Son England Poems

Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7,...

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And why not?
The Lucky country
Bodyline
Human skittles
Murder Incorporated 
Swing lube 

I sit with friends and 
We put
Together our greatest XI
To face Mars
My father shouts, "That's out!"
And...

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Join up and enlist Kitchener said, the Army will be such fun
For King and country, make your mother proud son.
However life at the minute, it...

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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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Which fire is Eternal,  
Ignorance always mislead millions of people on earth, 
Don't  astonish when you find some psychologists, philosophers, scientists worshiping Fire, Animals and...

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Queen Elizabeth II has died and she isn't the Queen anymore.
Her husband, "Philip Mountbatten" died just one year before.
Elizabeth II has died at the age...

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Queen Elizabeth Alexandra Mary ll
Her seemingly eternal monarch--God has now beckoned
Balmoral Castle, reigned over the United Kingdom
"God Save The Queen" The British national anthem
21 April...

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Waking up in my room,
My sanctuary,
My piece of mind,
Yet all I see is red.
The dream, the scarf, the woman,
The mystery of each. 
She calls to...

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Gone are the days of the great empiring
Ravens wings now clipped at the tower
England lives on sense of entitlements
A great national pride is now destroyed...

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The coldness of the night had past,

The light was set the die was cast,

A pair of mortals faced each other,

Neither thinking of his mother.


 Each with...

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It knows you before you are born
It knows you after you die
It is with scorn
It bears your soul.

Crows teach men their place
Tearing intestine from roadkill
Cawing...

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I've spent the evening hunting, as I'm wont to do
and choosing for tonight an older lass,
I hold the shop door open while she passes through
and...

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To this day, the breath labours on still 
Marrow birthing blood same as ever 
to keep this battered carriage oiled
The soul wills the flesh to...

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Should I breathe my last
Please send for my son 
Tell him papa loves him so much
Remind him that it’s love that did keep him away...

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There is a cold rumbling in my heart
On and on I feel this mid chest unease
Upcoming days tests and MRIs clucking sounds
I sense breath and...

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