Christian Football

Christian pious passions

Have turned to football passions

In crowds so great their praying sounds

All round the towns

And culture drowns

Do you know the name of him

No why should I you stupid thing

I know of none who fill my dream

Of poetry and art serene

When cast upon a football scene

My passions drown

What is it drives their fervour

They near nigh fall and die

For hero's tough and tall

And rough at that and all

Yea ye- know its all a show

Why we don't join them they don't know

— Nordic cloud, Apr 05, 2009

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: Oslo and Flatdal, Norway., NOR

Favorite Poets: Too daunting this.

Critiques

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Hi Ann of pro-football.

Hi Ann of pro-football. Let's toss this one around for a bit.. I have a friend who detests football, and all that mentality, much like I *abhor* hunting* (especially *hunting prey with telescopic sight). (Even if in my city, hunters are called upon to cull the deer herds.) Suffice it to say, there was a time in Cleveland when our team--the Browns were called "The Heartbreak Kids... somehow, I was pulled in... perhaps it was just a golden time for me, (my son & x-husband were living all together under one roof)....and we were all trying to touchdown... *make it* real. Years later, I understand football (ruby, soccer?) a little better. We're all looking for heroes, something bigger to belong to, be proud of... it's just that games have 'winners and losers' and there's a mob mentality that sometimes gets the best of the spectators as well as the players. Gladiator games circa 2009 AD. But then again I've always been a Sunday morning quarterback. ;-) Hug. ~A * made a slight revision... hate the sin, not the sinner...or something like that

Arrow

17 years 2 months ago

Have lived here and there . . .

some places football, some Nascar, some pro-wrestling/cage fighting and now, basketball. All fine forums for group "communion" and-I like none of it! At work (in a hospital!), some days are "Wear your favorite team shirt days" and I am alone like a misplaced tree among the banners on the field. I do like ballroom dancing, though, which seems to be coming back into style.

Nordic cloud

17 years 2 months ago

Shall we dance?

Oh I loved to dance and when it was ladies choice made a bee-line for the man who danced best in the room, I remember one time he led me in a fox trot which I had learnt but forgotten, and when HE was leading, there being only two couples on the well sprung floor, it was something out-of-this-world, we glided across the whole floor and gently turned (like a leaf in slow moving water) at the corner to glide again, I danced perfectly because of his help, so subtle and so well done. I sat down and immediately said "I shall only marry someone who can dance" needless to say I married a man who just stood there while I danced round him!!!!!! Just my luck. I was divorced 9 yrs later but not because he couldn't dance!!!! Yes those with children and boys who like football, I would be right there cheering them on, I think. I was a fencer, fencing for my county in England, even had a chance of going to study with the Olympic team, but didn't dedicate myself to that, so when I came to Norway and met E here, he climbed, so I did that instead- we follow our men- or did??? Anna we don't like hunters either, we couldn't kill an animal. Yours Ann of Norway

Kailashana

17 years 2 months ago

Hmmm. i was/am a dancer,

Hmmm. i was/am a dancer, literally and figuratively... my x enjoyed dancing and singing & cooking (he was a chef, and he once did a show as Pavarotti in his *big* days) ever & always the *whore* of the dance floor... all the husbands who didn't dance... however, when we were separated, a friend and I went to a singles dance at the *Holiday Inn* (twas a meat market back in those days) well, one tall, elegant man danced with me.... we could have been *dancing with the stars* then.... we were THAT good. it was a choreographed evening....i never went back. never saw him again....but what a memory!! follow our men? perhaps Anna, or perhaps we are ready for *new* experiences, and *find* the men who are more than willing *partners*. i'm looking for mine, i suppose, wonder what i'll learn now, as if the poor soul could teach an old(er) bitch a new trick lol. ~A

Proprietress o…

17 years 2 months ago

Ann of Norway,

a delightful poem. light-hearted, like a child skipping over a (football)field of puddles. I am not a big fan of soccer but I did enjoy the shift in germany's image which the world cup evoked. what a wonderful summer that was! people from all over the world, dancing in the streets, all day long, singing the hymnes of their country, teaching each other so much more than just song. it was quite an experience... your Proprietress

Quillsvein1

17 years 2 months ago

i absolutely

share your view on football, Ann. even the tallest and hardest guys can fall in a second! i've always hated football as well; once in my much younger days i went to yankee stadium and read a book instead of watching. i love boxing though, the old stuff--you are of the poet's mind, pure and unattached to some of the cruder things going on around you. great job! GB