Best Saxons Poems

Swept up into piles; everywhere 
Abouts; in collected heaps all 
Around.               
It is almost as if the drab 
Streets were strewn with the 
Precious wealth of King Solomon's 
Gold!  ...

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across the Doggerland dogged people trudge
  Neanderthals, Heidelbergers...Sapiens, the last ones standing
  hairy mammoths, heavy life bearing down
  the mighty maw of an ice wall crunches, enforcing southward retreat
  remoulding the land for the next migration
  steady thawing reveals a...

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Ah, the rhododendrons, dear and bright,
Look at them for a moment, three seconds,
Seek them in the streets, in silence,
Explore the small multicolored gardens,
They are pink, purple, white, shiny, red.


Ah dear rhododendrons, they are crazy,
They drove the Macedonian soldiers mad,
Admire them, they are righteous warriors,
Thracians, Saxons,...

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Viking me, I want to be
warrior culture, decadent vulture
plunder  & pillage, every village
navigate the sea, longboat to be 
clash of steel, organic feel

Viking Me, I want to be
impenetrable shield wall, kingdom fall
Valhalla bound nomads, Victorious death glad
Discovery of Vinland, Vigilance of Norse man
Expedition by...

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England my England sets standards anew
Coveted ideals drooled over by hordes
an empire elated shall forever be true

Gilded by conquest stronger men knew
The Romans Saxons Vikings and Nords
England my England sets standards anew

Perched on red charabanc tourism grew
Drinking fine history of ladies and lords
an empire elated...

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The Normans came and conquered
They landed in the night
I think we could have beaten them
Till Harold lost his sight!

The Normans came and conquered
Their country wanted more
They gave us all a thrashing
And left us feeling sore!

The Normans came and conquered
We Saxons ran to Wales
In the hills...

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The Bard of the Norseman
A warrior’s fame and for glory all Norseman live worthy of life
Worthy the Norseman with warring axe to victory and spilt Saxon blood
For spoils of the serpent’s lair lie across the whale’s road
Far from the girls in the houses they love
Seeking...

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Of European descent, from whence they came

Across the borders to settle, re-establishment

Angles, Saxons and Jutes – Anglo-Saxon be known

Conquered lands, such roads have served, that of the Roman Empire

Yet under attack, strong order we lack

Helpless – o’ kingdom cry

As legions left, nations wept

Our production has...

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Loving you is easy
As you are the door – Ianua 
To spring
Ice clouds are held in the furnace:
Dirty grey pearls
Your other name is of course
Janus- you are the month of transition
Though I love you as you are
Frostbites as your trade
Dew on the sullen grass
Fog of...

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Uther, the High king of England 
fell in love with the Lady Igraine
Knowing she was married to Gorlois
he decided to fight the walrus

For he was the Duke of Tintagel
that Uther wanted to mangle	
‘Thus he defeated his enemy’ 
and took her, his wife to be

The High...

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St David our patron and wearer of daffies
Lynched by the English who named us all Taffies
With our fellow Celts, they feared we would stand
and repel Anglo-Saxons from all British land
But spring-time did come, along with a truce
The trumpets of yellow announcing the news
A change in...

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A snow bound silence descends now
upon my hallowed home,
the traffic's gone, the streets unplowed
and I'm engrossed in tomes.

A ribald tale of myst'ry roils
the knights have charged the breech
the bard sings tall tales of old
of maiden's love's unleashed.

The pendants mark the battles course
as Saxons face the...

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A cherished childhood spent cocooned in my inward-looking community,
Protected me from the indoctrination of a white-privileged history.
But when I stepped into a world where brown was under-represented
My identity…Was molested.

My speech, skin, hair and dress, seemed to cause the white man stress.
And brown was a tan...

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Already the month
     of August 2018,
     May never become 
     a je June'm
     (Forget-me-not)
     time of year,
especially for nouveau
     homeless and,
...

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If we meet at the ball, just one dance, that’s all

And if by chance we do meet at the ball, you shall have that dance

A dance with an angel fallen from stars, 
to grace this humble knight from a kingdom afar

And this angel from above...

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