Dog England Poems

The bric-a-brac shop waits on Rue Nationale.
In a sleepy French town.
It opens at ten,
And closes at one,
Till three.
Then on till seven in the evening.
Madame opens...

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The British royal family is front and center this weekend. How unusual is that?

The empire may be gone, but it’s time to recall its ghost,...

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My roommates and I congregated in our suite's great room and we’ll head out for dinner soon.

“Have you ever eaten dog food?” Leong asked Anna.
“No,”...

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James Bond still moonlights on the make
But found too many boobies fake
Spy C came along
And shrivelled his Dong*
She got hot dog but wanted steak 

*£1=30,541...

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Boat People
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There's this nasty lady living right 
by ours
A cranky old mare holed up next to our house 
Her garden is minging and her blinds 
are...

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He invented things
all sorts of things
Electronic things
that were usefully
and novel
More things than he
probably will be credited
for
He created or recreated
God's gift to man
the dog
He created a...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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SOUL   WINDOWS


Cat eyes are  curious, suspicious; 
Horse eyes big, brown, delicious.
Dog  eyes say be my friend,
And stay with me till the...

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Wulf and Eadwacer
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 960 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My clan's curs pursue him like crippled game;
they'll rip him apart if he...

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People are wandering around the town
With their heads pointing to the clouds
People are wandering about the town
Looking like fearful clowns
Nasty men with hard backs 
Are...

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'Twas a dark and stormy night! (OK!  So I'm being a tad histrionic!)
The Earl of Pence was lounging by the fire sipping his gin...

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I thought it was bad enough
when you took your people’s guns,
leaving them unable to defend
themselves or anyone,
making them incapable of
resisting evil’s sway,
leaving them adrift and...

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It is a lovely Saturday afternoon
The sun is shining the trees are smiling
And fall is closing in
Bright golden leaves hang proudly
from  tall slender trees
They...

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18.9

Did you hear them? 
That roaring sound Of propellers whirring, And Bombs hitting the ground?

I wasn't there. But there's something so magical when their presence...

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