Comments : Glory baize of old

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Michael

    When I was 10 years old, my passion was Snooker.
    I was too young to play but often I would spend my
    time watching old boys playing at my fathers canteen
    observing and learning the game, and the nostalgic
    atmosphere that went with it back then.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Love the play on words in the title Michael and the whole poem is wonderfully packed with fantastic descriptions of your favourite sport. It seeps nostalgia and your love is clear. Glad to see it nominated. Well done indeed sir! :-) x
    =^.^=

    • 4 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Kitty, most appreciated comments indeed lady! :)x

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    So so glad to see it was nominated. Love it. Hugs to you. Add to my favorite

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you my dear Miss Dagmar :)x

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Michael, I play an awful lot of snooker myself so how could I not love this? Brilliant write.

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thanks Ben,
      Being a player of such a sport you get it. Sadly a dying sport here. We used to have 5 snooker clubs, but all now flats and retirement homes

  • 3 weeks ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Okay, it's official:

    You're potty!

    Super write, really!!

    • 3 weeks ago

      by Michael

      "snooker loopy nuts..." just cant do the whole lyrics - nor you!! ;)

      Thanks Mr D :)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by Milly Hayward

    Great snooker poem. A great quirky piece. Best wishes Milly x

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Milly :)

  • 3 weeks ago

    by mossgirl19

    A lovely and fun poem Michael!!! I really enjoyed the read!

    • 2 weeks ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Miss Mel :)

  • 1 week ago

    by - Mr. Darcy

    Judging comment:

    As a child I loved nothing more than playing with my balls. This reached a peak in my teens, spending many an hour sinking balls into holes.

    Tennis, football and snooker – I loved them all.

    “History of snooker. The game of snooker is a cue sport which emerged in its modern form in the late 19th century, with roots going back to the 16th century form of English billiards. Billiards was popular among the British Armed Forces stationed in India. ... Eventually, these two games were combined to form snooker.” Wikipedia

    This poem talks nostalgically about this game. Specifically, for this writer, the ‘bus-mans’ club canteen’ where many a snooker match was watched and practiced as a child. The imagery of him being just ‘four feet tall’, trying to cue up a shot is hilarious. The sound and visuals are so real – that I felt I was there. From the smoke-filled room, to the strained faces desperately trying to build their break.

    It seems that a poem like this reflects, not only on a child’s memory and poets enjoyment of the game; but also, the subtle changes in society. There was a time when you would find the game of snooker played everywhere – from canteens, to snooker halls. It was accessible, played in every town, in a number of venues and by all classes. Now, it seems, that the snooker clubs are reducing in numbers, so the game is now more exclusive and that is a shame.

    The poem is written in both rhyme and meter, which is always a nice touch.