Hull Poems - Poems about Hull

A Man Of Hull

One of our local heroes:
his record of try’s in a season
has still not been beaten.
Jack Harrison VC, MC

A Temporary Gentleman
Not really the right sort
Just a common school master
Who played professional sport, 
But he was a volunteer 
Not a Conscripted man
Volunteering for service 
Soon after war began.

A Temporary Gentleman
Who came to the good 
Charged a machine

Categories: hull, conflict, courage, in memoriam,
Form: Rhyme

Hull Cenotaph, Remembrance Sunday, 2018

The Guildhall clock chimes
Eleven times this special day,
A great silence descends as
The two minutes tick away.
On parade at the Cenotaph,
An old man among old men
(Where did the years go for
In my mind I’m young again):

Not in best battledress
Or even Regimental Blues
But I’m booted and suited
With not quite bulled shoes,
And the old drill moves come back
So

Categories: hull, anniversary, emotions, patriotic, remembrance
Form: Rhyme

The Humber Ferry

By heck it was cold on the Humber ferry

The water was deep and Hull smelled like leather

May I mention the bridge it’s all there’s left

The boat man’s gone, it must be the Styx

Right it was cold on the Humber ferry

!ow I’m a widow from him who I married

His mother was Hilda his father was Harry

His

Categories: hull, age, humor,
Form: Rhyme

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Hull Fair

Hull fair

October and it arrives,
Hull fair is a family thing,
As children parents take you,
Teenagers you go with mates,
As adults you take your kids,
I've not seen in years now,
No grandchildren you see.

In my life time it's always arrived and I'm 55,
I still remember the sights, sounds and shouts of joy,
Hull fair brings it all to all

Categories: hull, joy, october, places,
Form: Free verse

Bill Hull-My Father

No sunrise sparkled brighter,
No thunder clapped,
No trumpet sounded at your birth.
You were just born,
Grew to live youth,
To fish back country ponds, summer streams,
Run roadways and highways like a deer,
To work, to marry,
Raise a family, 
Retire to loneliness,
To find yourself
Within yourself 
In back woods you loved.
Your friends were trees,
As were birds, and clouds and summer flowers
And

Categories: hull, tribute,
Form: Free verse

It's Been a Hull of a Life

I'm going to sea in a blueberry boat
paddling far past fakers and breakers
where I'm told there's happiness and hope
more givers and doers not dreamers and takers.
I'll sing salty songs with sharks and gulls, 
until they nibble away my blueberry hull
and gift this soul unto the deep blueness-

Categories: hull, adventure,
Form: Rhyme

Letter To Ronald Hull On His Comment On Diary Notes: Lament At Dawn

LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping down through the walls gives me the willies. Yes, Paris is not the same. But has it ever been? Always

Categories: hull, conflict, immigration, paris, political,
Form: Free verse

Hull, City of Culture 2017

Hull is the great and unique city where I was born
Sitting on the Humber estuary...proud and all alone
Known for keeping Charles I and his army out through courage and bravery
Also the birthplace of William Wilberforce who helped abolish slavery
The most bombed city outside of London during the 2nd World War
This made a strong community stronger

Categories: hull, birth, city, culture, fishing,
Form: Rhyme