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Off Season Overload
November 27, 2009 by 1 Comment
by Pamela Sherpa The season’s over, it’s time for a break To rest up weary bodies, slacken off the pace Tortured, overworked muscles are screaming for a rest After a long hard slog, it’s time to de stress. Triathlons, time trials, boot camps in excruciating heat Just reading about it, “Phew! ‘I feel [Read more]
Music: Recollections of an old fart at Meredith
November 11, 2009 by 7 Comments
By Andrew Fithall In 2008 I attended my first Meredith. Some people think that is a little bit weird for a then 49-year -old. And some people might be a little bit right. But I have come late to this music festival scene. In fact, live music generally has not taken up a lot of [Read more]
AFL Grand Final – Haiku Bob – a thin mist
September 30, 2009 by 4 Comments
Grand final day every seat taken on the couch clouds black and blue the crunch of bodies to kill the ball no goals… wild applause greets a smother shots for goal sprayed far and wide like Goddard’s nose all day the rain Ablett not falling [Read more]
Haiku Bob: AFL Finals – week 3 – oceans of torment
September 23, 2009 by 3 Comments
heavy rain – beyond the old picket fence oceans of torment swirling sky beneath dark clouds and umbrellas Harry spears the first downpour – one Cat then another bobs up rain stops – our defence leaks Ablett sky clears Leon has left us too wanting the scores to be different I drink more moon spills [Read more]
Haiku Bob: AFL finals – week 2 – closer to oblivion
September 16, 2009 by 5 Comments
night trickles in… Maxwell’s early blunders clear as day a flock of Crows only one of them carrying the ball unseasonal heat a detectable haze across the forward line another September Leon’s basket of tricks snapped shut white-hot moon we edge closer to oblivion blustery wind the less polished among [Read more]
AFL Finals – Week 1 – Haiku Bob – riding the roar
September 9, 2009 by Leave a Comment
September – Collingwood’s defeat has the run of the house afternoon stillness the absent drift and pause of Pendlebury seconds later Presti arrives punching air in nearby worlds forwards who kick goals sun and cloud we hit the front briefly day begins to shrink [Read more]
Poetry: If
September 8, 2009 by 24 Comments
By Phil Dimitriadis If Crompton stayed dour in ’64 … If Potter had’ve kicked in ’66 … Phillip DimitriadisCarer/Teacher/Writer. Author of Fandemic: Travels in Footy Mythology. World view influenced by Johnny Cash, Krishnamurti, Larry David, Toni Morrison and Billy Picken.
Poetry: From the Bounce by Michael Viljoen
September 4, 2009 by Leave a Comment
From that first cherry plucked when Adam was small To when suburban clan rivalries divided us all Words mêlée and fight as our poets recite The deeds and the lore of football Though others assume this most sacred name As rugby, and gridiron, even soccer may claim Of feats gazed upon in sport’s pantheon From [Read more]
Poetry: A Barry Crocker of a Year
September 2, 2009 by Leave a Comment
By Rick Trewavas Screw the game, it’s not the same If your mob’s not out there. It’s the final stanza for all but five, Too late to sell a game alive to the NT, bugger it – it was worth plenty. But at least our B&F Tink is rid of umpies’ mistakes, Ducks and drakes, [Read more]
Haiku Bob – AFL Round 22 – unmistakable stench
September 2, 2009 by 2 Comments
twilight game the city’s groan circles the Dome from wing to wing we try to make the ball go forward Dogs on another fast break paint peeling from the rafters leisurely Leon spears a pass to his opponent getting jumpy Wellingham crumbs and goals his own fumble twilight our hopes slowly fade but fade they [Read more]
Haiku Bob – AFL Round 21 – such and such
August 25, 2009 by Leave a Comment
Sunday football – players emerge head-bowed from their sermons blowing a gale – trees and forwards stripped of life for some the ball goes only where the wind wants it to two fumbles and suddenly Dick in the clear late winter squall – smooth passing gone with [Read more]
Haiku Bob – AFL Round 20 – holding it all together
August 19, 2009 by 1 Comment
early resistance over before my first beer shaking off winter Swan loses another tag late winter squall spot fires stretch across half-forward dust settles… magpies go back to feeding on remains fragmented sky Didak holding it all together kick out – passing clouds bunch up empty paper bag [Read more]
Haiku Bob – AFL Round 19 – dreaded hope
August 12, 2009 by 8 Comments
mid-August returning on cue dreaded hope TV game in prime position the sleeping dog night begins to cool players not yet hardened to their task deceived by the bounce clouds leave behind the moon moonlight mixes with wine the game starts to open up time-on game in the balance dog snores at my feet magnolias [Read more]
Haiku Bob – AFL Round 18 – the big sticks
August 5, 2009 by 1 Comment
murky stars the air heavy with Presti’s absence deep winter the mating season for misdirected kicks moon glint a daisy among the weeds of our forward line night mist Leon turns expressionist another behind – a seagull sails between the big sticks slow moving [Read more]
Poetry: A Local Bloke
July 31, 2009 by 2 Comments
By Bill Walker A box slips down with a humming sound, faces smile through tears the playing field a memory now, team mates succumbing to years Barney, Rat, Whinger, Knob and Doris from the canteen the team’s all there with silver hair, on a nostalgic crutch they lean a special bloke has had enough, slipped [Read more]
AFL Round 17 – Haiku Bob – winter sounds
July 29, 2009 by 2 Comments
Friday Night Football florescent ump waits for TV cue I slurp plastic beer haiku bobRob Scott (aka Haiku Bob) is a peripatetic haiku poet who calls Victoria Park home. He writes haiku in between teaching whisky and drinking English, or something like that.
AFL Round 16 – Haiku Bob – from somewhere a cloud
July 22, 2009 by 1 Comment
stars appearing our game plan in a million pieces gazing at the centre half forward no longer there sharp wind Hodge’s torpedo pierces the night swirling breeze whichever way we want to go we can’t cloudless night from somewhere a cloud of hawks in the clear Toovey kicks it [Read more]
Haiku Bob: AFL Round 15: blur of bodies
July 15, 2009 by 3 Comments
hot start the coolness in our play Leon’s blind turn I top up the wine glass without looking surrounded by winter O’Bree works the ball loose unnoticed rolling thunder the ball tumbles from end to end dwindling lead I take everything back in winter’s hold driven only by the goal we need less than a [Read more]
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