I know anything about those, I just read that in a book)
Anyhow, I'm not aiming to be the next Pam Ayres

Dibbs won't listen...for him poems have rhymes. If I could, I would post you a poem I once sent him for comment, which he sent back with his own rhymes interspersed
Admittedly it became a much better poem in the process......
You haven't still got it, have you, Dibble? before and after?

Nice one, BWH.

OK, with a little help, here's the original thing

football blues

six thousand faces
fall abandoned to the dust,
old carnival masks

twelve thousand footsteps
and no welcome homecoming,
pigeons without notes

o grave angel of the north,
why let Hartlepool
be relegated?



And this is Mr Dibble's reply:


It doesnt rhyme.

Masks doesnt rhyme with notes.

And relegated doesnt rhyme with...........?

Ah but relegated does rhyme with regurgitated.

and masks does rhyme with flasks.

Notes with boats.

So I would say:

Six thousand faces
fall abandoned to the dust;
old carnival masks
supping from their flasks.

Twelve thousand footsteps
and no welcome homecoming;
pigeons without notes.
and boats

O grave Angel of
the North, why let Hartlepool
be relegated?
Instead of regurgitated.

Glad I could help.

I quite enjoyed that

I see the subtlety of the Haiku is lost on CERTAIN people.

Is it?

My fave poem:-


There was a young woman from Hever
Who could pick a pencil up with her beaver

Short, straight to the point and without any pretence

And without any sense too, eh?
I've met women who could pick but never one who could pencil up, especially with her beaver.

Oh pointy bird, so pointy pointy
anoint my head, anointy nointy

- What does assonance mean?
- What?



- Don't laugh at me.
- Er, no.



Erm, assonance, it's a form of rhyme.



Erm, what's an example?
Do you know Yeats?



- The wine lodge?
- No, WB Yeats, the poet.



No.



Well, in his poem
The Wild Swans At Coole,



Yeats rhymes the word "swan"
with the word "stone".



You see?
That's an example of assonance.



Ooh, yeah,
means getting the rhyme wrong.



I've never thought of it like that



but I suppose it does mean
getting the rhyme wrong.