Long Saint george Poems

When I spotted Saint George in a van,
I feared that his horse might be lame.
Or worse, in a Doggomeat can,
when hurt in some chivalric game.

Saint George, it appeared was not happy,
now carried around in this...

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Color outside the lines


Coloring outside the lines
Not at my school
Nuns frowned on that;
Skirts above the knee
No way
Not at my school;
No gum, no pens,
No make-up
Not allowed-uh-uh
Not at Saint George School;
Memorize your verses
Three a night
Don'miss a word
Mistakes...

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If you are plagued with dragons in your basement,
And you have tried, without success, to drive them out.
If you need advice and dragon information,
That's what this short discourse is all about.
    ...

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On the Beeb this morning, on the flagship radio news show, that the grocer's daughter

always listened to but didn't like at all, the National Poet of 'Land of Song' sang the 

praises of an American...

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The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another

Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train

His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er...

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This June, our national football team
Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup
When we were told not to wear our team colours
I thought, ‘This country has gone bottom up!’

Since when did our nation get...

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One sunny springtime morning
I met her on a fair day.
I saw her from a distance
Out strolling on the fair way.

As like the springtime morning
She filled the air with joy...
She was a rose of England
And I...

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St. George May not be English
By Bob Moore(c) 2016

St. George may not be English
but he’s England’s Patron Saint
St. Patrick is Saint of Ireland
but an Irishman he ain’t

St David was a Welshman
but St Andrew, not a...

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(for J.B.P.)

A polarizing figure
A catalyzing force
A man for all seasons 
He’s a man called Horse

A strong man in the wheelhouse
A tall man in the field 
No crow of ruin touches him
His constitution, steeled 

What dragon...

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Brexit Sonnet No.6
‘Rhapsodic Key of Blue’
 

So much hurrah, so much for cherished symbol,
That one could be forgiven to believe it true.
But for me there’s no electric tingle,
From passing ports in rhapsodic key of blue.
If...

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Supporting England's like being bipolar
one minute they'll win it the next it's over
we resort to branding them prima donnas
though we ourselves sure they'd win honours,

the cycle repeats 
quarter final beats
metatarsal feets 
penalty defeats

the proud scenes
singing...

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*1169, Rawmaish

Be complainers they are without a doubt,
and compliments they may well do without,
when rumors to change their scheme,
like green, whiskey...built up steam,
also Irish stew to Sauer kraut,

Till Saint Patrick's became Saint George, was it,
all...

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Take three visually vibrant colors
inherent in my desire, heart and mind 
symbolic red cross, Saint George recovers
faith, hope and belonging that doth remind,

dark blue background defines my inner thoughts
no sign of sadness, swirls of happiness...

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I don't do the dreaming --
The dreams happen to me
I make my pilgrimage 
And wait for visions to see

There's silver and there's gold
There's bitter and there's sweet
The greatest story ever told
Was right beneath our feet

Come,...

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