Hopkins Poems - Poems about Hopkins

Poems about Poets VI beMused Michael R Burch Perhaps at three you'll come to tea, to have a cuppa here? You'll just stop in to sip dry gin? I only have a beer. To name the greats: Pope, Dryden, mates? The whole world knows their names. Discuss the songs of Emerson? But these are children's games. Give me rhythms wild as Dylan’s! Give me Bobbie Burns! Give me Psalms or Hopkins’ poems, Hart Crane’s, if...

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(1.) First poem In Our Feasts, We Both Drank Lover's Wine Second poets tribute series third poet Gerard Manley Hopkins Blood that entices with its red-glow appeal Its bright warmth into a wanton soul seeks She that drove passion, ate my youthful zeal Relishing that my words, were soft and meek! Yet I, a victim lost and thus spellbound Wore blinded eyes and...

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Rode around Essex with murder in mind With evil followers from town to town Matthew Hopkins was the worst of his kind Hunting for witches that he could take down. Towns people would say that woman's a witch She'd then be tortured until she confessed Then hanged until death and thrown in a ditch Hopkins got paid saying she was possessed . People...

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Katie Hopkins; Wild Redemption Katie Hopkins, what a ***** She really makes my innards itch She’s paid to spit and vent her bile Her views are simply crass and vile The woman thinks that refugees Should all die screaming in the seas And now she is an educator? Well, Brunel students sure don’t rate her Poor Katie got no praise or thanks Just fifty...

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Hopkins snakes Old Hopkins had a rope ladder, To keep snakes out of the house, Snake killing sticks under the rain water tank, In the shower, where a snake ate the mouse, The fowls all lived up in the trees, Brownies were sucking eggs down, (deadly mulga snakes, dozens) The bantams were sitting on eggs in bird nests, Till the chickens were...

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Pray for Margaret you Jesuit priest, who wept for falling leaves but cast no blame. Her soul, as leaf-meal lies, is now the same in Heaven she can now confront her beast. Oh! Grief, not sweet-or-sour, but only grief, as man was born for blight - same...

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