Bearskin Poems - Poems about Bearskin

...See them dressed in colors soldiers, regiment, British royal guards, guard bearskin, grandier guards, Buckingham palace guards dressed in scarlet red walking behind the queen’s casket and reminiscing......

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...(The UK Queen's Platinum Jubilee was in June 2022) You're at Trooping the Colour now, Dominic. Were we not friends when we were schoolboys? You look so smart now, Dominic, guardsman, w......

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...Twas not your wine that is intoxicating It is the light of your candle burning With glass eyes I can see through you Sipping every taste of your gentleness and grace Tarry not reaching out to me ......

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...displayed on knotty boards of pine he stares into the fireplace where glowing embers snap and spit for him his teeth ajar in frozen growl which once chewed into salmon's flesh and crunc......

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...At any rate, she knew she wasn’t alone With both the baritone and guy with the trombone ‘Twas hard to tell wearing the blindfold Which was holding onto the bricks of gold She decided to have fun ......

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...What did you do in the army daddy? Did you fight in a war? I’ve only seen a few pictures daddy, please tell me some more. I wore a scarlet tunic son, and a bearskin with plume of white. I gua......

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...I tripped over a bearskin rug, I was trying to steal a hug, when I fell to the ground I heard a scary sound... "Bear's not dead" she said with a shrug.......

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...Limerick croisés : Once a loud-mouthed Sergeant-Major Once a loud-mouthed Sergeant-Major Joined Cold Stream Guards to troop colour He kept wondering why He heard not himself cry Until he took ......

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...Should I? Could I? Would I? The teenage bear was getting nowhere, fast. He wanted that big salmon that had come up the falls, almost to his grasp. But the current appeared too swift, for even a be......

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...There is nothing like waking from a sleep Slowly remembering parts of a dream They are all yours and yours to keep Woken up by a morning sunbeam If your lucky a sleep will befall you Dreaming ......

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...A warm fire, briskly burns, in our fireplace surrounded by stockings you can smell the scent of cinnamon as heated apple cider, warms on the stove A large, soft bearskin rug rests, on the floo......

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...Sun-faded cardboard photographs of 1970’s hairstyles were tacked to the brown paneled walls. His counter was cluttered with the shiny tools of his trade, a chipped glass bowl laden with loll......

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