England Poems | Examples of England Poetry

a bobble hat fellow rumbles along sharp turns behind me - hello - but reaches up to the wall grabs an apple 80 percent intact and hobbles away again a few seconds later he's back again turns behind me, bends low and picks up the soggy, abandoned box of donuts two inside remaining successful mission he wobbles away...

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If we'd lived in olden days days of yore the golden days and I were a troubadour I'd serenade you with my lute unless I had a flute to toot or go more than the extra mile and sing a song to make you smile not with the end of a lance would I beg my lady's favour but gallantly request a dance mayhaps a carol...

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As an Englishman's home is his castle, I abide in my own abode part and parcel, but as I'm always being told, by the trouble and strife (Cockney for 'wife'), how to behave in my own house, whenever the rules I waive, I must ask, I have to say, "Why am I not Lord of all that which I survey?" ...

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Lessons from Shakespeare Here’s a song of tragedies Four plays from bygone times Shakespeare did the penmanship For these heroic crimes. Hamlet was a stately prince King Lear a royal dad Othello was a noble man Macbeth was just plain bad. From these stories we can learn That great men can have flaws And even in this century We all can crash and burn. Come...

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How perversely exciting it used to be, in the months after you made your decision to abandon this hopeless situation meaning [rueful laughter] the UK, not so much the shattered bones of you and me I was still hanging on, a faithful puppy getting up early and heading out to Heathrow to provide the welcome committee and then I went straight to work?...

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I really would like to sit down and drink a beer with a cigarette All I want is to choose for myself But we can't do this and we can't do that I think they're really trying to steal all our fun They call this England, I call it a surveillance state prison. Where the drunk drinks yet damns drugs...

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I stood in front of my class and cried biscuits over you squirting out my elegant tears like fish eggs while you took selfies in a muscle shirt that read 'Don't be such a mermaid'...

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As happiness now, Johnson thunk, Requires that a fellow be drunk, Pursuing the happy, A literate chappy, So happy became that he stunk....

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I sat in the audience listening to celebrity gossip My heart was not there because I had nothing to share The crowd kept streaming in and suddenly my heart began To sing ;in a few seconds the theatre was full and suddenly I found myself standing center stage staring at three thousand people in front of me,...

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A talented man has died and he's gone for eternity. Prentis Hancock has died at the age of eighty-three. This great man came into this world in 1942. He starred in "Space: 1999" and "Doctor Who". Millions are mourning because his life came to an end. They are all sorry because they will never see him again. He was a very...

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Take me to the mountain of hope Where I can find a place to replenish my soul Take me to the mountain near the sea where I can spend quiet time with thee I want to breathe fresh air again and Rejuvenate the youthful years with my friend I want to walk upon sturdy rocks and scream Across the...

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The years passes quickly and my heart kept holding on to something profound and an age old practice refused to leave the town; my heart cannot say goodbye for upon it your destiny lies. Morning cracks the notorious code and spill the beans all over the road and since then the dreams stall in the...

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Write a song for me and let my soul sing Write a song for me and join in the rhythm Play the harp and the flute and take me back Take me back to the days of my youth When life was green and I used to hang out by the stream And roam the hills and mountain And at...

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In 1773 the sun never set on the British Empire so goes the story now the 'Teatime Islands' crumbs of Great Britain’s former glory but as the moon rose over the White Cliffs of Dover standing guard at the Gateway to England ramparts the enemy to forestall if the ravens left the Tower of London the kingdom itself then would fall and Britain would...

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