Spring London Poems

They see it as aesthetically pleasing 
The interconnection of a cultural clash
Making diverse diasporas meet
Distinctive city made out of filthy cash
They see the blacktop streets...

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Seraphine, my darling one
Steady as the rising sun
Stronger than a river’s flow
Stopping where the flowers grow

Blooming like a tulip Spring
Brilliant as a diamond ring
Busy as...

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On the outer edge of Kemble
there’s a stone upon the green
where a spring becomes a trickle in a pond.

It seeps and then it flows
under bridges...

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In London Town, a girl was born
Who lost the crown, but won the scorn 
Of Lady Margaret's deep disdain
For something proud, she cannot reign

Her daughter's...

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Medieval Poems

How Long the Night
anonymous Middle English lyric, circa early 13th century AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It is pleasant, indeed, while the summer lasts
with...

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The TFL Shaman- A Journey Home.

Raindrops trickle down the misty train windows,
Obscuring views of coloured graffiti,
Works of passion sprayed on to embankment walls.
Bright colours splattered...

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London Winter Fantasy
for Amanda Root

Can they not see how daffodils
spring up to greet you where you walk,
how rays of early morning light
twine red roses in...

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To me there is not justice in this world,
and no God awaiting us either.
So who, therefore, could freely harm an innocent soul,
and then each night...

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It doesnt hurt anymore 
Like it hurt me before
So just walk out the door.

Love is a four letter word
Its a two edged sword 
That can...

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"Church St. people of the abyss."

                 A pancake breakfast...

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Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears. 

Only...

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'We have a future king to make,'
Said the deep, resounding voice.
'But it is not a proper fit for everyone.
For a king must know first how...

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Feel me standing there
on the draw bridge
that stands stubburn and erect
over the rushing waters blown by the wind
back and forth.
I listened to the crows
posted on...

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