AFL Round 11: cloudburst by Haiku Bob

cloudburst       Queen’s Birthday the number one pick rubs shoulders with the best           this day looks no different yet eight unanswered goals           dark clouds and Presti shut out any light           cloudburst – goal sharks spill over themselves for [Read more]

Poetry: Twilight by Andrew Gigacz

Twilight   by Andrew Gigacz     Footy is not for Twilight   Footy is for Highlights and Lowlights And Friday night Floodlights   Twilight is not for footy   Twilight is for Goths For Stephanie Meyer and Bella Swan   It’s not for footy   Twilight is for teenagers and Kristen Stewart It’s for [Read more]

Poetry: Bill and Bob

                                                    Bill and Bob                                                   By Phil Dimitriadis                                       Bill played forward, Bob played back,                                                             man on man, the olden days.                                       Body hair, Brylcream, going the whack.                                                               Arch rivals these clubs remain,                                       two young men with a bitter secret,                                       who [Read more]

Haiku Bob: inside the arc

by Haiku Bob inside the arc         half moon just the one man inside the arc           first chip out wide I reach for my beer           night dew the world wobbles on Swan’s kicking           moon-punched sky Harry squirts [Read more]

Haiku Bob: poking holes

    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]

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

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

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’

                                                                                                                                  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

  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

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

  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

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]

Round 5 – The Middle Distance

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

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

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