The rooms now empty, echoing again, his players long gone from their latest loss, The coach surveys the scene, once more his men have led, but coughed it up. Still, he’s the boss. He’ll have to take the blame although he knows his midfield’s soft, his forwards will not run Down back his boys won’t [Read more]
Haiku Bob: football the ocean
June 14, 2012 by Leave a Comment
pile of leaves – the coach’s plans all coming together crisp afternoon – the click of our midfield football the ocean Swan swims in rustle of leaves – the defender hears footsteps sunlight spills through the clouds – Blair crumbs broken sunlight – Swan half in half out of [Read more]
out of sight
June 6, 2012 by Leave a Comment
edge of the city the sound of a goal late start an early rush of goals twilight game how soon the forwards put us out of sight broken clouds in the space between Beams full moon Didak still going round defenders swirling leaves suddenly Ablett somewhere else kicking yips [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary
June 6, 2012 by 1 Comment
ROUND ELEVEN The dilemma of hope Three weeks of byes rips the supercoach teams to shreds. The balance of personal bias against common sense comes to the fore in the month of June. There’s no sense in backing a winning team in these comps if huge portions of them go surfing in Week Eleven, or [Read more]
Posts: A Concrete Poem
June 1, 2012 by 10 Comments
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.
Haiku Bob: From the outer
June 1, 2012 by Leave a Comment
autumn remains – a few minutes left of the low scoring game away game the ball not going to the right spots one goal down in the rain sinking lower into the sofa scores level vapor rises from the outer branches snap off another knee thin rain hopes of winning [Read more]
After the Siren (a sonnet)
May 29, 2012 by 6 Comments
It was a different era he was sure, when harder men went one-on-one all day, and some still claim the way they played more pure; You always knew the price you’d have to pay. He’d paid his price for just one shot at glory in ’78; they were unbackable. His shot from twenty would have [Read more]
Haiku Bob: nowhere left
May 23, 2012 by 9 Comments
autumn night Pendlebury shifts attention from the cold wind halves the moon a perfect pass intercepted misdirected kick the man-mountain brushed aside spring sun dusting the screen to watch Pendlebury leaves skip past Didak turns out of trouble Pendlebury gathers on the wing a leaf [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary
May 21, 2012 by 1 Comment
Round Eight Port is a Mess, Revisited Skip from Skipton was wrong when he wrote that Port versus North at AMMI was an Eight Tarpaulin Match. On the day, ten tarpaulins covered huge sections of the Outer, protecting the venue from its emptiness. And, with only 14,508 people there, all of us could have sat [Read more]
autumn veins
May 17, 2012 by Leave a Comment
autumn night long before it ends the game over goal in the first minute and the last in between the scrap deep autumn veins bulge on the neck of the coach sun long gone the forward line lacking spark sultry night a set shot slides away away game short passing left behind some leaves dead [Read more]
Carlton Supporters – An Amplification
May 9, 2012 by 1 Comment
by Bernie Tuck Remember the days of going to Waverley. You hated going there. It was mandatory to have lunch at a Brunswick pub to muster the strength to tackle the journey. The skill was to have some other unsuspecting bloke to drive.[ He usually only fell for the three card trick once]. The reason [Read more]
round 6 – haiku bob – three quarter moon
May 9, 2012 by 4 Comments
roof closed the game not reaching great heights three quarter moon the crowd just shy of full colder nights a measured kick lands out on the full turning leaves all our goals kicked by defenders thinning trees welcoming with open arms Cloke’s first mark moon [Read more]
round 5 – haiku bob – the last second
April 30, 2012 by Leave a Comment
Anzac Day one grey cloud covers the sky space closing at the last second Swan’s handpass fine rain a snap for goal brushes the post cloudburst the ball belted one end to the other autumn mist a handpass without looking cloud trapped sun Collingwood leading the smother count [Read more]
A Day Out
April 25, 2012 by 4 Comments
by Bill Walker Clinking of the medals crunching of the feet witnessed by the honor guard lining out the streets skirling of the bagpipes dull thud of the drum order of the service just a background hum flooding back the memories so strong it’s hard to cope did their bit for freedom democracy and hope [Read more]
the sunlight’s slant
April 24, 2012 by Leave a Comment
piercing light the defender touches a nerve partly closed roof the ball hovers between flanks filling the stands with groans stubbed toe ump and player in heated discussion – the sunlight’s slant edge of winter – crossing the 50 metre line he falls over falling leaves them all behind Harry clouds adrift so many goals [Read more]
Heaven
April 24, 2012 by 2 Comments
by Bernie Tuck As we get older we start thinking about what Heaven is like. Topless angels serving boutique beers and the like . I have now discovered Heaven: Saturday afternoon at the MCG. With your son. Fine day. Essendon supporters. Playing Carlton. Three quarter time. Essendon seven goals up. At the back of [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary
April 20, 2012 by Leave a Comment
Round Four, preview Here’s a chance Here’s a chance for Port. Collingwood is tearing itself to bits. Here’s one round where Port can note that its opposition is more ragged than itself. Here’s a chance to put their foot upon their throat in the last quarter, where the game may still be there to be [Read more]
almost not there
April 18, 2012 by 3 Comments
autumn night the missing parts of our game watching the footy in a different time-zone I whisper an expletive turning leaves Swan fast becoming slow wisps of cloud Collingwood almost not there lingering snow the team’s lifeblood lies motionless flaming red the young maple – new coach feels the heat autumn haze I vaguely remember [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary: Round 3
April 16, 2012 by Leave a Comment
Round Three, Think again The best thing about footy is that it only takes three weeks for the world to change, for nothing else to matter, for the dry summer to dissolve. Unexplainable gaps appear in the tipping comps; injuries punch holes in early balloons; new coaches are, suddenly, stranger than the ones they [Read more]
TO THE KNOCKERS
April 15, 2012 by 2 Comments
TO THE KNOCKERS When your kid falls to the ground You don’t put him in the dock. You don’t walk away disgusted You don’t let his buddies mock. You pick him up and dust him off You whisper in his ear ‘Don’t listen to the blighters scoff Get up again and hear them cheer.’ That [Read more]
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