Long Manor house Poems

“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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OLD CHRIS CRINGLE HALLOWEEN JINGLE

Did you know that Santa always had a secret desire,
To explore and experience the holiday known as Halloween!
This jolly spirit whom brought the world of mankind such joy,
And wonder on the...

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The story of how the name Sarah came to be,
But also, how the meaning of the name doesn't define anyone so the meaning of Sarah, dosent define who she wants to be,
Sarah the name, supposedly...

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Within the Craigie Mile a manor house stands
Under sheeted rain and surrounded by shrouding fog
One night as Hell sang in the sky
A lady did run along the Craigie mile
Where she was she had no clue
The...

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Sarah is my name


Hi, I'm Sarah and this is the story of how my name came to be,
But also, how the meaning of my name doesn't define who I, Sarah, yep me wants to be,
Sarah...

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Lifted into the eternal,
Peter walked through Heaven's pearly gates...
Greeted by his name's sake.
Ushered into the city of golden streets,
Meeting up with Jesus Whom escorts him around personally.
Manor houses arranged beautifully throughout this Holy city.
"One of...

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A restless night, another hum-drum day,
Resolve to take a pleasurable walk;
I make my way towards St Mary’s church.
Across the street, a sixteenth century home –
Maltravers Manor, testament to time.

I’m heading for the ancient Hollow Way
Where...

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By invitation from a trusted friend, 
a medium intervention took place and I went.
The building set in the thick forest by a shimmering lake,
some broken sheds looking sad and strange to take.
Weeded and worn the...

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The old manor had red stone bricks covered in climbing vines,
and columns and facades in dazzling swirls;
it was classical architecture with intricate lines,
a treasure in the middle of no where, I pondered touching my pearls;
I...

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My beloved wife

It was the crows calling that gave the final warning on this mid October morning.
Just as the mist began falling upon the hills in a strange manner that was almost unnerving.
This morn shall...

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I met her over there
She had such a smile
She had such a stare

I asked her what she was called
She giggled and replied:
'called, I am called'

Her eyes were like the summers evening sun
I'd never known that...

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For so many years my one desire was to stay all night in a haunted manor
With candelabras to lighten my way, heated by the warmth of a welcome fire
Haunted perchance by a lady in white...

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My park to me was not see-saws nor swings
instead, a treasure chest of stranger things.
A marble grave, 1891, well kept
where 'Tiny', estate owner's dog now slept.
The long gone Manor House front Portico
and where the star...

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When darkness fell, he came awake
And readied for the night ahead
Clambering out of his pine box
This coffin forever his bed

Shade from sunlight and prying eyes
His secret was well hidden too
“hind the wall in the manor...

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Few tears were shed when news arrived
that Lord Trevelyan had died.
One solitary wreath was laid
as shallow, feigned respects were paid.

Remote and sullen, he'd disdained
each hand of friendship, and remained
throughout his life a bitter soul
with whom...

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Where will I go, what will I be told to do?

Will it be the road paved with gold for me and you?



What can I expect, what will I find on the road ahead?

I may find...

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As the pregnant moon begins to rise, 
one can hear the mournful cries

And when the spirts start their prowl
rabid  wolves began to howl

From the manor house upon the hill,
you can hear the mournful shrill
from...

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The pointed arc Manor house onset,
Angel sculptures silhouettes.
Light through stained gothic windows,
high chairs and gargoyle shadows.
Marbled floor rows of columns,
pointed sealing reached by slaloms.
Heavy gilded frame,
giving her aura a powerful claim.
Brightness from eyes that capture,
ageless...

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T’was flair from the cobbles that drove the loom
with forced hardy sweat they laboured till eve
a family tradition from the womb
with threaded shuttle and reed hook they weave.
The warp the weft that nurtured the blending
the...

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