Best Europe Poems
Beneath the cold glare of the desolate night,
They came, greedy and insatiable white creatures,
Cloaked in prim pretense,
Every curve of their features seemed to express a fine arrogant acrimony and harsh truculence.
Expectation darkened into anxiety,
A thousand unutterable fears bore irresistible despotism over our thoughts,
Men, ladies and children collapsed into a dreary and hysterical depression,
Leaving us drowned in the deep reticence of the colonial sea.
As arbitrary as a cyclone and as killing as a pestilence,
With a sweet voice caroling like a gold-caged nightingale,
They looted our abundant resources,
And abolished many of our African customs and traditions.
They enslaved us!
Underdeveloped us!
And reduced us to nothing.
Gleams of sunlight, bewildered like ourselves, struggled, surprised, through the mist and disappeared,
Half choked by a rising paroxysm of rage,
The hollow ring of their fundamental nothingness were defined,
With the blood in our eyes, matchets, bows and arrows and diplomacy,
Then the fight and chase began!
They wondered where the sunshine had all gone,
and gentle breezes warming spring's array;
the hues of pink that greeted breaking dawn,
and children’s laughter lighting up the day.
The darkness loomed; uneasy feelings spread
as clouds of war diffused across the land,
and somehow knowing what was faced ahead,
the Europeans braced for strife at hand.
The Nazi War Machine their muscles flexed;
their Panzer units massed at Poland’s edge
thus leaving nations of the world perplexed
at German conquest as reports allege.
And thus the world was plunged into the war
as Europe fell into the dark once more.
January 2, 2019
The following poem was written by me before Britain joined the European Union and possibly reflects the view of most of our citizens both then and today!
United States of Europe
Another day, another dollar,
Funny things we British say.
It's the 'Pound' we use in Britain,
And it's always been that way.
Soon it may change to a ‘Euro’,
If we join with nearby lands.
Sadly they don't speak our English,
Those who offer us their hand.
While I like my nearby neighbours,
I can't see the reason why
We have to share in common money
Just to keep our prices high.
I would rather change to dollars,
Least the language stays the same.
We could then still count in English,
Just a simple change of name.
Tell me where our kinship nestles,
With our offspring or our friends.
Why this struggle to be partners,
Just to follow other's trends.
I know that all the souls within us
Are not different... not at all!
Why not then a world wide money,
Would the Bank of England fall?
But to choose a bigger Europe
When we don’t see eye to eye.
Seems to me a little silly,
Rather like a firework pie.
Now I’ll stop my mindless ramble,
Spend my ‘Sterling’ while I may.
Not just money, independence
Is the price we'll have to pay.
Ivor G Davies
Please also note the capitalization of each line of poetry which is the way I was taught and is normally evident on most of my earlier poetry.
p.s. and we've paid the price!
~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)
Travel thru Europe
can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
September.26.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Taxidevo Agape" is a poetry style created by Joseph Spence Sr.
~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)
Travel thru Europe
Can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
May.18.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Taxidevo Agape" is a poetry form or style created by Joseph Spence Sr.
~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)
Travel thru Europe
can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
January.30.2015
The 'Taxidevo Agape' is a poetry style created by
Joseph Spence Sr.
MAP OF EUROPE - OBJECTUM SEXUAL *
O coastline with cool expanse of blue Atlantic
Your curves and indentations drive me frantic.
Sometimes thrust out peninsularly;
Sometimes studied docilely and scholarly;
Land stretching from White sea and Iberia
To Black Sea and Siberia.
O Europe, my virgin obsession geographical
Is verging on possession sexual.
Other continents are jealous - Africa is so island-poor, so peninsula-penniless,
And of rivers, capes and bays it has many less:
It would give a pretty penny to have just one Iberia, Jutland, or Scandinavia
To excite its smooth coast and other geographic behavior.
Australians would love islands with romantic names Capri Lesbos Rum Eig Frisian
Or an archipelago-infested sea like the Aegean.
South Americans cry themselves to sleep at night because they lack
Such Nordic coastal features as Trondheim or Skaggerak
Beijing would give all the tea in China because she must
Satisfy her desire for an Italian-shaped peninsula, a bootless lust.
Of course Asia feels no envy, for it has kukri-shaped Kamchatka
And the only large island in the world, Sumatra,
Which rhymes with the best singer in the world, Sinatra.
This Map of Europe is something I just have to possess.
My life is incomplete without its caress.
If I didn’t have it, my world would be a mess.
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NOTES
1 * “Objectum Sexual” is defined on GOOGLE as erotic
love towards an object of any sort.
2 N. B. This poem is purely fiction
Waves crash down each day by day
As fishing boats dare make their way
The village square, by dawn, now quiet
as endless waves, with rocks, play riot
Then hustle and bustle, taunting streets
With men and boys from fishing fleets
Children scamper, scurrying, scream
While women weighing fish they clean
When midday sun offers no retreat
And cobblestones lie hushed with heat
Siesta silence creeps into town
Except where waves come crashing down
it’s 2 am in paris
and we have locked arms
as we walk-run
down the rue des rosiers.
the soles of our shoes
smack against
the eight hundred
year old cobblestone.
we hurry
to an unknown destination,
desperately searching
for a room
for the night.
on the dim street corners
desperate men leer,
as they do,
while we huddle into ourselves
in an equally desperate defense.
we are fourteen
and lost,
in every sense.
we walk for most of the night.
i begin to feel as if
i’d always been walking,
as if i would never come
to a stop.
when finally we knock
upon a paint-peeled door
and are offered a room,
we collapse
onto the bed
in a heap of exhaustion
and exhilaration.
we open the dormer window,
allow the traffic and
the ceaseless midnight chatter
of the eighth arrondissement
to wash over us like
dandelion seeds on the wind,
and you begin to sing.
my voice raises to join yours
and we lie in bed,
singing ourselves to sleep,
utterly unaware
of the time and beauty
and youth
we’ve been gifted.
Visions of Europe
Alizee is dead to me
Indila can eat all of Paris
She can never have even an ounce of me
My heart belongs to France
Moi et France took a vacation to Austria
Where I met my new love, I call her Zoe!
We sing and we sing, and even more
Drunken recklessness
With mi amour, je suis, je suis
Notes: Zoe was the Austrian entry in Eurovsion 2016. singing a song in French. Alizee and Indila are French pop singers.
I and the Other
Sadly since the dawn of humans there has been the I and the Other.
Indifference at best and hatred at worst, times primitive or advanced,
Dragging a child of another tribe away from the parents in complete
Indifference or hatred, to today's multifarious actions and reactions,
From bombing by air to a bomb on planes, or ignoring the plight of
Other humans on this planet. Take your pick on the work to do on the
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Did you need more lines, or hopefully fewer hatreds or indifferences to complete?
Past, present and future until those from space attack, a chemo-biological attack rap?
The only hope is Hope itself. We are better educated only if morality does not moulder.
If there is no hope then what is the point of writing any poetry even as bad as this?
I hear Europe calling- come to me my friend
Wander my streets of chivalry, travel me to my end
I hear Europe calling, gables and goblins grinning
Climb to my peaks, sink to my valleys, find our new-old beginning
I hear Europe calling- what is that you say?
Trains and planes and automobiles, high price for petrol pay!
Wait for me, I'll jump aboard, settle on a train-seat
Watch my life in streaks of landscape, crisp new life I'll greet
I hear Europe calling- serenades unearth'd
I long to find my meaning, hunger to see my worth
In my soul you roil, Europe, never you will flit
In the heart of Oxford, my dreams, my hopes, are writ-
Nil Poi!
Nil poi, shove it under there.
Nil Poi, coz we don’t really care.
Nil poi, we are quite elated.
Nil poi, we are vaccinated.
Nil poi, it’s fixed, and it’s done.
Nil poi, but we’re still number one.
Nil poi, you all used our tongue.
Nil poi, with bad diction, bad song.
Nil poi, again Europe’s in tatters.
Nil poi, we win when it matters.
Nil poi, so what’s all the fuss?
Nil poi, you’re nothing without us!
Nil poi, nil poi, nil poi, nil poi,
Nil poi, nil poi, nil poi, nil poi!!!!!
David Cox 22/05/21
~Passport To Europe~
(Taxidevo Agape)
Travel thru Europe
Can be really nice
Germany's ancient
Beautiful country
With breathtaking views
Everywhere you go you'll enjoy enchanting sights
Traveling thru small towns with so much history
Most locals are nice and polite willing to help
You'll get to see many castles still standing 'round
Tall and proud filled of much beauty and history
In Paris take walk
Spain is full of charm
Riding the train thru
Europe is much fun
Travel will bring joy.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2012
February.26.2017
“Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain-
~Author's Notes:
The "Taxidevo Agape" is a poetry form or style created by Joseph Spence Sr.
I am an old man
a deep well
an epoch marriage
a raven haired beauty
five above average kids
Orion deckhand and cook
teacher of the year
Bible study leader
jail preacher
song worship leader
NAU graduate --graduate school
ASU graduate --undergraduate school
life guard
breakfast cook
English tutor
Archie Brokeshoulder's well puller
grain elevator operator
pizza chef
dishwasher
mental hospital patient
prisoner
welder
all region linebacker
wrestler
pole vaulter
3 high schools
4 jr highs
2 elementary schools
8 states
2 dads
5 moms
6 sisters
4 brothers
13 presidents
I am an old man
I'll swim a mile
this morning
and dance
all night
golf tomorrow
backpack Europe
visit kids in Montana
come back to Arizona
visit kids in Kentucky
do more Europe
come back to Arizona
swim and golf
then who knows
India, Nepal, Tibet
I am an old man
looking for something