Introspection England Poems

Where are you really from?

An all-too familiar question,

One which I quite detest.


Often looking for simple answer,

This I cannot give, too awkward to tell the truth,

I...

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I offen soffen neether content nor intent,

       eether explicit or implicit about 

      ...

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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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Dark skies lurked to press upon 'em
To Autumn they succumbed
Trying to change was superfluous
By twilight, the hills were overcome

Fingertips of trees reached upward
Hoping to prick...

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It’s not oft that I take flight through icy woods on a moonlit night.
More oft than not I would be sleeping when through frosty panes...

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As I walk along the wooden boards
Flanked by firm railings, 
I wonder how they used to cross
From mainland to castle,
Back when the bridge was
Stone and...

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woke up to a full day but i can tell the sun's only come half bright
on the cemented pavements and shameless statements of the
buildings towering...

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The hurricanes have ceased,
orange and gold leaves fall,
and dusk approaches
while I brush my hair.

In my line of sight
books beckon,
music entices,
prayer tempts. But the one
to whom...

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I am an English man.
I used to think.
That I ruled the world.
And could take my drink.

When all would bow and salute.
The English man a Sir...

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