Best Britain Poems
The British can not sip their tea
Where tea cups are no longer free
So Bojo proposes
Before a shop closes
Try bra cups temporarily
Of Tetley’s and V-2's
(or, “Why Not to Bomb the Brits”)
by Michael R. Burch
The English are very hospitable,
but tea-less, alas, they grow pitiable ...
or pitiless, rather,
and quite in a lather!
O bother, they're more than formidable.
Government
Royal family, regal, royalties,
England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales are part of GB, Europe
Army, Air force, and Naval support
Treasures, tutoring, training
Buildings and gardens of significance
Rivers, rail and roads
Islands surrounded by sea
Territorial forces, tax tea and traffic
Archaeology, history unveiled and preserved
Industry
National pride, National Insurance, National Health Service
Multicultural Britain
(An Unapologetic Statement)
Two “Festivals of Light” there are
Each and every year
The Jewish have their Hanukah
And Hindus their Diwali cheer
The end of Ramadan brings Eid il Fitr
The Muslim fasting's passed
The Welsh National Eisteddford
Culture, craft, songs not surpassed
There is the pagan Betain
That Celtic Festival of Fire
And the famous summer Solstice
Stonehenge, druids and sun inspire
Halloween crosses boundaries
Between Christian and Heathen
Leading on into November
Honouring death and ghosts of men
But amid all this Britain is
A bastion of Christianity
While accepting all religions
They too should be made to see
That in our tolerance still we stand
With our ceremonies and feasts in tact
Our Lent, Easter and Christmas
This is a simple statement of fact
Please don’t tread upon these rights
Which we’ve defended for years
Don’t rename our traditions
And cause confusion or trite fear
The Godless in society
Can rant and claim new ground
But faith is our foundation
And that foundation is very sound
So it IS a Merry Christmas
And a Happy New Year too
The Scots can call is Hogmanay
Because they have and always do
It is a happy holiday
To all despite their creed
To each give them utmost respect
In thought and word and deed
But let us all remember
Respect is a two way street
Do not dictate our policies
Among people that you meet
This country was here before you came
And settled on these shores
This is the British way of life
That you’ve chosen, now, as yours
So let the religions flourish
And none to those who’ve none
And live in total harmony
Until our time is done
I read it in the press today
The guys in Britain must have all turned gay
The local sperm bank is in need of ‘funds’
Only nine donors, guess other men have shunned
I thought the men would be dashing to deposit
Looks like they are all hiding in the closet!
Poem penned after reading this article
http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/aug/31/britains-national-sperm-bank-wants-men-to-prove-their-manhood
01~09~15
I liked its comforting and quiet
Enclosure from the time and rain
Designed to be impossible to sleep in
(Some vagrant friends reported miseries)
Shutting out the rest of the world
It became a space for answers
A sea-shell or confessional
Calming the small change of your soul
Adored no less by travellers
No doubt for its already ancient
Novelty it would not admit
The weak or infirm to its secrets
And such room inside limited
Admittance or forced proximity
Upon us if we shared a call.
Revered by Mum and Dad as
One familiar part of modern living
To me unvalued then missed
As a lost limb when it was gone.
With bitter tears in my eyes and a loving sweet kiss
Dear Albion I say goodbye, Thy presence I will miss!*
(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
24 June 2016
* Final results: 51.9 % to leave European Union, 48.1% to stay.
The peoples of Great Britain have spoken. Good luck!
Queen Elizabeth the Second passed
leaving the World in a mournful state.
How can this be--one who's so steadfast.
She tempered Britain's every fate.
Barely a bride on her honeymoon,
she learned her father, the King, had died.
Her life changed, becoming Queen so soon,
honeymoon left, that life set aside.
For seventy years, she was the Queen,
and a sister, daughter, mum, and wife.
Amazing what this lady would mean
to post-war Britain's foothold on life.
She guided with her feminine hands
never shirked her nation's duty call.
Tiny monarch ruling many lands.
She rose to be one-hundred feet tall!
September 8, 2022
Beloved Great Britain
In background even if shade has become dim
The one who I pray to will always be Him
And asked God for a errorless, perfect plan;
He said start your computer and then scan.
Go over all of the things you should be doing
Name from list poets had been withdrawing
While politicians were placed in a big pile
After going through a period of denial.
That period of life is always approaching
So why with energy are you encroaching
Another's territory and side they were taking
And out of yourself complete fool was making.
Welcome to cruise and start to climb aboard;
May be absolutely last one you can afford
Make sure home they care for your kitten
When you have left for beloved Great Britain.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Jill and I are going on a Crown Princess cruise leaving out of Southampton, England going to Guernsey Island, Ireland, Scotland, Normandy and return. We will be spending three days in London and plan on visiting my poetry guru friend Terry Cooper who lives in Basildon, Essex if he doesn't mind and can stand me. We will also be visiting Stonehenge.
Read more at: http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/beloved_great_britain_658492#comments
I live in England
My country is not in Google
No one recognises the name
I go under United Kingdom
And no one can explain
I live in the green and pleasant land
Rule Britannia and god save the king
But it’s done underhand
When I look there is nothing
France, Germany, Italy and Spain
Are all allowed to use their name
Mention England the barriers raise
I am as English it’s not a phase
My country is England
I live on my land
I am not Great Britain
Or UK so I say out loud
I live in England
It’s like a swear word
I have never harmed anyone
This name BAN is absurd.
David cox 24/02/23
It’s Cultural hypocrisy,
Like monks selling books on oxford street,
Like a political debate on your screens,
Like when Donald lost Queen Lizzy.
R.I.P to lil peep!
And the other 2 million that died this week,
*** faked his own death,
And it only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural insanity,
Like Grenfall tower’s insurance fees,
The 3,000 suicides a week,
And the worst one; Love Island on your screens.
Meghan Markle’s family send their best,
Kanye says he loves Kanye West,
Like doing the floss at a dentist,
It only matters if you’ve trend-set.
It’s cultural satire comedy,
Like playing Fortnite for 2 weeks,
A hobo getting mad cause you gave him 10p,
Proudly sharing your insecurities.
I’m a vegan but sometimes I like to eat beef,
But don’t get mad, I have ADHD,
I love labels, in fact I’m obsessed,
And it only matters if you’ve trend set.
It’s culture clarity,
Like watching **** and not clearing your history,
And thinking you're as safe as safe can be,
And then seeing ads about small willies.
But none of that applies to me,
I’m obviously talking theoretically,
Changing subject... Can Ant survive without Dec?
Too soon? Or simply the latest trendset?
It’s cultural spirituality,
And I achieved enlightenment when I was three,
And then forgot what it all means,
And now I’m depressed.
It must be cause I read it on the news,
And in the papers so it must be true,
Or was it fake? I sometimes forget,
Too distracted by all the trend-sets.
It’s culture profanity,
Like your mum telling you it’s avocado for tea,
Like your grandma offering to buy you weed,
Was that just me?
I totally detest avocado for dinner,
And parents who buy their kids fidget spinners,
My patience I admit, is on the edge,
I’m sick to death of all these trend-sets.
Since when was an opinion as valid as a fact?
Since when was it ok to believe the earth is ing flat?
And we sit and wonder why we’re all so incest,
Its cause you only matters if you trendset
Yes, this culture is distracting me
And stopping me from finding peace,
By making me want to make money,
And tempting me with comedy.
So I’ll end this poem with some advice,
And I’ll try my best to make it nice,
To have a nice life, and live the best,
Do everything and anything, apart from trend-set.
It’s cultural.
This land I live on,
This nation so big,
It's been here thousands of years,
Customs and traditions loved by everyone,
We have our royal family and our queen Elizabeth,
We sing our national anthem,
Our flag the union jack we fly,
With pride we sing Rule Britannia,
I love my country it fills me with pride,
We have had our trial and tribulations,
The last few years have been hard,
We will not be cowed by anyone ..... ever,
This is our country our nation,
This is GREAT BRITAIN.
In Britain, in Britain
The clock it is ticking
As people tend flowers
Or Q’s last for hours
And blood pumps and pounds
All in vain,
Our time is misleading us,
The chase is deceiving us,
How! Does it all sit in the frame?
Do we need so to scurry.
So make mundane things our worry so,
Questing for labour in vain,
And it’s how are we looking,
Is my tie on just crooked,
As the funeral rolls on in grey rain
As cold as ice water falls,
Expressions are whey or palled
Train wheels click incisively,
Paths taken divisively, and the TV shows repeat again.
Doors open or shut
At your mansion or hut
The place you’ll most likely be,
A safe bet for equity,
A capital certainty..?
"Just as long as you’re in on the game"
You won’t be a square,
You’ll be all set up there
With a letterbox under your name
That’s where it will all descend,
Offers of money lends
Tax and utility bills without end
© Joe Maverick 01-09-2010
18.9
Did you hear them?
That roaring sound Of propellers whirring, And Bombs hitting the ground?
I wasn't there. But there's something so magical when their presence is felt in the crisp autumn air.
Feeling a mixture of pride, loss and fear,
The spitfire noise, getting ever so near.
Not just a relic, locked away in a shed.
Taken out for odd occasions from their dusty old beds.
How glorious they look, cruising the sky! How swiftly they move, how incredibly they fly.
The acrobats and dog fights,
Which paint a generation. When a war took part over head our home nation.
Tonight they blanket the sky over Leeming. Creating a excitement and that old proud feeling.
Always remember the Battle of Britain.
For the first time in human history we are breaking free from religion,
have political systems that see us have a say,
and leaders we can challenge and remove from power,
that can and will be punished legally by law,
through our system of Rule by Law that no one is above or an exception to.
804 years ago in England,
25 men stood up to the King and demanded a say in how the country was run....... they had a dream..
The King or no one person should have ultimate power
and all men should be free.
When Britain leaves the EU,
we will be the first generation to realise and live that dream.
Leaders and politicians we vote for, serving us,
answering to us, and can be removed by us,
under a law to serve and protect us,
that we control and that no one person is above,
no forced, or munipulating religion,
no slavery in a time of peace.
all are free and free are all.
Millions of men and women died fighting centuries of war to get here,
where we have freedom,
the internet connection not working is the worst thing in our world.
We are living the dream, so be thankful,
Be thankful to live in the destination,
and only be the final part of the journey.
WE ARE LIVING THE DREAM.