Long Village green Poems

Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer.
My pals and I back...

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It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding...

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Dear Covenant to Empower Children, Inc.

I was in a Potlatch CoHousing Cafe
just the other repair-invested day
for both ego and eco therapy.

Our host introduced
this Potlatch SkillShare event
speaking to himself:

The less I share skills and resources
on cooperative...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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Twas on the eve of Christmas and St Nick was feeling glum
because his leading reindeer had some problems with his tum.
With Dasher feeling poorly, Santa wondered what to do,
he needed to leave Toyland soon, but...

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Excitedly we travelled to the fair.
   As fragrant scents of flowers filled the air.
   Dawns gift of light showing sights enthralling.
   Dewdrops mirror, broken pearlstrings falling.
   Sunshine...

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I remember, I remember my garden of joy,                           ...

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There’s an old village green where a marquee was seen
I don’t do ‘Bah humbug’, don’t want to be mean
A little fake snow ain’t a Christmassy scene
But the reindeer and Santa Claus might well have been

But...

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A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake
				
1.
In the Mug of the Fewa Lake
Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky
With the fluttering of the Fishtail
My eyes sparkle with 
The taste of organic coffee
That chills...

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As I looked out of my window across the village green,
Who could ever imagine the sight that was to be seen?
The circus came to town today, filled with love and pride,
All the children ran to...

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It's in big letters
And I can't see beyond the sign
They talk about messages
Well that one is emblazoned on my eyelids
Walk forward, stop
The end of the line is right where you started

Poverty is funny because you...

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I remember, I remember my garden of joy,
It gave me great happiness when I was a boy
At the bottom of the garden was a delightful stream,
When alone, I would sit beside it, meditate and dream.
In...

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Factions are girding their loins for war during this Season of Peace,
In what has become a clamorous and annual national bickering piece!
Do we say "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" to those we meet?
Or do we...

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The kindly old lamplighter ambled about the village green,
Lighting lamps to add a glow to that Norman Rockwell scene!
Sitting on a bench in the shadows to reminisce for awhile,
He recalled many by-gone scenes that evoked...

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When you are under a full moon,
In the high midnight noon, 
before the vastness of a village green field, 
The air is still, a sudden chill, 
and then you began to feel 
“the silence”, all...

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They say that I'm prolific
Whatever does that mean?
It makes me sound like a rabbit
Bob-bobbing in a pretty scene.

It makes me feel terrific
And not an old has-been,
When I find a word I grab it
Towards rhyming I...

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Hillary Has Patience

Many thoughts he had held at the helm
What if he now were king of the realm
And a truly amazing castle fit right in
After having dream over and over again.

In his dream was depicted...

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Is it just me

Or do you as well

Watch the commercials on T.V

And wonder exactly what on earth
it is they are actually trying to sell

Or are you like me somehow think
we have slipped into some kind...

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peace and quiet tha's all i desire,a village green without a town crier
a tranquil spot a silent idyll,more chance of finding caviar at your local lidl
i get through my door and hope the noise will...

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Rain Is For Others 

The village green 
And its linen fellows

Bask in summer's
Dappled yellows, 

Bowling leather 
Onto linseed willows

Beneath the fluffy 
Cotton pillows. 

Children playing
Shooting peas, 

Stinging faces 
And grazing knees, 

Gran and grandad 
Sip...

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Moon Light Enjoys Being Bright

In my life, many moons I have seen
Shining in the sky on a village green
While over the ocean moon does glow
Even on animals who sleep and grow.

High above trees, moon will...

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Grew up in the sixties
on Long Island, N.Y.,
where we had sidewalks,
and where you could walk,
to local stores, schools, or doctors,
or just your neighbor for a talk…
Summers went swimming,
at the Village Green Pool,
afterwards bought a Mr....

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Gondola Found Floating on a Village Green

Before play was performed had a rehearsal
With artists who did have a wide dispersal
Of talent that in show was highly required
So each of them had to be quickly hired.

Scenery...

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What is this life if other folk,
dictate where we can drink or smoke.
No ashtrays now in bars are seen,
nor happy drunks on village green.
The 'health police' now make all the rules,
they treat the rest of...

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OWSZAT

The match was slow and boring
The runs were far between,
And an air of dreamy somnolence
Hung o’er the village green.
Then out from the pavilion
A handsome figure ran.
The crowd sat up, paid notice,
A loud applause began.
The stranger...

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