Best Albion Poems
My spiritual umber a-rose
Full in bloom, as in an erupt!
There was the a sweet scent of flora
Too… the frisk, of spring feeling fauna”
I viewed through that verdant screen
From my bough brushed tranquil dene
As all on the Easter time
golden daffodils silent bell ringing did,
in innocent pantomime."
© Joe Maverick 3/3/2013
Alba and Albion are just the same, but the White Isle is all inflamed
going barmy with boredom hoping or fearing the ballot of 9/18 that
could make or break the Kingdom by the Sea, if independence or
separation it be: Gordon and Ray had their day as comrades in the
Royal Artillery as NCOs. Gordon worked the big gun positions -
twenty-one milers - in his clever head as Ray sketched the target,
one a Scotsman, one an Englishmen, both Britons fighting the only
'good war' against the evil Nazi regime, but whichever side they would
have taken brothers in arms in war - and peace -would surely have
been their order of the day that others should emulate I should say.
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 brought opportunity knocking
Entertaining enthusiastic disco dance girls
Experimenting with hair curls
Today Londoners are inside
Trusting the health care credibility protocol guide
Proclaiming lockdown
Serious rhetoric it did sound
Was this ugly frown?
Coming from the crown?
That brought modern life back to the ground
“Stay at home!”
Spewed the cautious tone
Instructed on the magical cell phone
“Maybe read a book all alone”
Club suggestion American author Nathaniel Hawthorne
And his writing about Witches scorned
Then convicted for the reason they were born
Passing the spiritual grades
Puritan anger sharpened threatened biblical blades
Intention protect evangelical attitude that resembled a virgin island
No one around to challenge any lying
During minute thirteen
Gallagher gent had a goal it seemed
“Get us out of relegation!
We are tired being patient!”
Came from the bird
When heard
“Extra time went way too long
The length of a Led Zeppelin song
We need to socialize and that is not wrong.”
Vengeful blades should be put a way
Scoreboard reporting nothing to say
Watch those in peaceful flight
Reminding those the Kingdom was once known as Albion white
Stop worrying about isolating fears
Instead start toasting Saturday Night cheers
Here comes the birth of a
new dawn,
a time when every hopes
can be look up.
A moment of divine
transformation,
that will change the destiny
of our generation.
A generation of great
attribute,
where the fate of the world
will be accepted without
dispute.
A generation of people with
good character,
whose theme will be ' THEY
LIVED HAPPY EVER AFTER '.
A time when sound of war
will be forgotten,
and where every sins will
be forgiven.
A time of divine &
everlasting peace,
were our joy and happiness
will not be on lease.
A world full of happy
citizen,
with enermous blessings
from heaven.
A time when evil will be
erradicated,
and every single good deed
will be counted.
A time full of brotherly love,
from people who are as
gentle as a dove.
A realm of unity amongs
nations,
where people will have to
live without segregation.
A time when people are
shown care,
where they won't have to
live their lives with fear.
A time when there will be a
chance of a rebirth,
without walking through
the path of death.
A time of equal rainfall and
sunshine,
when every darkness will
be outshine.
A generation of people
connected by a single
bond,
and euthesastic of a
peaceful world beyound.
A time of heavenly bliss,
when every thing will not
be done amiss.
A time when everybody will
be seen as one,
when the battle for good
will have been won.
It is only through the
acceptance of God,
that this extraordinary
generation can be applaud.
Through the repentance
from our sins,
that's only when this
amazing time can be seen.
If only we can trust and
love God with our heart,
our hope for this unique
world will not be torn apart.
For he alone can put this
world in the palm of our
hand,
and give ur a reassured and
a peace of mind.
The Aegean of Albion ends its longest day. Islands of hot yellow sands, bright foliage and
mountains light grey, all cosetted by the blue sea floating by me above as I swallow the
the white wine in tired alacrity at the end of long day of making love, watching the **** of
sailing yatchs going by that I could never afford or have the nerves to worry about if I did;
tasting the simple fare that makes us southern full not northern bloated, watching the
dancing so fierce and so true - ah! we in Europa's northern climes can dream as our fellow
the Greeks do of our relative recession compared to their unhappy depression; but we all
have to have faith in ourselves, our duty to starve off the false gods of greed and envy.
Here there's nothing else to explain or remember,
Exclude the magnificent thing: An Umbrella.
It tricky transforms 'Girl' into 'Cinderella'
And perfectly can hide your face.
Through grave, unavoidable sky's tears shower
This land everyday drinks a portion of power
And stand strong and brave on the edge out of nowhere
For centuries to win the race.
The only path here which has once been taken
Can't end or erase unless you have made it.
But without the strongest intention to break it
You won't see the future ahead.
However, to read hundreds of ancient stories,
Antheming the National Grandeur and Glory,
And want to forget them because they're boring
You must be completely a Mad.
20.07.2012.
NikA
Her spell remains over me 44 years later
Once a bumblebee has kissed the nectar of Snapdragon
The creature is fever of succulence
She says, “You kiss so softly I think it’s a thing with guys with braces
My name is Bob.”
That’s quite a coincidence
After our third day at Civitan camp in Albion
High school awaits us all this fall
Someone wants to get their claws in us first
Suggests a new decade can be a better album spinning on its turntable
Then one from the 70s
I’m not so sure after all the Eagles and Fleetwood Mac
We sit together on a sidewalk
Still warm from the day’s sun
A bouquet of flowers cool overhead
Her lamp post hand rests on my blue jeans
She says she’s a witch and comes from Minnesota
“Bob from Minnesota.” I say
“That’s right. Bob from Minnesota. I came just for you.”
Moves her hand to my cheek traces her fingers to my lips
Abdomen to ovule
I remember her like this
And I suppose that is a magical spell as much as any
Long straight blond hair parted down the middle
Curtains half pulled back from the stage lights of her blue eyes
Thin lips a shoreline
A girl from Minnesota with a Michigan boy’s same name
Who says I kiss softly due to my braces
When I know it’s because I’ve never kissed a soft neck mystery
Until now
First taste of living free from home
She smokes a cigarette I can’t believe it
I ask for one she says “No I don’t think so.”
We talked much through that evening
About what? I have no memory
But she says when I dream of her she’s thinking of me
I sometimes still dream of her a lifetime later
Wish she’d come back
Wish I could rediscover how to kiss softly
Away from home again
A witch’s neck from Minnesota
I also remember
My dad said he was shocked at camp pick up
When he watched his young boy right in front of him
Kissed goodbye for so long and so softly on the lips
By an unafraid girl.
when Merlin
knelte to Æthelstan
he bid'th wealthe
acrosse the lande
an' lo thy King
giveth his hande
presidin' o'er all Albion
from Alfred
in whose shadowe ran
emerg'd the court
of Æthelstan
an' on to rule
the state-ly man
for all the souls of Albion
Pink squid woman hopped out of her ship.
She swam the ocean, then headed toward shore.
Albino woman asked, “how was your trip?”
They counted their seashells; there were thirty-four.
Pink squid woman thanked Albino woman for the good time.
Her friend gave her a hug and seashells numbering nine.
Hope to see you again in the next century, she said.
But alas, by then both of these creatures were dead.