Coventry Poems - Poems about Coventry

Tongues loose, tongues in a hangman’s noose Wag without care to declare nonsense As wisdom salvaged from the sluice Where nonsense whacked common sense Lost in a sea of error whose terror Harmed victims concealed by protagonists who opted to promote The cult of nonsense whose defence mirror Plunged into reverse gears that chose to demote Common sense when tongue waggers Congregated in...

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The old cathedral sits aloof With toothy tower and absent roof. Its nave has puddles brimmed by rain, And silent walls all cracked with pain. An open window spans one end, And sawn off columns to earth descend. Its bells for Reconciliation ring, For Peace, not Hate that War doth bring. Brave they are who sit and stare, And contemplate the lack of...

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WE’RE IN COVENTRY by JOHN M. ARRIBAS We’re in coventry, God doesn’t speak to us anymore He was quite garrulous for so many years afore He doesn’t converse like he did many centuries ago He always had a dialogue with Abe and with Moe It may be that he’s given up trying to guide He may abandon us or talk only he can...

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We came from Kibworth Settled in Coventry All of this being after the Black Death The War of the Roses figured strongly in family tales King Richard was wondrous So we were told I still long for the Hall there in Coventry When I kneel in remembrance Never will I forget What my family worked for Lived for And died for There’s a glade here in Coventry, where...

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I often climb the cathedral spire like a pilgrimage I can see the whole of Coventry In each corner I see a reflection of you and me “Send them to Coventry”! I often hear them say Please send them, send them right away! We tend to tar a place with the same brush Painting our perceptions colouring in your grass greener...

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In the Cathedral ruins The ghosts seem friendly Pigeons homely, air sweet Clouds white with a hint of rain The drops fall on the roofless relic Like the ancient bombs Failings of us all Trying not to be religious Humanity should think of itself A bee gathers honeysuckle People can love...

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