Best Carlisle Poems

Wobbly bits , Hairy bits and dangly bits galore
So if you're feeling squeamish
Draw your curtains and lock the door
For today is the day in Yorkshire 
When the naked ramblers go on tour.

They will walk beside the railway line
From Settle to Carlisle
All their bits a bouncing...

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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller fish 
will beat the flow and seek a sheltered cranny.  
Peewits squeal, and...

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PASSION   FOR   CYCLING    

Coast to coast across England in one day
A hundred miles in one trip.
Bike like a rocket each sprocket fits its socket  
With well oiled smoothness of  clockwork
Feels good as chain clunks from one...

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Glenbuck Son 
1913-1981 

In Glenbuck he was born 
From an Ayrshire mine he did rise 
The man who would change so many lives 
With the Cherry Pickers he played the game 
With Carlisle United he first found fame 

At Deepdale with Tom Finny he did...

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Whee am i, eh?
A'm Cumbrian thats whee, like eh.

Red, Green, Yellow

Once a year ower the Cumberland show,
Livestock, ter an' fro, ter an' fro.

Yan, Tan, Tether

Gypsies, jockeys, towns’ folk alike,
Appleby 'orse-fair awwer the dyke.

Red, Green, Yellow

Scotland has i's 'aggis, Lancashire i's ho' pot,
We 'ave uz sausage...

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Simon used to take part in motocross,
Before his bike stalled once mid-air,
When he was training on his farm land,
Which left him paralysed waist down.

He was born in 1982 on the 7th June,
And having fought back from that day,
In 2001 when he did dance with death,
He...

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The big debate : “What is a city ?” –
A town created by a charter
And often with cathedral church
But sometimes with an ancient abbey.

St David's, Pembroke is the smallest,
Just twelve hundred citizens
And London is by far the largest,
Populous eight million plus.

Many sprawling conurbations
Are the backbone...

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                           I
On the hill betwixt Carlisle and Deep Creek
   follows a road to the Firth in the...

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One big boom reverberates,
we shelter 'neath the railway bridge,
the swirling wind ensures we get a soaking anyway.
The Croal is roaring well above the watermark,
the nature lover in me hopes the smaller fish 
will beat the flow and seek a sheltered cranny.  
Peewits squeal, and...

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She had a masters degree,
from Trinity Cambridge,
was brokering deals in the city,
with overheard talk re. financial leverage. 
Whilst I’d a diploma
from a,
“technical” college. 
A photographic memory, 
from heart she could recite, 
the Shakespeare plays and
the complete periodic table,
and her port and whisky bottles had their...

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they came from miles to meet "Carlisle"-
the feline freak who won the lotto
in all their disbelief
that such a thing could truly be
many wondered how she'd done it
let 'em wonder was her motto
and until this furry day-
it remains a mystery!...

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The Spirits of Culloden. 
This is like a pilgrimage, a try tae come every year,
Gather at the cairn, meet old friends, wipe away a tear.
Standin on that moor, that once with blood was sodden,
Paying respects to those loyal men and wimen, the spirits of Culloden.
This...

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So much love my heart contains,
Baby, you're as beautiful as the summer rain.

It's been so long since we spoke last,
It's ended before it's begun, it's already past.

Though you were never mine, you cause me so much pain,
I cry alone in the summer rain.

I ask myself,...

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Honor God
Written By Miracle Man
August 28, 2021

Conquering fear,
I accomplish through faith,
Environment can determine the path we travel,
and where we are, often determines, who we are. 
Too many don’t acknowledge God’s greatness,
and therefore can’t discern the hour’s lateness.
No one, save God, can feel what we’re feeling.
As...

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Mae West's Room

Every hierarchy exists
dependent upon those below to support it.
Can it be any different with the gods,
when some are greater and some are less?

We all are gods and isn’t that the point
in Orwell’s book, ‘Ninety Eighty-Four’,
when he compares humans to pigs,
and couldn’t tell the...

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