Best George Poems

I remember Christopher Robin
When helping Pooh find honey
Was my biggest problem
I remember the blustery days
We trusted each other in every way

I remember When we helped Eeyore
Find his way home from the Sea shore
Everything was good
In the Hundred Acre Woods

I remember Curious George
I had to chase...

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EPITAPH - A LETHAL WIND

Here lies George, the sad deceased

Victim of flatulence released

The result: he would expire

Stood before an open fire


Geoffrey Brewer
15 Sept 2018...

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Dear Lord Byron
Please don't be upset
I wish to call you George
With affection and respect

The "Destruction of Sennacherib"
I was introduced to your poem
I learned it word for word
As I sat home all alone

You see George the meaning
Is much more than you know
In school I had no...

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I’m a young boy 
A single mother’s son 

I’m a young beach beaten by a tsunami
Sent by an undersea earthquake delivering ripples of death 
Carrying my mother and hers out to sea 
Ravaged sands asking the sunset to reveal the secrets of the sunrise 

I’m...

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George Bernard Shaw,
A critic with a vein of comedy and language, quite raw;
He wrote in a movable shack, he liked photography now and then,
Ladies man, died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden.


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May 27, 2015


Poetry/Clerihew/George Bernard Shaw
Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-690-27
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance...

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I’m from the piano in my living room,
from the music and melody.
I’m from the old, shabby couches,
(Placed proportionally,
opposite side from the TV)
I’m from the mirror, 
the clear reflection
whose face I remember 
staring at in the morning.

I’m from the mud under the cemented ground in the...

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This man was affectionately nicknamed “The Stork”.
He played only two seasons with the Mets from New York.
George was a native of Salt Lake City.
His major league baseball statistics were not pretty.
When interviewed, he would often deliver a vintage quip.
He would have played longer if he...

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I heard it on the news today
All my dreams have been blown away

I’m sitting here now in my bra and knickers
With a bottle of gin and family pack of Snickers

Oh no it’s such a sad depressing day
George Clooney’s getting wed today

Oh those eyes so dark...

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GEORGE BERNARD SHAW

George Bernard Shaw, born in 1856,
Wrote plays and novels,
But for me the most
Important was he wrote many a poem
A quote of his “Write your sad times
In Sand, write your good times in stone”.
My poem ‘From Humble Beginnings’
Just the title mind you, is exactly...

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Valsa is a fairly new poet to PS! I am enjoying getting to know her through her poetry. The limerick is her funny side but she also writes quite seriously.


In lim’rick-land, Valsa digs food.
Those eating and drinking - not good.
The glutton gets fat.
The drunk acrobats.
In...

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Farewell George
No warm wishes here
Gone is your reign of feeding on fear
No more incompetent good 'ol boy antics
So long to your off-base far-right fanatics
Actually... unfortunately...they're still here
But gone is your non-sensical ethics to cheer
Time now to mend global relation
You made breaking those ties a vocation
Stomping...

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When Filey's rebel rousing rats,
    Were terrorising local cats,
    Who would not engage in rodent wars
    Refusing even, to go outdoors.
    No match for rats, that scavenge scraps,
    Instead they...

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In memory of---- all lives taken by unfair justice.

 Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
 I sit here alone to forget the taste of air
Deluge by the scenery - unbelievable footage 18 seconds long,  
Eric Garner GONE... ...

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*** THE CATS DREAM ***

The cats snuggling dream
Of turning through the music between stars…
Of their fur transformed to feathers…
Of a time past when
Brought to ballet class
They danced for the great George Balanchine —
As living models
Jumping high, high to
The peaking of their 
Seeming so easily springing...

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“Up men to your posts! Don’t forget today that you are from old Virginia.” 
– General George Pickett

Beneath Gettysburg's sun a merciless blaze
Stood Pickett with his face etched with war's haunting gaze.
A mind torn asunder and a battlefield worn
Ghosts of decisions a burden he'd borne.

"Forward,...

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