Best Cobbles Poems

T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning...

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CAFE   TERRACE   AT   NIGHT           (Van  Gogh)


Orbital focus of...

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The night shone for the full moon,
Sky brewing a coarse monsoon,
Bolted were windows, locked were doors,
The frequency of death frighteningly soared.
But who was this infant...

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Should you venture home, now,
And see the cobbles gone,
Hear the rattle on steel shutters
As the rain falls on and on,
You might as well be leaving
Just...

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Tiny eyelids flutter ...
The orbs beneath, busy with their magical meanderings,
Monochromatic piano keys gently holding up your cherub cheeks.
I wonder, Squeaker, so close to the...

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The lamp outside my lodgings cut through fog of dirty grey,
I donned my coat and hat ready to start another day.
The sound of hooves on...

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Below within the dwelling deep,
while tumbling in fitful sleep;
the rumble-hum of furnace keep;
the mouse and Cat Lord Bo-peep.

Fluttering lids and labored breath
below within the dwelling...

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Chasing stray dreams down the street
          I poked my head behind a sheet
   ...

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Mary King’s Close

Set underneath the cobbles
Below the Royal Mile
The close is dimly lit
You can visit there awhile

Go back into the past
Explore the narrow wynds
Live the...

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'twas a dark and rainy night as she hurried home after missing the last tram.
She never gave a thought for the mysterious man in the...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the...

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In Dickensian time 
Upon sunset hour
Overshadowing Thames
Is London Tower
Blackened cobble streets
Shimmer in the rain
Big Ben at Westminster
Chimes an eight bells refrain

At Euston Station
A passenger alights
On...

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Smiling, I cross the facade.
Mottled, the evening violets
wane -- into a subtle fusion
of smoothly muted grays.
A thin sheen of water lies
fallow Upon stone cobbles.

8/28/2016...

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Victorian Poverty In London.
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Slumming it in adverse poverty
In Victorian London’s  
Limehouse White Chapel and Bethnal Green 
Dingy doss houses packed to the brim
Narrow dirty...

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