Dorchester Poems - Poems about Dorchester

...A Dorchester Christmas Triple deckers decked in lights Mostly colors, some just white Christmas trees all dressed in tinsel Glow at night though curtain windows Kids with shovels dot the ......Read the rest...

...Pegasus symbol intrigued me as a child, maybe it was fate. Loving it without knowing Greek mythology or the story behind it. There was something about Pegasus that made me feel great Inspiration ......Read the rest...

...Hardy’s Cat The night was cold, in Dorchester, Fog threw his cloak around The old-town’s streets, stood, grave-still, The living, made, no sound. As the church-clock struck its midnight hour ......Read the rest...

... On the outer edge of Kemble there’s a stone upon the green where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond. It seeps and then it flows under bridges as a stream towards the narrowboats of Lechlad......Read the rest...

...Mary Mary Eliza Mahoney birth in 1845 an American black child of former slaves daughter of Mary Jane and Charles Mahoney at 18 showed interest in healing Humanity in 1863 and the N......Read the rest...

...Like an arboretum, my smile and laughter fills empty space, tall stand the trees all huddled together like girlfriends on a chilly night ready to share their secrets. We lay bare our souls, sat on ......Read the rest...

...I have travelled through the cluttered corridors of my tired mind countless times. I have reached deep into the dark abyss of my captive soul and in that profoundly disturbing darkness, I went sear......Read the rest...

...(Sir Frederick Treves, Victorian surgeon, has the following claims to our respect: (1) he discovered and cared for Joseph Merrick, "The Elephant Man": (2) He followed the route in Italy of the cha......Read the rest...

...WINTER, 1948 [40 Saxton Street] for W.W The winter nights that pass now are so unlike the winter nights that passed before, that I often struggle back in those suspended moments when sleep ......Read the rest...

..."Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."* The four men were more than friends, they were brothers. Brothers of different beliefs, but of the same F......Read the rest...

...Dull As A Disease I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I do feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in apt flair You look real as life, my amore mia. When I am surfing on the i......Read the rest...

...Joanna’s off to London town in this her finest hour’ Ten years of hard labour have brought her to the Tower. Not the Tower of London where folks have disappeared But to the Dorchester Hotel to receiv......Read the rest...

...I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, And behind the door I do feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in the air, You look real as life to me, “Amore Mio”. When I am surfing on the inter......Read the rest...

...I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I feel your mien, When my poetic muse is in the air, You look real as life, amore mia. When I am surfing on the internet, You are there in m......Read the rest...

...I am sitting in my Dorchester lair, Behind the door I feel your lovely mien, The time my poetic muse is in the air, You look so much real as life, amore mia. When I am surfing on the internet, You a......Read the rest...