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Topic Originator: onandupthepars
Date: Sat 31 May 18:45
I`m glad we`ve re-signed Hammy
He`s mair baws than a peperami
He`ll niver cry for his mammy
and he rhymes wi` Sammy the Tammy!
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Topic Originator: Bletchley_Par
Date: Sat 31 May 19:26
Is that you Jim?
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Topic Originator: General Zod
Date: Sat 31 May 19:31
Drugs and creativity go hand in hand.
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Topic Originator: onandupthepars
Date: Sat 31 May 19:42
Praise indeed, Bletchley, thank you. I was hoping others might have a go - get into the spirit of these days and enjoy the ride!
Special mention for Parsdaft, and his poem worthy of repeating:
Ref:`Hamilton re-signs thread, Parsdaft, Sat 31 May 15:09
He signed the deal, a dream come true,
A local lad in black and white hue.
For Dunfermline’s pride, he stands so tall,
A warrior fierce, he’ll give it all.
A winner’s heart, a fighter’s soul,
Charging forward, eyes on goal.
But sometimes fire burns too bright,
A booking here, a reckless fight.
Yet through the highs and through the lows,
His passion for the Pars still shows.
Through brick and mortar, rain or shine,
For Neil Lennon’s squad—this lad’s divine.
Post Edited (Sat 31 May 20:03)
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Topic Originator: PARrot
Date: Sat 31 May 20:04
I preferred yours :)
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Topic Originator: Buspasspar
Date: Sat 31 May 20:13
In my dream I saw East End Park
Saw the floodlights turn day from dark
Heard the crowd sing heard them clap
Saw the Pars win the cup
In my dream I saw spending above our means
Saw the Admin man say its over now it seems
Heard our Fans shout an heard them protest
Saw them do what our fans do best
In my dream I saw the club being sold
Saw German owners now, so I’m told
Heard they wanted community and fair play
Saw it slowly unfold then they went away
In my dream I saw managers come and go
Saw Losing games with the play so slow
Heard the fans shout heard their frustration
Saw their anger and heard talk of relegation
In my dream I saw new owners come from the west
Saw they liked a gamble but are prepared to invest
Heard that Neil Lennon was the man to save the season
Saw the Pars win and stay up
We are forever shaped by the Children we once were
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Topic Originator: Paralex
Date: Sat 31 May 21:34
At East End Park, our field of dreams,
Nothing`s ever as it seems,
We`re far too good for other teams,
At least that`s what I thought.
But let us lay aside our fear,
And face with hope another year,
The team might just slip into gear
And somehow stop the rot.
We`ll play against the Starko men,
The Thistle too we`ll play again,
Morton, Airdrie tae ye Ken,
And the new lads from the North.
So let`s rise up, support our team,
Again this year and dare to dream,
That the boys will not run out of steam
But show us what they`re worth.
Post Edited (Fri 06 Jun 01:09)
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Topic Originator: Alter Ego
Date: Sat 31 May 21:39
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Topic Originator: Buspasspar
Date: Sat 31 May 21:39
Superb .. Paralex
We are forever shaped by the Children we once were
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Topic Originator: onandupthepars
Date: Sat 31 May 23:12
I`m well impressed boys. It gives me a lift to read your poems. And writing your words as poems instead of prose freshens things up, gives your ideas extra sparkle and life.
I wonder how somebody thinks it`s weird, after all do they think the Pars songs are weird - they`re just poems set to music. Or any football club songs - I think some o` them are fab. And BTW, our own Robert Burns, and the young man he credits with inspiring him - Robert Fergusson - were very fond of both poetry and songs, which was natural in their day.
I`m not mad keen on all poetry but here`s a worthy effort I found on a website by Paul Cookson:
THE FOOTBALLER’S PRAYER
Our team
Which art eleven
Hallowed be thy game
Our match be won
Their score be none
On turf as we score at least seven
Give us today no daily red … card
And forgive us our lost passes
As we forgive those
Who lose passes against us
Lead us not into retaliation
And deliver us from penalties
For three is the kick off
The power and scorer
For ever and ever
Full time
Post Edited (Sat 31 May 23:19)
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Topic Originator: usurpar
Date: Sun 1 Jun 00:46
I think that I shall never see
A team as great as DAFC
A team that hungers for success
Ignored by all the West Coast Press
A team the fans all hope and pray
Will win the Champions League one day
A team of heroes in black and white
Who make the others look like s****
And bring us back those glory days
Of the sixties and the seventies.
Poems are made by fools like me
But can a manager re-make DAFC?
Apologies to Joyce Kilmer for the poor plagiarism…….
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Topic Originator: AlterPar
Date: Sun 1 Jun 12:36
ChatGPT is a great thing.
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Topic Originator: onandupthepars
Date: Sun 1 Jun 13:54
Wel done, usurpar. I think it works really well as a rhyming poem.That always makes it easy to read, makes the message both serious and jolly at the same time. I hadn`t come across Joyce Kilmer before. Here`s the bit you`ve adapted:
"I think that I shall never see
A billboard lovely as a tree.
Indeed, unless the billboards fall,
I`ll never see a tree at all."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joyce_Kilmer
I`ll take that as a nice wee challenge for a Pars poem. What aboot:
I thought that I would never see
Oor club get doon fae yon gum tree
Roll on the day we kick a baw
Come on ye Pars - excite us aw!
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Topic Originator: onandupthepars
Date: Sun 1 Jun 14:33
Just to check it out, I asked ChatGPT to write a short poem in praise of Dunfermline Athletic footballers. Here`s the result:
"O sons of Dunfermline, bold and true,
In black and white you dare pursue
The game with grit, with fire, with grace,
Each stride a roar, each goal — embrace.
East End Park, your sacred ground,
Where hearts beat fast and cheers resound,
Through rain or shine, you never yield,
With lion hearts, you own the field.
From legends past to rising stars,
You’ve battled fate, you`ve borne your scars.
Yet still you fight, with heads held high,
For fans who sing and dreams that fly.
So here’s to you, the brave, the few,
Who wear the badge in proud pursuit —
Dunfermline`s pride, its beating core,
Forever loved, forever more."
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Frightening isn`t it? Though I guess it doesn`t understand the word `short`.
The point is not about who writes better poetry, but for us to express ourselves, through our own heads and feelings. Writing poetry, or anything - even dotnet posts - can be good for us, life-enhancing. For some, it can help keep dementia at bay. To detractors I will just say - that`s OK, say your wee piece, but if you can manage more, well and good. But as I said, I enjoy reading others` poems - because I know they`re putting themselves into them.
Post Edited (Sun 01 Jun 15:11)
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Topic Originator: red-star-par
Date: Mon 2 Jun 18:49
In the style of Rudyard Kipling`s If....
If you can trace your soul to Old Inn’s fire,
Where boots were laced and dreams began to breathe,
A spark lit in June’s quiet, bold desire—
A town, a team, a name the wind would wreathe.
If you can hold the pride of black and white,
While years roll on with triumph, tears, and toil,
And still recall with hearts that burn so bright
The cups we lifted on Hampden`s sacred soil...
If you can wear the badge through highs and lows,
When fortune frowns and fortune dares to smile,
And walk the steps where Charlie Dickson rose,
With heroes carved in Pars` eternal style—
If you can stand when rivals claim the day,
But know our song will rise despite the fall,
For glory`s not just silver put on display—
It`s found in grit, in pride, in giving all.
If you can dare, while doubters fill the air,
And trust the cause when shadows test our will,
And still believe with every breath and prayer
That East End Park can thunder louder still—
If you can greet this dawn with open eyes,
With Lennon now to marshal, guide, inspire,
Then know the Phoenix lives, we will arise—
For Pars were born of spirit, forged in fire.
If you can dream—but not let dreams betray you,
If you can fight—and never lose your soul,
If you can say, "The journey starts anew,"
Then Dunfermline, you’ve met your truest goal.
And when the final whistle blows one day,
Look back and know you cheered with heart and hand—
A club still rising, come what may,
140 years—and still we stand
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Topic Originator: Paralex
Date: Tue 3 Jun 00:08
Very good adaptation of a great poem, Redstarpar.
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Topic Originator: onandupthepars
Date: Tue 3 Jun 00:33
Very good red-star. As with others` poems, I especially like details that are personal to the Pars and our story, e.g. you`ve included Old Inn, Charlie Dickson, East End Park, 140 years, but the whole poem has good spirit and momentum.
Only one teeny detail you might consider? Might it be better, for the purists, and for authenticity to say, "Then Dunfermline Athletic you`ve met your truest goal." I don`t think it makes the line too long. I think it`d just add a wee bit o` majesty, maybe gets the heart going a wee bit more to give us our full name - it also represents our history in that it was the difference between us and the cricket club - a proclamation of our independence when we formed, and has been a significant part of our identity ever since. What think ye?
Post Edited (Tue 03 Jun 00:50)
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Topic Originator: Buspasspar
Date: Tue 3 Jun 14:29
That is superb RSP .. Well done
We are forever shaped by the Children we once were
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