Britons Poems - Poems about Britons

...I’ve written enough small poetry to start a nuclear war. Do you want to die in traffic behind the wheel of your car? Or in yr rodeer camp next fall. Control eludes us. The hero loses urinary c......Read the rest...

...IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS Across the land a web of footpaths weave The veins that nourished nation’s interaction Cross chalk down ridge, and sylvan lane, conceived By feet of ancient Britons, Celt a......Read the rest...

...Hark, compatriots of mine, hark that ye all may hear a song that yet may cheer your hearts and prompt a bashful tear. We man the good ship Albion upon this storm-tossed sea. Our native rights we......Read the rest...

...IN PRAISE OF FOOTPATHS Across the land a web of footpaths weave The veins that nourished nation’s interaction Cross chalk down ridge, vale, sylvan lane, conceived By feet of ancient Britons, Ce......Read the rest...

...It's Britain's National Poetry Day Hip! Hip! Hooray! Stay? Which nation is this to serve any dish we are at least four if not one or two more, but in these wetlands of these isles I see a ......Read the rest...

...The man from Tarsus, in Cilicia, in modern-day Turkey bloodline of the Hebrews and Israelites of the Tribe of Benjamin. by racial ancestry Israelite by citizenship Roman by religion a follower o......Read the rest...

...Spring. Same plants, same order. Monday morning, open for business. Tractor-trailers, day care centers. Every leaf that’s coming out is out. To tonight’s town meeting I will go unaware and fool......Read the rest...

...Alba and Albion are just the same, but the White Isle is all inflamed going barmy with boredom hoping or fearing the ballot of 9/18 that could make or break the Kingdom by the Sea, if indepen......Read the rest...

...snow sprinkles quiet on our neighbourhood this sparkling monday morn snow is announced as ......Read the rest...

...For days I coughed hard and hurt my guts, drank tea like Britons from china cups, the virus never left, this poor guy never slept... did this bad cold come from unwashed mugs?......Read the rest...

...She calls from waters of rivers and seas, To Britons of the future, now and past, She is the whisper on an English breeze, She is the knowledge our freedom will last. From the valleys of Wales she fi......Read the rest...

...In my secret heart I’ve felt Like a blood-crazed Celt, Scottish, Irish, either one, Killing Britons with my gun. Or with broadsword or with knife, Dirk, or dagger, taking life In an Ulster al......Read the rest...

...Jerusalem, where Jesus went. Was ruled by heathen hell bent. Outraged. All England in discontent. An Army will be sent. In Jerusalem. The Holy land. We will stand. Sons and cash, give your al......Read the rest...