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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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 ...

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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...

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