Category Archives: Deadline Poetry


Saturday morning with no football

Saturday morning
and we got nothing to do
gonna hit the road together
gonna go hiking with you.

Let the yard grow taller
I don’t care about that ivy
We’re not washing our dog Pepper
let the stinker stay all grimy.

I’m not doing laundry
I’m not working in the garden
I’m not fixing that old faucet
I’ll just have to beg your pardon.

But…Let me get the cooler
and wrap up sandwiches to go
you’ll take peanut butter jelly,
I’ll have myself a sloppy joe!

Gotta bring the rootbeer
springtime hiking makes us thirsty
because we stop at Stewarts meats
and eat a pound of Famous Jerky!

Then we’ll drive to Morton
and make up silly knock knock jokes*
swinging round the twisty bends
laughter rings through mountain oaks!

Up into the mountains
kicking rocks down dusty roads
driving near a scary valley
turns our brains to frightened toads.

We reach our destination
(driving here is half the fun)
our legs are aching to start walking
you get out and start to run!

Past the rocky entrance
the forest is so heavy quiet
you can hear the river rushing
watch out for the horse fly riot!

First we pass the bear cave
then across three falls a-streaming
As I lift you over rocks
I see your smiling face is beaming.

Then we reach the main event
it spits out of the clouds above
and splatters on a mossy rock
the waterfall that we both love.

Let’s have lunch and stay a while
Let’s have lunch and stay forever
Forget about the world back there
This lovely place is far too clever.

But we’re out of jerky, Dad!
And rootbeer too it seems, my dear
the sandwiches have been devoured
we’ll starve if we don’t get out of here.

Now we trudge back to the truck
we know the day is almost through
and even if there’s a pile of chores
I’m glad I spent this day with you.

*Knock knock! Who’s there?
Melissa! Melissa who?

Knock Knock! Who’s there?
River dam. River dam who?
River didn’t damn it, the people did!


Cazorla: Arsenal’s hummingbird

By Tim Todd, 7amkickoff’s chief ornifootbologist

There is a hummingbird who has been my constant companion at work for over a year. Every day when I come in to work he’s there in his tree chirping at me. And sometimes I even see him in the flower bush near the entrance flitting around, sipping nectar, while students trudge by with their Beats on oblivious to the small wonder just inches away.

He was gone for a few days, for over a week actually, and I was starting to worry. I imagined the worst: his tiny body, feathers dulled from the dust, lying unnoticed in the dirt somewhere. Or maybe, I hoped, he’d simply found a mate finally and moved off to her nest. I was still sad, though, because I’d seen the same bird every day for over a year and it felt like a real loss.

Over the last few days I’d seen other birds crowding his perch, there was a robin up there a few days ago and as I came into work yesterday there was a damn starling near his favorite perch. His tree was packed full of those ugly, vulgar, immitative creatures. If the hummingbird, who lives alone, stays rooted to one area, stands up for himself, and does his own thing, is a beautiful little creature, starlings are the exact opposite — they live in vast packs, they imitate other creatures, they are ugly, and they wet their nests. Well, ok, I’m not sure about that last part.

I thought about throwing some rocks at the starling. He wasn’t on my hummingbird’s perch, just near it. And I thought that maybe if I could scare him off I would get my friend back. But if I threw a rock I’d probably only hit a parked car.

Still, I had this penny in my pocket and I was turning that over in my hand and thinking about it like some common hooligan at a football match, ready to throw a coin down on my hated enemy. But just before I could lose my mind I heard the hummingbird song. Hummingbirds sing a song that sounds like birdsong being played at 78 RPM or maybe like an old cassette tape on fast forward. And they kind of make a spitting sound when they don’t like you.


That spitting sound is what I heard and I scanned the sky and trees for my little friend, and sure enough there he was confronting the starling, buzzing around him angrily, and squawking. I don’t know if you’ve ever been confronted by an angry hummingbird but they basically don’t care how big you are and they will fly around you squawking at you and scowling. They have a scowl. I’m not exaggerating. I’ve seen one sipping nectar calmly until he saw me, then he flew behind a branch, looked around at me, saw that I was looking at him and scowled. Needless to say, after a few seconds of harassment, the starling flew off and the hummingbird landed on his favorite branch.

One thing you might not know is that hummingbirds like to perch on the very tips of trees. There, they will preen themselves and show off their iridescent colors by flapping their wings in the sun. If you think about it, the hummingbird rests more than he flies. It takes a huge amount of energy to fly the way they do, so the hummingbird can often be found early in the morning, sitting on top of his favorite tree, warming his engines in the morning sun.

in morning’s first light
hummingbird flutters his wings
revving his engine

In passing it might seem that this is an ostentatious display — sitting so high up in the tree and flapping your wings so that they glint in the sunlight, but it’s not pretentious. Hummingbirds perch on the tips of trees because they can. It is the suchness of the hummingbird that where a normal bird might bend the branch and fall over the tiny little hummingbird finds the smallest perches perfect. High above all the others, showing off his green and ruby coat for all to see, calling out his bird song loud and clear, the hummingbird isn’t showing off, he’s simply being himself.

I think of Santi Cazorla as Arsenal’s little hummingbird. I’ve seen my little friend the hummingbird, literally dart between students as he flies around campus, much the same way that Cazorla weaves between defenders and even his own teammates when he has the ball.

Cazorla can also be a bit showy. Not in the same way that the hummingbird does, what with a coat of iridescent green, but his dance celebration after the Giroud goal against Man City reminded me of the hummingbird flapping his wings in the morning sun.

Santi Cazorla dance Man City

And just like the hummingbird, Cazorla is tough and fearless. He’s not afraid to take on a starling like City’s Fernandinho, or Chelsea’s Matic — they may be bigger, but he’ll still scowl and chirp at them, and can out maneuver them on the pitch. Some lumbering starling like Matic can’t catch Santi Cazorla, that’s why Matic hides in his flock and Cazorla flies free. And Cazorla doesn’t shrink when he’s tackled by the Joey Bartons who like the robins of the world, tend to be just fat birds mostly confined to grubbing around in the dirt for a living. Despite his small frame and the fact that he takes on these bigger opponents in one-on-one duels, Cazorla has made over 45 appearances for Arsenal in each of his first two seasons and has (touch wood) rarely been injured. If he continues this trend he will make almost 50 appearances for Arsenal this season. Marking him out as one of Arsene Wenger’s “iron men” over the last three seasons.

Cazorla isn’t the biggest and he’s not the best, but he’s quick and tough, he stands up to bigger opponents without blinking an eye, and every once in a while, if you sit real still and are real quiet, you can see him up on the highest perch, warming himself in the early morning sun.



Let’s give 110% in press conferences for the rest of the season

It’s the day after the day after a big loss and
we are disappointed, gutted, and of course the loss hurts.
But we have to put the last result behind us,
we have to prepare for the next challenge,
because we can only play the opponent in front of us.

In the next match
we will try to raise our levels,
we won’t be complacent,
we can’t take them for granted,
so we will stay on the front foot,
we will push it to the last minute,
stay switched on, and won’t let our heads drop.

Because this team has a lot of strong characters,
guys who care deeply,
who are professionals
who look forward,
who take their chances,
who show great mental strength,
don’t buckle under the pressure,
and who want to respond well.

They want to give something back to the fans
because we have such great support.
The crowd gives us something extra,
the crowd can lift us,
they create an unbelievable atmosphere,
especially the home fans,
and especially the away fans,
we want to thank them with a good performance.

The next game is going to be tough,
we are under a lot of pressure,
it’s an important game,
we have to learn our lessons,
and put in a good effort,
show a great spirit,
give 100 percent,
make things right,
show our quality,
be brave and,
never give up.
Don’t write us off,
we are still in the fight,
this is a great opportunity,
we just have to take our chances,
fight together as a team,
stay focused,
give a strong response and,
show that we deserve to win.

That’s the key for us.