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Short England poem by Smail Poems| Details |

Beach

swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby


Short England poem by jack horne| Details |

a robin hops

a robin hops
after the gardener - -
eats a worm

* I live in England


Short England poem by cory long| Details |

Tounge twister

Eight elephants ate eight eggs on Easter in England with eighty eight elves.


Short England poem by Mya Thein| Details |

future king



little prince named George 
a future king of England 
born with crown on head


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

EPITAPH FOR GEORGE

Martyred

Saint of England,

dragons put to flight-

His stained cross upon the white

remains.


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

footle-TRAD JAZZ

hop,skip



jive trip



Note:Skip jive ,very popular on late fifties England,dance to 'trad' jazz bands


Short England poem by Russell Sivey| Details |

England Town

<center><b>In an England town
Castles exist and rain drowns
Horse and buggy pulls</b></center>

Russell Sivey


Short England poem by Gregory Golden| Details |

New England River

New England River

Industrious beavers

Building their dams

Making sancturary

For the spawning

Young salmon


Short England poem by John Pen| Details |

World Cup 2014

Pain in Spain

Bland England

Shame in the game

Who do you blame

When your approach is lame

Three lions or three blind mice?

I wonder


Short England poem by Melissa Ross| Details |

Reach

Reach for memories of England,

Reach for the stars over Scotland,

Reach for the top of Welsh mountains,

Reach for that,

That memory.


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

vignette-LINE DANCING

A New England country dance

In a 'contre' version from France

Evolved in a solo line-

From Connecticut to Maine

This style found worldwide fame


Short England poem by Russell Sivey| Details |

A Pond, A Distance

A pond, a distance
England carries her beyond
I failed my mission
To grasp her arm for my heart
Her beauty compares to none

Russell Sivey

12/26/2011


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

HUDDLED TOGETHER

Hand

in hand

they weathered

the perils of

life-

their

future

uncertain

in a far off

land.





Ekphrasis after Last of England by Maddox Brown


Short England poem by Robert Pettit| Details |

Spotted Dick

In England it has achieved fame.
Dried currants dot this steamed pudding.
Spotted Dick is this desserts name.
So few Yanks have heard of this thing.


Short England poem by Duke Beaufort| Details |

Sportsmanship

Coach Belichick must have stumbled

New England gets the Jets jumbled

Game signals to read 

All exposedwas this deed

An interception play fumbled?




Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

WHAT'S HE LIKE

B  orn again,from above

R  everes his one(&only) love

I  n  England,proudly raised and bred

A forties child...enough said !

N  ovel verse...his 'street cred'


Short England poem by Alfred Vassallo| Details |

Joan Collins



From England to America searching

Joans fame arrived with Dynastys acting

married four times, she hunted for love

never cared this free going as a dove.




Short England poem by Anthony Dover| Details |

A chain of events that is impossible to stop

A child was interviewed on breakfast radio in England,

The interviewer asked what she thought of the world,

He said,'simple I'm perfect and the world is imperfect.'


Short England poem by Nicole Rodriguez| Details |

What Does the Fox Say

Creeping slick as silk

Crimson foxes scour the night

Like screaming banshees.



Mom and pups scatter

Like fluffy roaches fleeing

When we peek outside.



Blub...


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

septimal- I WALK THE LINE

the landscape

became his

art





Richard Long b 1945 Lan artist



A line made by walking in England 1967



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Short England poem by C. L. Thornton| Details |

Living it Up

Making my usual rounds
of morning dailies, to my surprise
this headline grabbed my eyes:
"Queen of England in the red
bloody short on cash
overspending lavish,
If so, where's she hiding all her pounds."


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

sequence-IN ENGLAND SEEN TODAY

The pussy-willow,golden yellow

bathed in sunlight,oh so mellow



Daffodils nodding in the breeze,

as early birds canoodle in trees



below zero nights of snow flakes

become icicle delights in daylight


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

vignette-MARS & THE MILKY WAY

A bitter row with his Dad

Made son Forest very mad

and set him all afire!

Off to England to compete from afar,

Quickly producing a rival 'Mars' bar!



Tribute to Forest Mars son of Frank of 'Milky Way' fame


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

vignette-SYMBOL OF PARADISE

They dug a pit in the clay

To mark the Millienium day,

Creating five large biomes

To house earth's plants in global homes

A new Eden,living in glass domes.



Tribute to the unique Eden Project,Cornwall,England




Short England poem by Lisa Barton| Details |

how it feels

Little girl, fallen angel,

Lie down here,

Open your eyes,

Your legs,

Drape them around me.

Think of England,

Think of how much it hurts.

Bite your lip,

Swallow

The Blood.

Does this feel better?

Do you like this?


Short England poem by Stephen Honor| Details |

A Knights Tale

Tension rises
Feel the heat beneath the visor
A swing, a duck, a roll to safety
The is not the place to be hasty

Can not faulter
For death awaits who is not wiser
A hit, a plunge, a source of pain
Who is the one that will remain


Short England poem by SEGUN OGUNDEKO| Details |

THE GIANT LUMBERJACK

There was a very old giant lumberjack of England,



who was invited to dinner at a wood-house upland,



but the chimney was a wee bit low,



and the doorway came up to his toe,



he cut down the house and they dined on bare land.


Short England poem by Peter Dorr| Details |

Rutland Water


The water, sandy shore, lush hills, swaying trees, the smart lakeside houses and 

boated fishermen in the breeze from the Spit of the largest reservoir in England's 

smallest county completed our beautiful Spring day in the Midlands. 



Short England poem by OJOBO EMMANUEL| Details |

ASO ROCK

A-cross the land an winter sun
S-ome place place was a born
O-chestras gave us that song
R-oycing we headed to England
O-pera showed our happy face
C-aptives no more we are free
k-night of the rock lets all arise



dedicated to MURITALA MOHAMMED


Short England poem by Royalness Troy Turner| Details |

The Thoughtful And Truthful Troy

Troy, England's Keeng Of Royalness is

Both thoughtful and truthful - Oh yes!

--------------------------------------------------------

Written By: Royalness Troy Turner,

                  The Keeng Of England



Copyright (c) 2011 Royalness Troy Turner


Short England poem by Joseph May| Details |

William Wordsworth, Shakespeare


 William Wordsworth
England was the place of his birth
He got inspired and became quite thrilled
When he saw a host of golden Daffodils

William Shakespeare
Had great poetic flair
He wrote several plays too
Like Macbeth, King Lear, And The Taming of the Shrew


Short England poem by Krissy B| Details |

Me

Kristine

Mother, Daughter, Dreamer, Friend

Sister of Douglas, Karen and Kate

Lover of Sleep, Trees and JJ

Who feels Fear, Longing and Bliss

Who fears Death, A broken heart and anger

Who would like to see JJ, England and the ocean

Resident of Anywhere, New Jersey

Mary


Short England poem by Doris Culverhouse| Details |

Foy

Faith, Feast-given by one who is leaving

Outpouring alligance

Youth's name in celtic region of Europe



Foy is a town in Belgium and England-The Belgium town has French, dutch and German 

people there. Celtic region is the northern European countries during the iron age.


Short England poem by Queen Royalty Patrenia Turner| Details |

Canada To Me?

What is Canada to me?

Silver Sun or Maple leaf Tree?

Bugle Boy with his bugle cracked?

Strong crowned men, or hear their legal flack?

Women whose poems we do read

With the words of Old England, oh yes indeed?

What is Canada to me?

Summer time fun and a Maple Tree Leaf!


Short England poem by Royalty Patrenia Turner| Details |

Canada To Me

What is Canada To Me?

Silver Sun or Maple Leaf Tree?

Bugle boy with his bugle cracked?

Strong crowned men, or hear their legal flack?

Women whose poems we do read,

With the words of Old England, oh yes indeed?

What is Canada To Me?

Summer time fun, and a Maple Tree Leaf!


Short England poem by Frances King| Details |

Quahog



Quahog burrows deep in mud 

By bubbles its betrayed  



Were gonna have a clam-bake!

Bring your waders and a spade!









A quahog is a large and very tasty type of clam, native to the New England coastline.

The name will be familiar to all fans of "Family Guy" ...


Short England poem by jack horne| Details |

My Life

Jack
Husband, son, friend, colleague
Son of Dawn and Des
Lover of Sue, Shakespeare and opera
Who feels passion, amusement and excitement
Who fears bereavement, bedbugs and rejection
Who would like to see a ghost, a UFO and aliens
Resident of Plymouth, England
Horne

for Carol's contest


Short England poem by T Wignesan| Details |

Limerick: Once a Roundsman signed a round robin

Limerick : Once a Roundsman signed a round robin

Once a Roundsman signed a round robin
To keep his men from a certain inn
Men called to tell his wife :
At inn he danced to fife
So the wife played high fife with the men*.

	Pronounced as in England : « min ».

© T. Wignesan  Paris,  2013


Short England poem by farah chamma| Details |

Prolonging

Lingering memories, those

I yonder,

I yearn for the marvel,

As I wonder,

All emotions grasped, 

I am torn asunder,

Thoughts of mine, all squandered,

Taken by its oblivion,

 Its beauty I ponder,

Stolen away by its prolonging

Sensations,   

Plundered,



In Englands streets I wander


Short England poem by charles hice| Details |

Left And Right

 Left And Right 

Left And Right 

 

Highway Walkway 

Right side is an English way on the left is European 

Left in England right in USA. 

 

In France is it the same as English men or Us the Usa? 

  

In Belgium is it same way? 

  

Germans are the best way. 

  

Flower trail my way. 






Short England poem by Pyrolun Lun| Details |

Kyle the Child Vagrant

Eldest oak in the grove, let me scramble through your earthly bindings
Allow me to traverse your knotted limbs, until the top is conquered 
No other place is greater than here, so warm amongst these scraggly boughs 
I wish only that my roots were as critical as yours, that I had somewhere to belong.


Short England poem by Debbie Guzzi| Details |

A Wrinkled Tale

Three pedal pushers, pushed past,

mom, daughter, grand

icons of fashions.

Forms formed by the dictates of passion.

Hair cropped, brows plucked,

rural New Englands answer to

Dolly Parton.

Scooped necked and corseted

varying little from teen-queen to matriarch;

only the wrinkles told the tale.


Short England poem by Andrea Dietrich| Details |

A Force for Good

<center>A righteous man and force for good
was Englands William Wilberforce.
For those without a voice he stood,
a righteous man and force for good!
No other man of his time could
have fought so well and stayed the course!
A righteous man and force for good
was Englands William Wilberforce.</center>


Short England poem by Kim Merryman| Details |

King Henry VIII

                                                          King Henry the VIII
                                                     Changed England's faith.
                                                       Six times he did marry.
                                                      Three wives he did bury.


Short England poem by Vince Suzadail Jr.| Details |

Chivalry

If I could travel back in time I would
Return to the great age of chivalry
To meet Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood
In Merry Old England is where I'd be
I would raise my sword for all that is good
And kiss the hand of my fair lady
To scale the castle wall with the moon above
Just to spend a night in the arms of my love


Short England poem by Peter Dorr| Details |

Wetlights





Overnight rain hangs wetlights on the twigs of the autumnal hedges, 



as the light blue sky is ploughed by diagonal yellow furrows to remind 



farmers to finish their ploughing in this 'Yellow Belly' county, the most  



               the most farm favoured in all England.  



the blue sky ploughed by diagonal


Short England poem by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders| Details |

Bloody Mary

<center>King Henry VIII s daughter, Bloody Mary

This evil queens mission, Englands Protestants to bury

Never at night did she wake 

After a day yelling, Burn him at the stake!<center>







* I wanted to use "off with his head" but could find no historical evidence she ever used this phrase. Only in Alice in Wonderland!


Short England poem by Harika Diaz| Details |

my own

I prefer to receive my own

Purchased by the clinking of keys and a 

Blister forming on the thumb.

I prefer to find my own

Among the twisted branches and bleeding berries.



The coat with the mended sleeve dangles by my head 

as we find the sleeping bears above us.

He laughs as his becomes a possum

And mine a mountain top.


Short England poem by Brian Strand| Details |

ashes to Ashes

A phoenix arose fro Leeds

Achieving wonderous cicketing deeds,

On a glorious August day-

Ten wicketsfell in jusy one day's play

The urn ,in England now will stay



Tribute -England won back the ashes yesterday from Australia.

Note:To English cricket lovers this is equivalent to winning the Super Bowl and the soccer 

Wprld cup.


Short England poem by Peter Dorr| Details |

Fen Blow 2




The soil sailed by the North Sea wind into road traffic all,

as oldies remember their parents, grand parents talk of 

being transferred to England's little Dust Belt of the Thirties;

while the fast foreign labour surprised by the gentle English 

weather getting annoyed with one and all, its just like home after all.  











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