Best St George Poems

In Silene there he once came
and by the water met a dame
"oh please leave" she softly said
"or you like me will soon be dead."
"Alas poor...

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War leaves scars. They are emotional. They are physical. They are spiritual.

My brother had proposed to my sister-in-law on Valentine's Day, and so it was...

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I hear England's strong voice praising its past:
Football's World Cup glory in 1966,
Shakespeare and Marlowe penning plays,
Sir Francis Drake circumnavigating the world,
Queen Elizabeth I, with...

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Dragons are fabled beasts of myth and lore,
and yet, some say they lived in the far past.
And they were noble creatures at their core;
or so...

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Our Mate Charlie Brummell
Yes mate we went a droving back in nineteen fifty eight, 
The drovers cook was pretty rough, he couldn`t wash a plate....

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Soon plan B will be presided
and the skies will cry
Is there some cause
to be opined

The fallow fields
on a horses meadow
with her Foals
presides over a warm...

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The Artist
 


Once described as an intense artist
He now sits comfortably
Patiently being interviewed 
By a reporter
Half his age
He begins
When I was a younger
I would come...

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David can often be seen hot on the trail, 
Of Richard Whitehead, sprinter, runner, 
And was reported in Rio de Janero’s mail, 
As the 200m...

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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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The Artist: The Later Years 
by Edmund Siejka
(companion piece to The Artist published March 28, 2013)

He hadn’t sold anything 
In a long time
Arms crossed
He scrutinized...

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The Old Coaster   

I got meself a coaster bus, 
To make a motorhome.
I checked it out for any rust,
In it we’re gonna roam.

We’ll...

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WHY THOMAS K THOMAS LEFT A SUICIDE NOTE

Nothing left aside,
He lay on his back
Eyes fixed at ceiling fan.
Reminiscence of Predicament
Of travels in shade
Sojournment in places...

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I fancy that I am competent  
To write on the theme of fear—
Only because I have spent much of my life in fear
 And...

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"When Heaven Opened Up"



And when Heaven opened up
There, the dragon finally approached;
St George embraced Her Truth

The mother waiting for an apology
that never came, withdrew Her...

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Rodger Beadmore
While a droving out near Bollon at about the forty mile, (1950s)
just a following sheep through the lime bushes dense. 
Moving down the stock...

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