Best Briton Poems

The little girl sat alone on the step
Thinking of what she had said and done
Sad and alone, she needed a friend
Gladly there appeared just the...

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The long dark winter had expired 
And spring with its vibrant colors was here
I was enticed by the great beauty of the outside
And planned to...

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After I thought a while it seemed clear
it wasn’t the yap, yap, buzz, ring, chat
that drove him away from the city.
Nor the police alarm yaw-yahing...

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Gov'ners were jealous and zealous the satraps - 
One had received uncalled-for promotion.
With design to malign, these guys enacted
a divine trap for this fella's devotions....

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Jesus Christ in the wilderness
All alone as the sun rose red
Fighting His battle of humanness
Jesus Christ in the wilderness
To save man~ Christ's devoutness
Although the bloody...

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This world of trouble soon will pass
For there beyond the crystal glass
A lamb and lion tread the grass
Beside a lass, beside a lass

This cord of...

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Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Companions...

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Again I shield my eyes from ocean's spray
While lifting eyes of hope to search the sea
But seas and skies are endless, troubled grey

My hope deferred;...

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Come by the Sword, Die by the Sword

They stood in ranks a thousand long
High upon the hill
The Roman legion, fierce and strong
With sword and lance...

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I am black and you 
are white... of course;
my blood is red, what 
colour is yours?
I am an African, you are an 
American,
The Sun is...

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Viking me, I want to be
warrior culture, decadent vulture
plunder  & pillage, every village
navigate the sea, longboat to be 
clash of steel, organic feel

Viking Me,...

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Limerick crochetés: Portrait of a Dead Brit Nazi, Lord of the Lollypoppians
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“Sit and think of your sin.
When you can be good 
I will let you back in.”
So I sat and thought of
Wondrous things
That matter so much...

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Finding a new hiding place
the grass cutters cherish
not taking advantage is deemed extremely foolish.

Taking note of the lady who seems Scottish 
and protected by her...

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Oh Pup, why couldn't I go to the stable with brother,
there are stallions there and a foal with the red mare
to the hounds he's going,...

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