Battle Of Hastings Poems | Examples


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Bows And Arrows

If Harold had spied with his little eye
the arrow flying his way
at the Battle of Hastings in 1066
the English may have won the day
but the French bastard William the Norman
prevailed and won the upper hand
to conquer the last Anglo-Saxon king
of this green and pleasant land
when King Henry V led his army of archers from Wales
at the Battle of Agincourt in 1415
in revenge the English to the French did bid 'Adieu'
which began the tales
longbowmen were first to finger the V-sign 'pluck yew'
but it's merely a myth it's not true

Ancestry Surprises

The Vikings surviving
Travelling fighting 
All were uniting  
Ending enlightened

invasion surprising 
England arriving 
Provided a King 
Fought and did win

The Normandy Vikings 
My family were tied in
aligned with the timings 
Madness my mind thinks

Extraordinary findings 
All of it binding 
From Norway as Vikings 
Invasion and fighting 

winning exciting 
crowning the king 
Battle of Hastings 
History writing 

William the Conqueror 
Past paths wonder for
The first to the pinnacle 
Witnessed a miracle 

My Family ancestry 
Walked with the best I see 
very impressed I be 
My life depressing me

School

Assembly. 
  Disassembly. 
    Reassembly.

When the bell tolls 
  it tolls for me. 
Alone I walk in crowded 
  concrete corridors; 
    feet, doom-laden, 
      slapping thermoplastic 
floors.

Years we will do this. 
  Years we will be taught. 
    Years we all will walk in 
concrete corridors.

Walking unto the light, 
  freedom's light; 
    walking unto the world of 
women and men. 
Armed with bestowed knowledge 
  that two and two makes four, 
    the Battle of Hastings was fought in 1066, 
      energy can neither be created nor destroyed... 
wandering lonely as clouds... 

Freedom fighters, 
  guerrilla's armed with this 
    potency 
and so much more.

The echo of the concrete, 
  of slapdash feet on thermoplastic, 
    may well reverberate, 
      reaffirming their message of 
doom.
Yet that is further away than 
  the eye can see. 
Now is sweet honeydew Summer, 
  the best years of a life 
    yet to come.

Assembly. 
  Disassembly. 
    Reassembly.

Man, 
are we up the 
Swanee. 
And though we know it 
  now is not 
    the time 
      to 
care...


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