Best Piccadilly Poems

Down where the sun never shows
the wind never blows
the rain never goes, 
where patent air pumped clean and fresh
slowly circulates.

In the blue-green neon light
a lone...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people...

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The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless...

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A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park, 
and he is waiting for his date. 
As joggers jog and poodles bark, 
the girl's unconscionably late. 

He...

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Cranberry dreams upon a blue silk pillow of yore
Strawberry smiles upon faces young and poor
White lace trimming along the edges of a yellow dress
Caramel smells...

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Billy In A Piccadilly


You really think I'm not silly
just remember don't call old Billy
he may be wearing frilly
he might be visiting Tilly
he may be in...

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The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.

The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter...

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Lonesome Kermit 
Was a hermit,
Living on a mountain, in a cave.

It was really very silly--
Worlds away from Piccadilly-- 
How that lonely cavern dweller did behave.

He...

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Morning Blues of London
by Steven Cooke

I see reflections in the window,
My coffee, my only friend.
Waiting for my journey to begin.

My suitcase, my only possession.
Yesterdays clothes,...

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Always finding the quite of stillness; peaceful waters her, reflections....
Be it here or, perhaps there ? Assembling their higher educational think tanks
Joey bought a condo...

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I ate at 'Millie's' Monday night.
Millie's hot but her food's a fright.
Tuesday 'Tuesday' cooked it right,
on Main across from the traffic light.

Wednesday's fair was fine...

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I once knew a boy named Billy
I thought he was originally from Chile
Mostly ‘cause he loved his hot sauce and chili
Toting everywhere his jar of...

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BACK STORY
Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad...

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Show Me Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

He Took Me To New London Bridge
He Took Me...

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Ever trying to crawl aneath one's flesh ? Nothing better as doing, perhaps
Arriving at this reason's door; bittersweet the wine while her heavens, they gaze
Surreal...

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