Livery Poems - Poems about Livery

...It was still quite dark in Milton Creek, and it had just gone four When Tom arrived at the sheriff's office, and knocked on his door The Sheriff quickly opened up and beckoned Tom, to come insi......Read the rest...

... Written: November 23, 2023 __________________________________________ Countless years, continue to construe conflict. My task is to tote testimony of how to commit. ......Read the rest...

...There was a rumour that outlaw Kyle was to be sprung from jail But Sheriff Koplin got wind of it and he'd make sure they'd fail That day Queeny Holly and her gang rode into town, guns blazing ......Read the rest...

...With mid- October, summer heat has come to an interim close. A sweet sensation creeps into every sinew as coolness pervades the air. Autumn wind, shaking the withering leaves, whistles, ......Read the rest...

...Summer is the season that brings forth buds and blooms, When every hill and vale in green livery, clad, When the busy bee around opening flower zooms, And stray clouds in the blue-sky roam......Read the rest...

...In the town of Milton Creek the sun was starting to rise And Jenna was planning for Ranger David a lovely surprise Unbeknown to him preparations were now well underway To hold a party in his h......Read the rest...

..."Mythical creatures arise in a labyrinth flight round a cloisters, a crown of flowers and berries they wear in fairyland." Quote by Poet Stars shiver in the laden cold with the moo......Read the rest...

...Ggantija (Maltese "Giantess") The Neolithic era (c. 3600–2500 BC) On the Mediterranean island of Gozo Older than the pyramids of Egypt. Malta’s Gigantea one of UNESCO World Heritage Site, Th......Read the rest...

...I believe that, God is the benevolent Lord of the universe And He is the creator of everything diverse While love of God takes us to eternity Love of man leads us to fraternity ......Read the rest...

...All the time smelling of musk, On a road willing to busk, Now an Elephant with tusk, Ready to hang on till dusk, But the songs sung Empty Husk... Third World Poor Entertainer For footwear Red......Read the rest...

...One fine autumnal afternoon, I set out sauntering Along country paths that lay rugged and meandering To see Nature, not in her cultivated neatness But in her stark nakedness and innate sweetness ......Read the rest...

...The Year: Long Squandered 1999; Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’ “They can lend themselves... to live performance” Wherefore I mount for each surveillance…. An Atypical BBC S......Read the rest...

...With a fresh cup of coffee, I stepped outside to have a peek. It was another peaceful morning, in the valley around Soup Creek. I caught the glint of a Winchester, a model ninety-four. It was acro......Read the rest...

...It was now growing dark as the sun was going down When a stranger rode into Soup Creek, a frontier town No one could see his face, he was all dressed in black An old boy was heard to say "I th......Read the rest...

...Wistful is the heart, silent the walls where the gambols of youth echoed. A return tale’s sentimental journey inside the gates of Sweet Briar Road Long it behoves me my thanksgiving ......Read the rest...