Best Clifton Poems
I came out of the supermarket to be greeted
by the most amazing sky so stunning I stopped
and just stared navy blue back ground lined
by startling sapphire streaks that were layered.
Isles of azure blue all around were dotted
and the Clifton suspension bridge framed
perfectly as if an artist had just painted
it amidst the towers that above it soared.
Driving along admittedly gawking nearly crashed
fast as possible I got to a clear spot and stared
got out heart thumping in pure joy totally bedazzled
by the superb spectacle of various blues intermingled.
As full dark came away it all faded
I rushed home and a pen I grabbed
yet I knew that justice beyond me laid
it would take a master for it to be captured
Rother Homme.
.
Hi chicks my name is Chuck
I’m one hell of a man
In my tight satin trousers
A rug on my chest
And a fake tan
.
Some men have got it
Someone of them don’t
And some a few of them
Won’t
.
I don’t even have to try
As soon as I walk in a disco
A chick gives me the eye
The chicks call me bull
I’m a love machine
And if you ever went to Tiffany’s
Or Adam and Eve in rhe 70’s
You’ll know what I mean
.
My clothes are from Sexy Rexy
My platform shoes
From a Rotherham market stall
My medallion from vinegar Liz
For 10 bob
Down at Clifton hall
.
A chic once she said she’d like to see me in 3D
Her room number
She said do want to come home for a coffee?
I declined because I only drink tea
And she run outa teabags
.
Why do chicks always say no
When they mean yes?
Could never understand why lads had a fight over a lass Outside
When I fad the lass sit on my knee
Inside?
.
Lock up yer daughters
Every Friday and Saturday night
My Feet itched to get on the dance floor and boogie
The smell of Brut and Avon perfume
Wafting around the room
And after a jar or two and my beer glasses on
The room was full of Olivia Newton John’s
And I was John Travolta with the fever
And the heat
Was on
.
The chicks did a kind of fertility dance
Around their handbags on the floor
They don’t do that any more
I used to keep a chick for more than two minutes
And at least knew their name
‘’Not many people know that’’
A quote from Michael Cane
.
Things are not the same no more
You can be sure
Brut now gives me a rash
And I don’t wear a medallion no more
The chicks have dried up like a river
And the love machine
Has ceased up and rusty
Doesn’t work no more.
.
Anon.
if only certain areas could talk,
you'd get some war stories from old york,
i live surrounded by old air fields and bases,
thousands of ghost,so many faces.
hitler decided he'd try to rule all,
poland among others had to fall,
but his mistake was to pick on us brits,
on the chin for a while,we took his hits.
we asked for help from our allies the yanks,
to all those young men,we owe more than thanks,
one old saying was,"over loud,over paid and over here"
but without their help we'd be living in fear.
some so young,they'd not left home before,
then they were dumped on a foreign shore,
the battle of britain,was to control the skies,
it wasn't going to go to hitler and his guys.
from elvington drome the big bombers flew,
clifton and linton were another two,
tockwith,acaster,rufforth and more,
some just fields,these lads knew the score.
down south in london they got the blitz,
we,as people took so many hits,
but our bulldog spirit was to fight back,
the canadians and yanks lead one attack,.
on a bomb they wrote"hitler this is for you"
"and we guess you know who's sending it too",
lots of these poor guys never made it back,
but st kept going,attack after atta,
finally at a cost we got the peace,
in sept 45 this war did cease,
we can't let our world be ruled by cranks,
we owe a debt of gratitude,
to all those young yanks.
autumn wind
sweep mountain slopes
gently relieving summer hopes
summer love on clifton beach
now forgotten...winter's in reach
flawless sight
sun-kissed horizon
in crimson glory
when the clouds are gone
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2. "Quien es?" "Who is it?" Part 2
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He loved to read. He loved to sing. He loved to dance and even act.
He'd spend many days involved with his school plays.
His mother's death however would put an end to all of that.
Her loving memory probably grieved him all the rest of his short days.
He loved her devotedly and he lost her at a time when she was the whole of his life.
A large part of his heart surely died as he cried
beside his mother at her deathbed that night.
After Mrs Catherine Antrim was laid down to rest,
her two sons would be separated and go from one foster home to the next.
The kid must have wondered if he'd ever again see his brother Joe.
Was Joe his older or younger brother? This is another fact we don't know.
We do know that their step father, one William Antrim ,
abandoned the offspring of his departed wife Catherine.
Catherine knew she was dying and probably married Antrim to insure
that her boys would always have a family and home.
If he promised to care for and love them, his promises weren't pure.
Catherine no sooner died and Antrim was gone.
He wasn't even there on the day that she died,
nor during the days that preceded the end of her suffering pneumonia.
With one last look into their eyes, he gave the brothers their final separate good byes.
William Antrim then left the boys and moved to Clifton, Arizona.
And so began the short and violent life of this unfortunate child.
Legend doesn't accurately portray the brutal harshness of the true life he had lived.
His was the tragedy of a promising young boy, forced to become a man while still a child.
All would one day know him as Billy, the Kid.
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4. Billy, the Kid
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I didn’t know what taffy was
until you showed me.
I hadn’t been to Lake Mary
until you took me.
Last Christmas we went to Clifton Mill
to see the lights,
it was cold
and I in my thin British coat.
You took me to the Corn Festival
with its classy hog racing event.
Then we settled a land
between two great rivers,
a sacred place
we called: The Close.
I know my World,
Perhaps not your own.
Never will I assume we are in the same planet.
Though I know we are on Earth,
But, you may be a Queen of Mecury,
And I may be a little princess of Venus.
Hence, I am rewinding my steps.
Take enough oxygen,
I want you to breathe.
I sure know that a fish CAN'T breath out of water
Nor could a bird swim under water.
But, tell you what
I am that fish and i'm still learning
how to catch my breathe iin a foreign land.
I am no PRO in the game,
And this should put you at ease.
They say time flies,
But I say no need to rush.
One step at a time.
In my heart I know,
This is what you want.
And it is what I want too.
I wanna know you behind the shades,
Under the rain,
I wanna know you happy or sad
I wanna see you diving in and out of mud puzzles
And perhaps give you a hand if you need it.
I wanna see you in Clifton beach glittered with a smile,
And I wanna be the reason behind it.
I wanna have a gulp of your creamy cup,
And I want you to have a refill from mine if you wanna
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Topic: Birthday of Poetess Lucille Clifton (June 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Today I’m thankful for people…
in a country where freedom has never been as easy for everyone as it should be…
who are courageous enough to teach are country’s true history.
People like Lucille Clifton…a famous poet who knew
Teaching an alternative form of history was absurd…
I think she said it best so I’ll leave you with her words
When faced with being taught a different history than she knew and lived
She respectfully declined,
Saying…
They ask me to remember
But they want me to remember their memories
and I keep on remembering mine.