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’
May 12, 2009 by 2 Comments
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
May 11, 2009 by 1 Comment
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
May 6, 2009 by 3 Comments
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
May 5, 2009 by Leave a Comment
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
May 4, 2009 by Leave a Comment
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
April 28, 2009 by 3 Comments
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
April 21, 2009 by Leave a Comment
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
April 15, 2009 by 1 Comment
40 point turnaround – in good times and bad we are gathered here balmy night Cox effortlessly runs too far 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.
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