Groundlings Poems - Poems about Groundlings

...guileless in my green days i climbed to the tip of my toes to hear a tree and the wind clap a rat-a-tat code outside my casement window i was a follower then of minuscule choirs small voices no......

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...COLOURS OF LIFE Umber is the colour of the ferny bracken heath Broken fronds dishevelled and unkempt Flaxen is the dry grass laid by wind in tousled sheaf Sanguine, woodland floor with leaves,......

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...Oh spite, oh hell – to the Hell in my own name too! The hell in love, the hell in romance, the hell of all men! He being in my name as well of course… as if I’m made of men! Do they control me? Na......

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...Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease King Henry VII, the bringer of peace Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish Descendants of which epitomise courage A land of wr......

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...Points Above and Below the Line (Enea Canonises Catherine of Siena) It's not a thing we go for any more, that hierarchy malarkey, but in fact the medieval mind set mega store by stairs and ......

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...Beautiful Ones Aloft in the steam, they look like Eagles. Perched now on the edge of the bowl, proud courtesies peck the kind and meek with true meanings and Premier trophies. Unprecedented ......

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...Power is too devastating a concept for the groundlings to scourge on. Instead, we thrive on inspiration, A hope that things could change. And those luxurious bourgeoisie that roam the outskirt......

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...ii. And the glands beside your heart Some secret of evolution they couldn't understand So they never troubled themselves to puzzle Out why you, their sphinx, remained silent Now begin to purr.......

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