Best Embankment Poems

As sunrise silently
marinaded morningtide meadows,
our lips flowed like two streams,
merging within an exclusive estuary

so we set home upon the river bed.

At first we floated like...

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(The memories are simple, living the feeling significant)

After conquering Beamsley Beacon due Southwest,
Rombald’s moor stood, while for centuries
within the valley the minute dwellings
of grey stone,...

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It is the winter of 1980.
I’m twenty-eight years young, 
Driving a red Mustang with glass T-tops,
Feeling all of my awesome sassiness, from toe
To Afro, when...

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A cat jumped in the river
to meet a fellow fish,
he wanted to be like them
it was his only wish.

He figured he could do it
he had...

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When winter’s end is imminent and springtime soon becoming
blackbird and thrush in noble song bumble bee busily humming.
Scent of air fondles the hazy morning scattered...

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My Freeway Angel



Caught between two cars
There was no lane between them
Who guided my hand?

Steering crazily
back and forth between them both
It was harrowing

At another time
I was...

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I’m freedom’s beckoning call light as air, an elemental being
Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding
Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts
Bending...

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Wandering the virtual
green fields of home,
I open the farmyard gate
fall into a haze of retrospect.
I see a “LMS Black Five” Locomotive
bellowing upon a utilized line,
ghostly...

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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...

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Geese, Goslings and the Bridge

Sometimes, when you least expect it, Mother Nature makes a u-turn and draws you into the ridiculous.  Such was the...

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January has pocketed frosted dreams
Firmly tucked away, hidden under her black ice
Her treacherous blizzards torment the foolhardy
Many driving too fast on her hills should know...

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I have a river    of my own,
               ...

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The TFL Shaman- A Journey Home.

Raindrops trickle down the misty train windows,
Obscuring views of coloured graffiti,
Works of passion sprayed on to embankment walls.
Bright colours splattered...

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WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the...

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“Wind Song”




When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them 
all their...

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