England Poems
New England Graveyard
by Stephen Sandy
Back of the church the busy forsythias bow
and scrape to May and all these blessed stones
stiff in their careful finery of words;
the mess of markers makes me go and browse.
Somehow the blocks of slate and marble hate
to be cut and carved to the dimensions
of Mary Monday's age and her virtues.
At heart they hurt to be made literate
and they are rebelling, fast as they can,
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England's Greatest Pride
by Christen Kuikoua
Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,
For you have delivered us from evil
And make us a family,
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Prince Harry's Spiral
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Spoilt from birth,
Pampered and needy,
Being the spare an inherited curse,
Leading to actions often quite seedy.
Great aunt Margaret blazing the trail
Questionable choices aplenty,
Drugs and alcohol steering her sail
A life of regrets, vacuous and empty.
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I Saw England — July Night -
by Ivor Gurney
She was a village
Of lovely knowledge
The high roads left her aside, she was forlorn, a maid —
Water ran there, dusk hid her, she climbed four-wayed.
Brown-gold windows showed last folk not yet asleep;
Water ran, was a centre of silence deep,
Fathomless deeps of pricked sky, almost fathomless
Hallowed an upward gaze in pale satin of blue.
And I was happy indeed, of mind, soul, body even
Having got given
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on the edge
by Matthew Conrad
i'm on the edge, second day counting -
i'm not comfortable on the windowsill -
i am irritated -
new neighbours...
don't ask me why -
i already know why -
my previous neighbours were a problem...
it was problematic to cook meat
on a bbq when i heard a voice over
the fence yell in my direction:
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Prince Harry's Spiral
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Spoilt from birth,
Pampered and needy,
Being the spare an inherited curse,
Leading to actions often quite seedy.
Great aunt Margaret blazing the trail
Questionable choices aplenty,
Drugs and alcohol steering her sail
A life of regrets, vacuous and empty.
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Goodbye Queen Elizabeth
by Dr. Robert Ippaso
Majesty and Grace, Duty and Forbearance,
Yet who was the woman behind the smile,
A mother, wife whose youthful preference
To live a simpler life among the rolling hills of her beautiful green isle.
Yet fate plays games, it's choices rarely random,
In a time of need this girl it deftly summoned,
The world she knew requested to abandon
To fast become a Monarch worldly wise and seasoned.
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England's Greatest Pride
by Christen Kuikoua
Your years have been long and beautiful
You Ruled with Power and Might
Your majesty and your reign were not in question
Because God made you our greatest pride
Unfortunately, today you disappeared in the middle of the unknown
But forever, We your people will remember you Our Beloved Queen,
Queen Elizabeth, Long Lived Your Reign,
For you have delivered us from evil
And make us a family,
......
on the edge
by Matthew Conrad
i'm on the edge, second day counting -
i'm not comfortable on the windowsill -
i am irritated -
new neighbours...
don't ask me why -
i already know why -
my previous neighbours were a problem...
it was problematic to cook meat
on a bbq when i heard a voice over
the fence yell in my direction:
......
there are just some kind of songs: carmina in locus
by Matthew Conrad
there are just some kind of songs,
that define either a time
or a space...
i much prefer the songs
concerning themselves with
the locus - the dasein -
heidegger's pivot quip - or rather:
"quip"...
of all the philosophy i've read:
i never felt inclined to talk
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