Best Manor House Poems

...T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed hook they weave.
The warp the weft ......

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...Within the Craigie Mile a manor house stands
Under sheeted rain and surrounded by shrouding fog
One night as Hell sang in the sky
A lady did run along the Craigie mile
Where she was she had no cl......

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...By invitation from a trusted friend, 
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
We......

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...OLD CHRIS CRINGLE HALLOWEEN JINGLE

Did you know that Santa always had a secret desire,
To explore and experience the holiday known as Halloween!
This jolly spirit whom brought the world of manki......

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...My beloved wife

It was the crows calling that gave the final warning on this mid October morning.
Just as the mist began falling upon the hills in a strange manner that was almost unnerving.
Thi......

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...Lifted into the eternal,
Peter walked through Heaven's pearly gates...
Greeted by his name's sake.
Ushered into the city of golden streets,
Meeting up with Jesus Whom escorts him around personall......

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...My park to me was not see-saws nor swings
instead, a treasure chest of stranger things.
A marble grave, 1891, well kept
where 'Tiny', estate owner's dog now slept.
The long gone Manor House front......

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...A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers Manor, testament to ti......

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...When darkness fell, he came awake
And readied for the night ahead
Clambering out of his pine box
This coffin forever his bed

Shade from sunlight and prying eyes
His secret was well hidden too
......

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...Few tears were shed when news arrived
that Lord Trevelyan had died.
One solitary wreath was laid
as shallow, feigned respects were paid.

Remote and sullen, he'd disdained
each hand of friendsh......

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...Sarah is my name


Hi, I'm Sarah and this is the story of how my name came to be,
But also, how the meaning of my name doesn't define who I, Sarah, yep me wants to be,
Sarah is my name, it suppo......

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...Where will I go, what will I be told to do?

Will it be the road paved with gold for me and you?



What can I expect, what will I find on the road ahead?

I may find the road turns into a muddy trac......

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...A manor house on a hill
Petit-fours & cheese trolley
These small things...
A whiskey glass clinking
Musk of ancient tweed
 wet dogs by the fire
A front door strewn with wellies 
and autumn lea......

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...The pointed arc Manor house onset,
Angel sculptures silhouettes.
Light through stained gothic windows,
high chairs and gargoyle shadows.
Marbled floor rows of columns,
pointed sealing reached by......

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...As the pregnant moon begins to rise, 
one can hear the mournful cries

And when the spirts start their prowl
rabid  wolves began to howl

From the manor house upon the hill,
you can hear the m......

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