Best Devon Poems

Crisp winter red rose; moistened by snowflake; 
The frosted grass on a winter morning; 
A moonlit sky with sweet stars adorning;
And Autumn trees, held alive...

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A Devon lass was Mary Read,
Raised as a lad the pirate queen,
All for her mother’s wish to succeed,
To the world a boy was she seen,
Elizabethan...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or...

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when autumn’s last but long exhale
left mists of winter in its trail
her thoughts turned to the past to look
at greenway and the paths she took
where...

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Jan caught a jet plane to New York
Where bacon does not come from pork
To end her trip
Jan let one rip
The Captain delivered a stork

Jan's flight...

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OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND...

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My 11 year old daughter had to write a poem for one
of her classes.This is her first one.She got a pencil and
paper and sat down...

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I am a driver
responsible for controlling starting, 
stopping 
and speeding.
I am a driver of a steam locomotive 
a railway train powered through a steam engine. 
and fueled by burning combustible material.

I...

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An Englishman, just new in town
Walked the streets until he found
An older man sitting down
fishing from a puddle

His back against the old pub wall
His old...

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Are you a figment of my imagination or are you for real
Do you dream like me and feel the things I feel
My head hits the...

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Last night I met an old boxer in an alley of cardboard; he seemed glad to see me, 
shouted me over for a fight, I...

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I love the castle, I love the river
I love the city, Of Newark

The castle is like a big wall of history, next to the river...

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An ardent longing for the finer things ...
Vodka from eggs - bedrooms with wings.

Bugatti's and coffees topped with gold,
Armani, Brioni, and true absinthe, old.

Bottega Veneta...

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Sonnet Doubles, A Poet's Deeper Thoughts 

I Will Not Fiddle To New Hollow Tunes

I will not play fiddle to hollow tune
nor beg day, be lit...

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Seven, Eight
 
There was a young boy
from North Devon, 
Looked proud,
for he could count up to seven.
With a hearty well done,
I told him, that’s great,...

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