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! – GigsWell, here we are. The Bulldogs have won a flag. What do I do now? www.australianfootball.com
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. Terry Chapman
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]
The game – by Debbie Kairn
December 13, 2009 by 4 Comments
After stumps Pitch dark Crickets play medeb
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]
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]
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