Loss England Poems

Good Friday night, and haunted by the cross 
The body in the darkness sends the mind
To go out searching for him. Blood and moss
The crown...

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Spoilt from birth,
Pampered and needy,
Being the spare an inherited curse,
Leading to actions often quite seedy.

Great aunt Margaret blazing the trail
Questionable choices aplenty,
Drugs and alcohol steering...

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Strange how we accept the lies.
Strange how we ignore the cries.

It’s strange watching fascists claim their pride for soldiers who died fighting for what they...

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Adorn her grace 
By Michelle Morris
10/09/2022

Pull the curtains down
Close the stage
The play is done
The throne is changed

Another monarch
Leaves in peace
New heir today
A house of sadness...

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Im short of words
Yummy liver in the pot's pool
Feeds astonished Aston in its villa 
Dating back to 2017 heavy loss 

Was it the power of...

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Queen Elizabeth II is dead
The whole world seems to be wailing, mourning
All day and night long, from early morning
To very late of the dead
Of the...

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The world has lost a queen
By Michelle Morris
10/09/2022

The world has lost a queen
But Heaven has gained an angel
Time marches on, and
Each monarch has their moments

Gone...

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We say goodbye.
To a monarch.
To a woman.
To a Queen.
To an age.

We say goodbye.
To an England.
To a Britain.
To a Briton.

We say goodbye.
To an era.
To a leader.
To...

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Through seventy years of change,
Orb and sceptre in your hands,
Serving your people, young and old,
You have reigned over these lands. 

To duty called when you...

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The moral compass is spinning
Democracy’s light is dimming
The country faces ruin
The lies just keep on coming

No honour, dignity or integrity remains
In this government that fails...

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There is a strange feeling in the air. The country we once knew just isn’t there. Corruption is now king. Lies mean all and truth,...

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this is my England...
fish and chips
(with curry sauce)
pizza, lasagne
and, of course -
Chicken Tikka Masala
with poppadums, pickles
or a beef vindaloo
to open your ventricles.

this is my England...
hot...

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We live in a world where it’s accepted that we cry.
We live in a country where it’s accepted that we die.

Tears that come from pain...

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“Howdy Amos”, “Howdy Seth”, without a glance.
Amos t’aint much for words as he stares straight ahead
His gaze as straight as his furrows.
Amos is what you...

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Welcome back my weary friends
I promise you this story ends
But not before your time flies through
A tale with a horse or two...

On streets of cobblestone...

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