Albion Poems - Poems about Albion

...Spirit of the ancient isles, Of Erin and of Albion, I call to thee, Please come to us, Ancient spirit come to me, I call to thee, In moorland wind, And highland glen, In summer meadow, By Gr......Read More

... Built in a Belfast shipyard for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line. On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee flew the Southern Cross ensign, down a slipway to the sea launched afar by Her Majesty ......Read More

...A word once spelled out Defining what Saturday Night was all about Lads from Bay City Scene colorful, enchanting, and ever so pretty Roller and rocking Having one number that......Read More

...The Song of Amergin: Modern English Translations The Song of Amergin loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch I am the sea breeze I am the ocean wave I am the surf's thunder I a......Read More

...We behold thy gardens fair. Say, to what do they compare? And yet thy airs of fire and fume have filled the world with noise of doom. The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw, or Satan's realm by......Read More

...Hark, compatriots of mine, hark that ye all may hear a song that yet may cheer your hearts and prompt a bashful tear. We man the good ship Albion upon this storm-tossed sea. Our native rights we......Read More

...We behold thy gardens fair. Say, to what do these compare? And yet thy airs of fire and fume have filled the earth with noise of doom. The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw, or the Satanic mil......Read More

...armies pouring out of Mordor. peaks of mass our souls out of Albion came Ether among us & sought of the clovers sweet sustenance, of ages past & came sealing among us ages of yonder missile am......Read More

...Now I seal these lying lips until forces open. I confessed. Now it is time for my silent repenting Deserved shame is the string sewing my sinning lips closed. For unworthy lips as mine do part......Read More

... With bitter tears in my eyes and a loving sweet kiss Dear Albion I say goodbye, Thy presence I will miss!* (c) Demetrios Trifiatis 2......Read More

...The Time of the Summer Solstice Drums pulsing solemnly presage the break of dawn, bonfires ablaze dot this auspicious June morn. On the shores of Albion, Druid priests converge, as Eart......Read More

...The tender, torpid sun floats bored and heavy over vines And casts his gentle, crimson rays upon the Apennines. Above the calm and golden hill, Agrippa’s villa stands: A marble mansion reigning f......Read More

...Into the kingdom. From the kingdom was I bourne ancestral sailed into the fall of the hemispheres equator. Other earth side I became alive. The table on the fringe. From the kingdom all my cult......Read More

...The ask of cultures. Dutch to Portugal, do you think colonisation of fruit and lands and their inhabitants was the fairest exchange of our tactics of the strategy to wrestles of communication. They......Read More

... Our heritage vanishing Before us it's diminishing. Stolen from us in broad daylight, In hopes of better tomorrow we delight While in ruins our yesterday lies, As vices thrive and culture dies.......Read More