Match Day

Match Day

by pete marshall

Floodlit dreams upon a baize

where shadows waltz and serenade,

who dance & weave within a heart

as man turns boy, as light turns dark.

When thoughts are lost within your dreams,

seasoned hopes and passions screamed,

bags are packed but never seen,

lovers leave as games have been.


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Tonight my good friend Julie Watkins hosts Meeting the Bar at D'verse, when challenged with "tackling the big subjects", heck she could only mean football...surely

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The Blues: a poem by pete marshall

The Blues

by pete marshall

Into the valley rode the 600

carrying the hope of all who came.

Blues would swirl on banners high,

drums would pound to beat their name.

Whistles blew as cries were heard

midst screams of man, their thumping hooves.

Flesh would sweat 'mongst blood & dirt,

defiant yells the charge let loose.

Tender years too young for war,

fought as one despite their pain.

With gritted teeth they battled on

to take the prize and win the game?

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Those of you who know me on twitter, @petemarshall1, will be aware that I manage an under 10's soccer team. This Sunday, a win will see them win the league. 

Today's poem, The Blues, is for them, who have fought so hard this season and are on the brink of winning their first ever trophy.

This poem is also for One Shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry, which opens tonight at 10pm, UK time  (5pm EST). If you love poetry, whether reading or writing then stop by and take a look.

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For My Boy

For My Boy

My boy became a man today

as tears flowed down his youthful cheeks

and pain was felt within his heart

with strength he fought as armies meet.

And whence no more the battle came

he limped across the soaken’ field

as eyes would meet and mouth his name

and there was I to be his shield.

The skin was sore in blood soaked cloth

yet steel was born within his mind

despite the wound he carried on

and fought until the end of time.

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This poem is dedicated to my oldest son, who is 9. It simply is inspired by his braveness this Sunday, during a soccer match.

My boy played his heart out but came off in tears. The boots he was wearing where too small. He had outgrown them. He loved these boots but knowing how much they cost he kept this too himself because he didn't want us to have to worry about the money.

As he limped off the pitch, despite being man on the match and not letting his team mates down, he couldn't stop crying and that is when i found out. The back of his ankle had rubbed raw and was bleeding.

My boy grew up today, and my boy got his new boots.

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This is my poem for One shot Wednesday, part of One Stop Poetry, which opens at 10pm UK (5pmEST).  A great platform for poets to share and promote their work

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Let The Show Begin: A Poem By Pete Marshall

Let The Show Begin:

A Poem By Pete Marshall

The Cockerels crowed 

and Magpies flew

the Wolves would bay

as Black Cats mewed

And Vllains stole

the Citizens pride

behind the Cottagers

Gunners would strive

The Blues were sung

in Tangerine dreams

the sweets were Red

and Toffees cream

The Trotters growled

the Rovers attacked

the Irons were hot

and the Baggies were back

And Devils roared

whilst Potters played

the Pensioners fought

as Latics slayed….

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The English Football Season 2010-11 started last Saturday. The above poem is a tribute to all 20 teams competing this season in the Premiership....how? I will let you decide.

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