Best Geordie Poems

Please dad,
please don't cry,
it's selfish for me to say,
cause dad you gave me breath,
the breath I breath today.

A strong man,
always the family fed,
dad you gave...

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Geordie is ma brother; some say he is a hero!
Me, ah ken better an’ his rating’s close tae zero!
He likes tae hog the flair wi’...

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Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African...

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“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song

Courtesy Robert Burns
circa  (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
the National Bard,
Bard of Ayrshire
and the...

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These steep hills are part of me
Where I learned to ride a bike
And gazed over the industrial haze
And ice-dammed the steep melting  streets
So the...

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CULLERCOATS   *

Warm  brown sandstone cottage walls 
Doors and  windows very old
Shelter face from  sea-wind squalls:
Inside, tales of sea are ...

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SCOTLAND

Very big sign on highway A1   going southways    
Out of Scotland into England,  
Painted with thistles, tartans, bagpipes, ...

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ONLY   TO THE  DOG


Dialect abandoned with education and travel  
Now only speak Geordie to the dog on walks
In unguarded moments
Awkwardly recalling...

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The Reunion

I’ve been invited to a classroom reunion,
I can see my old chums over there.
Geordie Cockle has got a green suit on,
While Denver Crisp, is...

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An enormous pole 
made of chrome 
A table set 
Steve, knew he was home 

With a tiny leather thong, 
he swung around, 
in a world...

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TRIMDON GRANGE EXPLOSION   *  
( 16 FEB  1882,  DURHAM,  ENGLAND )

Noo March is heor and the wind she’s cowld...

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Another sad day for the Corps 
At the passing of a good lad
A loving husband 
A fantastic dad

Airborne blood running through your veins 
Leading from...

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The concept of a top ten, is a wonderful choice
For Joe Flach's contest, your words become your voice
Typically for me, music comes first
Below are my...

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In tilshead I met a good guy
Unfortunately he has now gone
Taken to the angels in the sky
His name was Steve baron

A North Eastern lad thats...

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Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets,
dying echoes of hash tags and tweets
promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets,
long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats.

Puddles painted with...

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