Long Piccadilly Poems

Put on something exotic and meet me at Piccadilly Square, put on something unique and feel the sentiment that I share, the sun is just coming up and the early morning traffic is on the...

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London

The tour of London begins
 In the streets of my mind,
  Through past and present
   Intrinsically entwined,
    Through people and places
     It's heart we will...

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BACK STORY
Me and my dad used to work as a team on the Trolley Buses for Manchester Corporation, out of the Hyde Road Depot. Dad drove, and I was his offsider, collecting fares, and keeping...

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Jasmine Orthepedic was a young attractive woman the afternoon she graduated, back in ‘63, 
But when I saw her running for the mayor of Cincinnati as - Jeremiah Oglethorp - the fact occurred to me

That,...

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Morning Blues of London
by Steven Cooke

I see reflections in the window,
My coffee, my only friend.
Waiting for my journey to begin.

My suitcase, my only possession.
Yesterdays clothes, yesterdays photos,
Yesterdays dreams, all packed neatly for yesterdays man.

The whistle,...

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(The words in quotes are Ed Sheeran song titles.)

"Remember the name" you loved to repeat?
"Kiss me" again on Piccadilly Street.

Smell the "supermarket flowers---" lilies, roses, and such.
"Take me back to London," where our "shirtsleeves" would...

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Big Dreams

My friend told me I should print a business card. 
He said that I should pass it out. 
He told me that I should get out there, 
in the world, and make “a” mark....

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Always finding the quite of stillness; peaceful waters her, reflections....
Be it here or, perhaps there ? Assembling their higher educational think tanks
Joey bought a condo at Venice while Pamela, drove down from Malibu; her red...

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The mist in Regent Gardens air
awakes a single rosebud there.
Her scent drifts past Trafalgar Square -
England’s summer has begun.

The rising sun above the Thames
shines brighter than a crown of gems;
peeks through the panes of Buckingham
until...

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I once knew a boy named Billy
I thought he was originally from Chile
Mostly ‘cause he loved his hot sauce and chili
Toting everywhere his jar of piccalilli

It turns out Billy was really the local hillbilly
I should...

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The vitality of Piccadilly slowly ebbs away until it gets quiet at about three A.M.,
A human figure becomes enigmatic and provokes an interest when it’s empty of them,
Hoardings in the center of the road are...

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Not realizing what he had invented,
because he was "put away,"
Evil's friend Houdini,
was having a field day,
the catapult machine
was not only used as a weapon of war,
but also for people
who wanted to travel far,
especially wanting to...

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A crisp, cold morning in Hyde Park, 
and he is waiting for his date. 
As joggers jog and poodles bark, 
the girl's unconscionably late. 

He paces London's crocused heart, 
as traffic booms in Piccadilly: 
he's...

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Trinity Street, Bolton,
it was Jack and Jaya’s first date,
Jack had got there early,
worried he’d be late,
the ticket woman said,
to head for platform two,
“you’ll have to get a move on though,
your train is almost due”,
from Moses...

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Living underground*
Tiny mice are scurrying
Darting between the rail tracks
Commuters smile with glee
Enchanted ~ travel on their way

5th PLACE
Written 16th August 2019
Contest: SECOND EDITION OF WAYRA
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud


Syallables per line 5 7 7 6 8

*A community of...

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After eight long years fate has brought us back in contact.
Maturity and time apart has gotten us back on track. 
With the help of our friends, we are talking again.
For so long I have not...

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Show Me Your England, Ashton
Show Me Your England, Dear
Show Me Your England, Ashton
Now, That I’m Finally Here…

He Took Me To New London Bridge
He Took Me To The Tower
And The House Of Lords And The Privileged
As...

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Ever trying to crawl aneath one's flesh ? Nothing better as doing, perhaps
Arriving at this reason's door; bittersweet the wine while her heavens, they gaze
Surreal she seems science fiction be it real, or imagined what...

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we had it coming

looking at pictures of an empty Piccadilly Circus
or the Eifel tower in Paris all are empty of life except
for police cars cruising to fine anyone breaking the law.

The emptiness is awesome and...

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Found my way round London like a boss 
Know the best way to Piccadilly and Kings Cross
For I'm a Londoner now 
Seen the sights Big Ben and the like 
Taken a cycle journey on a...

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The Gift of Eros

Aloft flies Eros; mischief fluttered wings
With silent rustle whisper overhead
By arrows pierced; the hearts of knaves and kings
The chilly grave, the restless lover’s bed
Blue London air, red Piccadilly light
Above the shifting crowd...

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Have you ever seen a moon that's full?
If you have then you know beautiful
But for all that beauty there's even more
In you sweet bluebird whom I adore

Have you ever seen a great sunset?
Me too but...

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Down where the sun never shows
the wind never blows
the rain never goes, 
where patent air pumped clean and fresh
slowly circulates.

In the blue-green neon light
a lone Jamaican, sad for the sun, 
swish-swishes with a bristle-tufted broom
down...

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Cranberry dreams upon a blue silk pillow of yore
Strawberry smiles upon faces young and poor
White lace trimming along the edges of a yellow dress
Caramel smells waft and giggle a nose to caress

Gentle raindrops caressing my...

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Might I hear the souls of those
that have not been shown
the freedom of old?

Perfect circle, there you stand,
deterring all that's come unbound:
a ticket to Piccadilly,
surely and perfectly
a secret message in Morse code
like a golden peacock...

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