Best Westminster Poems

(iambic tetrameter)

The curtains fell and wrapped the stage
as lights and accolades became
another yesterday once more.
Another night and one more show,
another play that doesn't last
beyond the...

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Overweight Terrier:
   Porky
   Yorkie
Un-cool Terrier:
   Dorky
   Yorkie

Spaniel dog breeder:
   Cocker
   Stocker
Parrot who mimics...

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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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Merciles Beaute ("Merciless Beauty")
by Geoffrey Chaucer
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Your eyes slay me suddenly;
their beauty I cannot sustain,
they wound me so, through my heart...

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The Little White Church

The little white church, engulfed by the immensity
Of Douglas fir, Hemlock, and Western Red Cedar
On Nootka Island in Nootka Sound,
Confirms the remoteness...

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He came with murderous intent
To the Manchester Arena he went
His heart full of vitriol and hate
With a bomb to seal their fate

I wonder if he...

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stupendous silhouette of castle 
piercing through hazy fog
reminds me of your shadow
as you come to meet me at twilight

mixed hues of spectral sky 
reflected in...

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A combination of Prose and Free Verse:

The most thrilling and inspirational piece of music ever to reach my 
ears is, without doubt, Handel's Messiah. I've...

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Long, long ago and longer
When I was but a child
I read of Doctor Livingstone
Who ventured in the wild.
Dr. David had no fear
He went where few...

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When first I saw London, it was in a book in the library,
But then I came to England, experiencing its history.

The Bridges over the river...

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Dying starving kids in the streets of Calcutta. 
Lepers, faceless and worthless pieces of flesh, 
kicked and tossed in the nearest cesspool. 
Low caste Hindus...

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My Christmas Box by Rob Barratt

We’ll have an X-Men, X-files, X-Box, no socks, X-Factor, Max Factor, Max Bygraves, no war 
graves of a Christmas

I want...

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I had to sit through it all
the conversation that was inevitable
What they did
Where they went
What they saw...
My brother and his wife
On the their expensive trip...

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Hip Hip Hooray

              Hip Hip Hooray for today Naseby Day!
  ...

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Watching her board bathed in fog at the station
Spectacles slide down the bridge of his nose
Usually a blur, not in this situation
Smudges can’t hide every...

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