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| Topic: POETIC PRAISE FOR PARS |
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| 1. Author: onandupthepars Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 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! Reply |
| 2. Author: Bletchley_Par Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 19:26 Is that you Jim?  Reply |
| 3. Author: General Zod Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 19:31 Drugs and creativity go hand in hand. Reply |
| 4. Author: onandupthepars Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 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) Reply |
| 5. Author: PARrot Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 20:04 I preferred yours :) Reply |
| 6. Author: Buspasspar Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 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 Reply |
| 7. Author: Paralex Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 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) Reply |
| 8. Author: Alter Ego Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 21:39 Aye ok let’s make poems up abut the team….a bit weird but hey ho…. Post Edited (Sat 31 May 21:39) Reply |
| 9. Author: Buspasspar Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 21:39 Superb .. Paralex We are forever shaped by the Children we once were Reply |
| 10. Author: onandupthepars Date: Sat 31st May 2025. 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) Reply |
| 11. Author: usurpar Date: Sun 1st Jun 2025. 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……. Reply |
| 12. Author: AlterPar Date: Sun 1st Jun 2025. 12:36 ChatGPT is a great thing. Reply |
| 13. Author: onandupthepars Date: Sun 1st Jun 2025. 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! Post Edited (Sun 01 Jun 14:00) Reply |
| 14. Author: onandupthepars Date: Sun 1st Jun 2025. 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." ------------------------------------------------ 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) Reply |
| 15. Author: red-star-par Date: Mon 2nd Jun 2025. 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 Reply |
| 16. Author: Paralex Date: Tue 3rd Jun 2025. 00:08 Very good adaptation of a great poem, Redstarpar. Reply |
| 17. Author: onandupthepars Date: Tue 3rd Jun 2025. 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) Reply |
| 18. Author: Buspasspar Date: Tue 3rd Jun 2025. 14:29 That is superb RSP .. Well done We are forever shaped by the Children we once were Reply |
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