Briton Poems - Poems about Briton

There was once a great man named Newton Apple fell on this famous Briton Lest flash of gravity Escapes brain’s cavity To cover head he put his hat on. August 20, 2018...

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Limerick : Once a Briton in the Tour de France Once a Briton in the Tour de France Smoked cigars drank Champagne made bike dance From Versailles to Paris Yet won the Tour easy How ? By breathing exhaust fumes’ fragrance ! © T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013...

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The little girl sat alone on the step Thinking of what she had said and done Sad and alone, she needed a friend Gladly there appeared just the one A cold nose and a friendly lick Her dog snuggled up without question As always he needed no explanations There with the greatest of canine affection Inspired by his 1878 picture- Sympathy go to Allposters.com/...

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As twilight now comes, we view a fair maiden, flushed by the fire, in the hush of the room after spending her day, where the heather was strewn The stroke of the brush, shows a blush on her cheeks She's enthralled by the flame, while a red setting sun, says a farewell to the day, while she sits in her...

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The long dark winter had expired And spring with its vibrant colors was here I was enticed by the great beauty of the outside And planned to feign a headache after lunch While my tutor, Mr. Hobart showed great concern He gave Instructions that I not be disturbed As I would be taking a long, quiet nap after noon I do...

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Jesus Christ in the wilderness All alone as the sun rose red Fighting His battle of humanness Jesus Christ in the wilderness To save man~ Christ's devoutness Although the bloody cross His dread Jesus Christ in the wilderness All alone as the sun rose red Written this fourth day of July 2013 About the painting "Christ In The Wilderness" by Briton Riviere One...

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After I thought a while it seemed clear it wasn’t the yap, yap, buzz, ring, chat that drove him away from the city. Nor the police alarm yaw-yahing saying danger or someone hurts. It was the hands. Hands reaching to touch his face, his hands, head. Hand to rub his belly or grip his shoulder. Hands coming from above, or below, little squirts...

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Long Rest (Contest entry) (Requiescat by Briton Rivière) Oh master why's your rest so long Command and I'll obey You lay there post your victory And at your side I'll stay I seen them lift you from the field Of combat when you fell My Knight you lay there...

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Gov'ners were jealous and zealous the satraps - One had received uncalled-for promotion. With design to malign, these guys enacted a divine trap for this fella's devotions. "Accept this new law," they said, "Except to you, O Great King, no petitions can be uttered." A crusade to degrade, they watched Dan's window, As he stepped up and prayed, boldly...

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Briton Reiviere has portrayed A boy of low means, no shoes to his feet Clothes are of rags, dirt his blanket Except for a scraggy mutt. His only friend, his warmth, protector. Together they survive Whatever life throws at them So tired, so hungry, so friendless They are a unit within themselves. Sun will be their salvation A river is their bathroom Their watering hole Place...

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Being a queen is not so great always under the spotlight never a moment to relax so many people fawning Ah, but few who are real friends most just after what they can get the lonely life is what I lead as I tend to state duty's My life is like a fish bowl I am always on display yet I must smile and wave to...

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