by Bill Walker Out east in the leafy eastern burbs, climate change has hit the streets the May bloom buds refuse to burst, there is no winter sweet scattered forlornly on the footpath, scuffed leaves of gold and brown big Jeff’s pulled out his secateurs, just who is leaving town perfect juicy ripened fruits can [Read more]
haiku bob – round 7: flesh and shadows
May 12, 2010 by 5 Comments
moonlit night – a magpie strolls into the goal square space between stars – magpie defenders guarding it swirling breeze Didak through the flap of seagulls squeezed on the left checked on the right Harry Obama steers a course through the middle floodlit flesh and shadows climb over Jolly umps wave play on starlight Cloke [Read more]
haiku bob: clear above the clouds
May 5, 2010 by 2 Comments
bringing autumn tackle by tackle to the Blues a mountain clear above the clouds – Dawes marks again tumbling leaves – Ball turns himself inside and out down on form Leon chases some hidden goal a row of Blues neatly laid out for Didak’s trickery pack forms – Swan ducks his head into the cloud [Read more]
end of sorrow
April 29, 2010 by 3 Comments
Anzac Day – the sun settles on every medal Anzac Day crowd – the amplification of silence end of sorrow Cloke kicks the first bright autumn sun flashes through the goals Cloke’s banana Toovey goals there must be something in this beer Anzac Day – Didak finds a gap between bodies watching the rain beer [Read more]
Poem: Ode to the Crackling Transistor
April 26, 2010 by 3 Comments
Ensconced we sit in contoured plastic seats, our floggers banned, our brollies not allowed, with leg-room our desire for comfort meets and yet the advertising’s way too loud. Where thermos flasks of soup once warmed us up and pies were cheap, or peanuts from a sack, We queue for coffee now, five bucks a cup, [Read more]
Poetry: The Geometry of Tom Harley
April 21, 2010 by 2 Comments
The Geometry of Tom Harley by Andrew Gaylard That these two lines will meet there is no doubt: A burly forward leading from the square, The footy’s arc descending through the air; They will converge just thirty metres out. Then from an angle, running back without A hesitation and without a care For safety, just [Read more]
haiku bob round 4: faint stars
April 20, 2010 by Leave a Comment
first tackle – the sun ducks its head night comes – Harry closes up a gap clods of dirt fly in Daisy’s blazing path balmy night all our mistakes softened evening of faint stars Leon misses and misses again something unremarkable sparks a sudden flood of goals fingertipper – Leon’s grab nicks the moon old-timer [Read more]
haiku bob Round 2 – the pack’s hollow
April 14, 2010 by 1 Comment
Autumn night – all kinds of noises from the packed stadium arch rivals – it takes six men to eject the drunk another point pointless complaining leaves crackle and pop goes Reiwoldt’s hamstring slipping away the first leaves and our early lead crickets – Ball’s pulse fills the pack’s hollow bloke on a stretcher ball [Read more]
Haiku Bob Round 2: waiting for the moon
April 6, 2010 by 3 Comments
warm up – Leon practices kicking opportunistic goals my entire life coming here not knowing what will happen waiting for the moon – we can’t get it out of the middle daylight savings ends – Collingwood whittles away the light approaching dusk… the moment between winning and losing shades of pink in the ghost gum [Read more]
Haiku Bob – AFL Round 1 – the cackle of magpies
March 31, 2010 by 2 Comments
first game of the year arriving at the ground too early early lead recalling last year’s early lead so humid the defensive line fans out windless afternoon – Harry’s dreadlocks still swinging one more drops into the hole Barry fills no sweat Medhurst plucks the ball from the muggy air wherever he goes Johnno [Read more]
Poetry: Black and White
February 27, 2010 by 11 Comments
By Andrew Gigacz – It used to seem very easy To “footy fan” categorise You barracked for us, or barracked for them Or (GASP!) maybe even the Pies! –
Poetry: Oh Tim
February 21, 2010 by Leave a Comment
I’d missed the news yet caught a rumour Barely through the summer slept. Now autumn blows a heavy humour Scandal has its promise kept.
Footy’s Coming
February 8, 2010 by 5 Comments
Footy’s Coming To the tune of Johnny Cash’s ‘Busted’ By Phil Dimitriadis Cricket and tennis aren’t my kind of drugs. Hauritz and Federer don’t inspire group hugs. Footy’s Coming. Serena took off, along with her bling. Caro and Wallsy are still hibernating. But,Footy’s coming. My daughter brought home a boy from school. I got sunstroke, [Read more]
Poetry: Footy Time
February 1, 2010 by 3 Comments
by Sue Currie We’ve sent the Pakis packing The Open now is shut The hot cross buns are in the shops And school is going back. The silly season’s ended The NAB Cup’s nearly here It’s time to meet our new boys And bag the umps again. Pre-season’s nearly over We’re members once again It’s [Read more]
The Sportsman or the Scientist?
January 28, 2010 by 3 Comments
The Sportsman or the Scientist: who do we revere? Milo or Pythagoras: which one do we cheer? * Newton or DiMaggio: which one got the girl? Edison or Baggio: who lit up the world? * Darwin’s worm or Tiger’s club: which one do we prize? Einstein’s rule or Ali’s glove: which one makes us wise? [Read more]
Twenty-first Century Names
January 18, 2010 by 6 Comments
by Dave Nadel There’s no footy and the cricket is one sided and so lying on the beach I wrote the following piece of doggerel. I stress that it is doggerel, it doesn’t even scan. It should not be classed as poetry – there is a Magpie supporter who writes poetry for the almanac but [Read more]
When Did it Change
January 4, 2010 by Leave a Comment
By Debbie Kairn When Did it Change When Sydney to Hobart got so fast It used to last almost to next year Constitution tested before the yachties rested When did it change The MCG to Simply the G Are M and C less important when goal posts at each end stand rampant When did it [Read more]
Poetry: “Footyless”
December 31, 2009 by 80 Comments
By Danielle Eid Footyless Being Footyless is not hard to explain Truthfully I must admit I think I’ve gone Insane No happiness, laughter No suffering or pain Just thoughts of Old Malthouse and his almost finished reign. My scarf hangs in my closet, my Collingwood jersey too The flags stand beside them with nothing else [Read more]
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]
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