Haiku Bob: poking holes

May 26, 2009 by Leave a Comment

    Dreamtime – end to end Leon poking holes in the rolling zone           real-time TV Pendlebury spots targets out of picture           Anthony shoots – the moon post-high           Indian summer we suddenly kick it to the hot spots     [Read more]

Short Story: Grace

May 22, 2009 by Leave a Comment

By Richard Holt “Good onya, Davo.” The old backman looked up and smiled. Dave Sendon had been around during the glory days when the Reds had reached three grand finals and snared two premierships in five years. The team had been the most feared in the league back then. Wozza’s Warriors, they’d been called and [Read more]

AFL Round 8: (FPS) Haiku Bob – gathering gloom

May 18, 2009 by Leave a Comment

gathering gloom before and after defeat piles of dead leaves colour my thoughts old rivals enter the fray – dark clouds all our perfect passes during the warm up leaves twist and turn we fall under Judd’s spell drifting clouds Anthony pulls another shot for goal dappled light all our short passes too short autumn [Read more]

FPS: bottom falls off by Haiku Bob

May 13, 2009 by Leave a Comment

bottom falls off       more than once this love has pushed me into misery           monday night football white collared footy jumpers           brittle night the bottom falls off our game plan           the moon outside many of our kicks go [Read more]

Poetry: ‘Achtung Mick’

May 12, 2009 by 2 Comments

                                                                                                                                  Achtung Mick!                                                                                                                                    by Phil Dimitriadis                                                                                                   The Boundary line is his best friend.                                                                                     His moustache bristles at ‘their’ mistakes.                                                   Nobody else seems to comprehend,                                                   only he appears to be awake.                                                     It’s everyone else’s [Read more]

Poetry: Why we got beat

May 11, 2009 by 1 Comment

  WHY WE GOT BEAT   by W.A.G. Walker   Acky ad an ankle Gazza ad a groin Clarrie ad a corky Herbie ad a hernia. Harry ad a hangover Pete ad piles Dezzy ad a dose Morrie ad a migraine Charlie ad a crucial. Trev ad the tom tits Albie ad a achilles Con [Read more]

Interstate Hell With the AFL

May 6, 2009 by 3 Comments

Background: When the TV rights changed from Channel Seven to Nine  during the previous agreement it resulted in Friday night footy going from an 8.30pm time slot to 11.30pm . This caused immense frustration to viewers north of the Murray. I  expressed my frustration in a poem. INTERSTATE HELL WITH THE AFL (2002) A national [Read more]

Little Voices

May 5, 2009 by Leave a Comment

  by Vin Maskell   We drank tea in the kitchen on the hill Listening to the players wandering Looking for their football in the fog. The kettle boiled, the whistle blew The steam from the cups Caressed our faces. Below in the white still darkness The players kept calling: Nicknames and coaches’ orders. A [Read more]

Thin white moon

May 4, 2009 by Leave a Comment

by Haiku Bob     Fraser’s stoop the long curve of the thin white moon             crisp autumn night Pendlebury sticks his little gives             leafless trees Lockyer finds himself loose           rolling zone the crumb gatherer wheels right and bends [Read more]

Luck of the Draw

May 1, 2009 by Leave a Comment

by Richard Holt By the time they found Cornell’s body, dumped in a laneway near the Perseverance Hotel, I’d landed in Bangkok and taken the first bus south. Later, when I learnt the result of the game and heard about Cornell’s demise, I guessed what had happened. But the homicide boys would never figure it [Read more]

Clean Hands

April 28, 2009 by 14 Comments

By Phil Dimitriadis Thirty-five touches. The cleanest hands at the club. Flawless disposal and three goals capped off a great afternoon. Hubris has been sitting on the bench all day, invisible, but determined to get a run when it counts…after the game. Backslappers are aplenty. Pre-pubescent girls hang on his every expression. Desperate housewives hope [Read more]

Round 5 – The Middle Distance

April 28, 2009 by 3 Comments

by Haiku Bob       round 5 – the middle distance       Anzac Day defeat staring into the middle distance         cold snap the empty space where our ruckman used to be         swirling breeze Pendlebury splits the pack with a fake         [Read more]

Round 4 haiku: reeling them in

April 21, 2009 by Leave a Comment

distant thunder Rocca lugs his thighs to the square * * rain soaked shoes while they dry abusing the umps! * * half moon our defence also sliced in half * * between scudding clouds the moon and Pendlebury * * half-time cigarette a long sigh joins the leaden sky * * after heavy rain [Read more]

Rotting Leaves by Haiku Bob – Round 3

April 15, 2009 by 1 Comment

40 point turnaround – in good times and bad we are gathered here balmy night Cox effortlessly runs too far