Long Suffolk Poems

From north, south, east and west 
This is the town to beat the rest,
Where history and present blend
As through its many streets you wend. 

Where once a monastery so great
From every view would dominate,
Where Pilgrims...

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Suffolk day Wednesday 21st of June 2017
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

There is going to be a Suffolk Day, I heard the news I did today!
On BBC radio...

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Hellboy danced with the best of them,
With a record here, though incomplete...
Winning almost all of the time,
What a miraculous feat!


Date Opponent Location Result
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XXxX Hecate L (fatality)
2004 Rasputin W
XXxX osiris club W
XXxX Witch L (fatality)
XXxX Dragon...

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>I had a question today asking what or who  was The Mad Author I did try to explain,. However like all aspiring poets (Cough, cough.) I already had a poem in print explaining and...

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let every old woman with a wrinkled face,
she should be aware,she lives in disgrace,
a furrowed brow,hairy lip and single tooth,
know me well,i'll get the truth.
a squinty eye and scolding tongue,
the squeaky voice she's had from...

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> Do not read if of a nervous disposition . I am committed to sending at least one poem a day to some social media page. Poetry Soup want us to send one each Tuesday...

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>Although I love writing, I would also like my books to sell. Then I can grant my wife her wishes and buy her a house by the sea. And if there is enough in the...

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Battle of Arras April – May 1917
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I was not there.  I have to say.
I was not born.  I meant to say.
Had...

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Is there life after death?
By Stanley R Harris
The new mad author
& A poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

Is there life after death?
Did Christ rise from the dead?
If you are a true Christian!
Your faith must not that...

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> have just been sorting out some old papers and guess what I found some old poems.

There talking on the radio

There talking on the radio today. 
BBC radio Suffolk, I must say.

About wearing pyjamas when...

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Zoe was born 1992 and is a Paralympic powerlifter,
Who was born with growth hormone deficiency,
In Ipswich, she attended East Bergholt school, lifter,
And enjoyed the Suffolk School Games, proficiency.

She tried the sport of powerlifting for the...

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>Our local BBC radio station was raising funds in 2014 for Suffolk family carers in fact they raised over a quarter of a million pounds and managed. to purchase a coach so news and assistance...

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On the naming of a child
Certain protocols should be followed by the registrar

Protocol one

If the chosen name is Rainbow or Honey dew
Then firstly the parents should be slapped
And given a book containing sensible names
This process...

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Southwold (Suffolk).
 
 Dear Southwold

 How I love to visit you,
 To stand barefoot,
 On your bright yellow sandy beaches,
 To stand and admire your pretty streets,
 Your glowing white Lighthouse,
 and your quirky Pier.
...

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Standing tall and proud as Punch, Albert, my Suffolk, softens to receive his collar.
I lift the hames across his back,
throw over pad and traces, belts and chains,
while he stands like a scholar.
He has a generosity...

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In Suffolk where the barley grows,
Its said that folks have seven toes, 
And 'round some parts of Sutton Hoo,
They've grown an extra finger too!
They're banjo players one and all, 
And tractor drivers but that's not...

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The bicycle Tour of Britain
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

The tour of Britain’s is coming here.
To Suffolk County, do you hear?
To see those riders is such a sight.
As...

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From Wales or Suffolk, claims knowledge of literature,
looking at sheep is far from just being some easy cure;
ever heard of Dylan Thomas, of course - one of the best,
but you're nowhere near of passing such...

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He fell so broke our lamp, a sphere of stone
Made by potters on the Suffolk Coast
The lamp was silent, it was he who groaned

I was not angry, though I may have moaned
I loved  our...

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"But Motek, it's Hanukkah!
You MUST be with the FAMILY on HANUKKAH!!"
(Ok Mom, sure Mom, right away Mom, I'll come home)

"Rabbi Grossman DOES do such LOVELY services!
Every Jew in Suffolk County will be there!
Challah Bread! Matza...

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Where the fields meet the sky,
Where ears of golden corn reach high
And winding tree-lined lanes pass by,

See the flatlands which stretch away
On a sunny, blue-sky day
With wind-blown, snow-white clouds at play.

Where sounds of Summer fill...

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The summer air was still, 'neath golden sky
where lively birdsong filled motionless trees
sun shied away while cirrus clouds passed by
air cooled and briefly birthed a subtle breeze.
The scent was fleeting, but I recognised
the petrol fumes...

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Desolate sea
between steel sky and dusky shore.
A sinister mist creeps in,
adds to the grey gloom.
Flat calm.
		Stillness.
			     Complete silence.

A seabird cries.
Shingle-rippling wavelets, bubble and make reply.
The gull continues his mournful song
evoking sea-lost...

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I am each stone tossed around,
each droplet of sea mixed in,
pounding each stone, churning, 
in time beating me smooth,
each impact, more homogenous,
trapped in the battle of land and sea,
an eternal ebb and flow,
crasshhh, another seamless...

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Bright coloured chalets, (very dear !)
Stand close in military line,
Along the prom, beyond the pier
“NO CYCLING”, please, observe the sign.
The waves roll in with thunderous roar
To dash the pebbles on the shore.

Incongruous lighthouse in the...

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