Best Saint George Poems

When I spotted Saint George in a van,
I feared that his horse might be lame.
Or worse, in a Doggomeat can,
when hurt in some chivalric game.

Saint...

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St. George May not be English
By Bob Moore(c) 2016

St. George may not be English
but he’s England’s Patron Saint
St. Patrick is Saint of Ireland
but an Irishman...

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If you are plagued with dragons in your basement,
And you have tried, without success, to drive them out.
If you need advice and dragon information,
That's what...

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This June, our national football team
Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup
When we were told not to wear our team colours
I thought, ‘This...

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Color outside the lines


Coloring outside the lines
Not at my school
Nuns frowned on that;
Skirts above the knee
No way
Not at my school;
No gum, no pens,
No make-up
Not allowed-uh-uh
Not...

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Take three visually vibrant colors
inherent in my desire, heart and mind 
symbolic red cross, Saint George recovers
faith, hope and belonging that doth remind,

dark blue background...

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A dragon is not a dinosaur.
Those reptiles do not live anymore.
Saint George was a liar.
Dragons do not breathe fire.
That was all a product of folklore.

They’re...

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On the Beeb this morning, on the flagship radio news show, that the grocer's daughter

always listened to but didn't like at all, the National Poet...

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The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another

Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And...

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(for J.B.P.)

A polarizing figure
A catalyzing force
A man for all seasons 
He’s a man called Horse

A strong man in the wheelhouse
A tall man in the field...

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Supporting England's like being bipolar
one minute they'll win it the next it's over
we resort to branding them prima donnas
though we ourselves sure they'd win honours,

the...

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Brexit Sonnet No.6
‘Rhapsodic Key of Blue’
 

So much hurrah, so much for cherished symbol,
That one could be forgiven to believe it true.
But for me there’s...

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*1169, Rawmaish

Be complainers they are without a doubt,
and compliments they may well do without,
when rumors to change their scheme,
like green, whiskey...built up steam,
also Irish stew...

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I don't do the dreaming --
The dreams happen to me
I make my pilgrimage 
And wait for visions to see

There's silver and there's gold
There's bitter and...

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One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.

As like the springtime morning
She filled...

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