Best Town Crier Poems

"The Odyssey of We are Centre"



Where does he come through 
with his fishing lines?
Casting off metaphors
worms of vitriol
hooked and dipped,
he’s so green backed  
rolling...

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A true story.

Here I was,
23 or 24...
Classed an "Executive"
NYC Dept Store Chain,
"Executive" label meant
I could work overtime
For one half of my normal salary...
But a fool...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "The Bumble Bee Big Blue Sky Boston Two Step on Love Street"


She said, "Pffft Bumble Bees Rule, 
No Bees, no World
Shy Little...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks...

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Soldiers in the line of fire,
we're mic for hire,
we're for the cash or die
so all kneel to the poetic sire,

It's the black king from the...

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Mother's hope shot!
Who will rescue tomorrow?
Unending woe...
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Midnight town crier!
Women and children take cover
Men running to war.
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Dry leaf swaying down
Looking from where it falls
Fresh leaves, take...

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It was the time before the celebration on Saint Peter’s day, when the noble page took a fine white scroll and was glad upon his...

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Well they done took away ma pension
whilst I waren’t payin no tention.
Never thought thet thar could happen,
Seems ma face they keep a slappin'.

Ah trusted all...

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There once was a sweet little lass from Eire

     Who had everything a man could desire

     ...

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On one daring day, when the bruising sun was yet to set
And unfold the opportunities of an anticipated and hopeful day.
A bystander sprouted out from...

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Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena...

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sitting on the (front) lawn,
it's just you and me;
welcoming the morning's glow,
sharing a cup of tea

here comes nosy anna welsh,
walking that ghastly beast;
town crier of...

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B elieving in a muse meant to amuse
R ecites his verses leaving clues
I  mpetuous no time for schmooze
A ficionado of smooth rhythm and blues
N...

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This is a tale of a broken heart
This is the news that was whispered in the market.

When I saw the maid from Mazi Nduka's house
I...

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peace and quiet tha's all i desire,a village green without a town crier
a tranquil spot a silent idyll,more chance of finding caviar at your local...

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