Long Yorkshire Poems
Long Yorkshire Poems. Below are the most popular long Yorkshire by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Yorkshire poems by poem length and keyword.
Jo was born in Yorkshire, England,
In 1979, but moved up to Glasgow,
And in 2011 saw a spinal tumor take,
So embraced fully the Spinal Games.
Thrown into wheelchair rugby brutal,
She became the Crushers vice-captain,
And began in 2014 a career as a F51,
Throwing the discus and club objects.
She did well and set a ER of 17.68m,
Then in Perth got PBs of 9.79 & 19.50,
Where she took home the gold medal,
In both of these rugged muscle events.
In 2015 busy Dubai beckoned, Fazaa,
She did the F32, the F33, and the F51.
She won the discus with a 8.87m throw,
To set a new ER, striving further on.
And she also won the club, totally cool,
With 19.69m to take her home the gold.
Olympic Park in London made 21.5m,
Where she saw her competitor’s backs.
Indeed, at the Worlds in Doha, Qatar,
Jo went on to throw 21.4m, a CR made,
Which relegated her rival into second,
So she’ll be at Rio for both the events.
A shop is just a shop
No matter the street it’s down
A streer is just a street
No matter where its town
Not the sort of place
I would choose for relaxation
I always regarded London as
Just a large railway station
The sort of place to which
I would reluctantly go
To assist me on my journeys
Catching trains to and fro
Give me a country lane with
Woods and fields to roam
Yes thats the type of place
I can happily call home.
Wandering through the woods
Listening to the trees
And soft birdsong drifting
On a warm pleasant breeze.
Yes London was a railway station
And no matter how hard I tried
It was just a means of getting me
Back to my Yorkshire countryside
UFOs have been sighted in Yorkshire,
a global hotspot it appears,
witnesses, mostly sober
to the moors and up over
have regularly seen them for years.
They all give them various descriptions,
some were captured on video tapes,
as they hovered and zoomed, no jet sound
or smoke plume,
and they come in a variety of shapes.
Several saw an enormous black cylinder
it slowly climbed up, then moved faster,
through the clouds it went scudding
like a giant black pudding
could it be Bolton has it's own NASA?
One arrived with three coloured lights, flashing,
seems like ET had finally phoned home,
as it buzzed the landscape
a triangular shape, maybe from the planet Toblerone.
Whatever these visual conundra,
their existence must convey some meaning,
I've seen them, a lot
mine are little black dots
and they tell me my glasses need cleaning.
Ity had become odvious that her lack of attention of my concerns might have meant she was losing interest in me
She had aligned herself with sevral known cockblockers in my family. That had considerable clout in the church and could use it to make trouble for the men they targeted. We tried to find the terms to decribe there doing but we found none and was lead to beleive what they were doing was right in the eyes of God.
Compromising and supportive actions were needed to foster and nuturish the togetherness needed to create an established Love affair. "those women thought that being trashy could give them the postion of being learned and wise.Those who beleived such saw them as the sages of the community or the "salt" the true grit of the world. When these people could get there words in the proper perspective they could see those tommorrows with the concern of what they believed.
Wriiten by Rubato Ad Libitum
of Kity Insic Company LLC.
Harbor Shore Medium Music Media Co.
Stories by "True-Dat" Senza Misura
Stock and Fallow Touring Music Co.
"Fallowers Of Super-Excellent" Music Co
Yorkshire Music New York,
and Ontario.
Curtis Canada Music Group
Shore Bouis and Reed Co.
Wood Winez and Flutez
Moshe staged Communications Inc.
Konnso and Disso Nance
who are married. They think
they are wise from being married
and often give advice to
unmarried people.
It has cause the marriage
rate in there church
to stay low due to the way
they had achieved
there togetherness.
It lacks concerns for the needs of
those involved and
gives way to the destruction
of established relationships.
Creating new conflicts
and unbarable situations.
They refuse to speak in public
what they have said in private.
Causing others to beleive
they are undermining
the achievements of
people wishing to marry
by advicing them against whom
they had choosen to
be there lovers.
To stop the myth going around that Santa is a Scotsman, a huge hit on the radio here. So fo those that believe this is the truth.
Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody knows that
You just say he is Scottish, cos he’s round and fat.
Well Yorkshire men can be the same they are not all dud
All year on the beer and whisky
Washed down with Yorkshire pud.
Santa is a Yorkshire man everybody here knows that
You say your Scottish Santa’s Glow warm, red and fat.
Well Yorkshire Santa’s have glowing bits, but they keep them out of sight
Except on Christmas Eve when their pants have got too tight.
Santa is a Yorkshire man so stop making such a fuss
A Santa who know what’s what, so you can call on us
If your chimney is too tight, Yorkshire Santa will let you know
He’ll leave your present’s elsewhere, and you will have to go.
To collect you gifts is your own fault if your chimney is too small
Don’t expect him to get up there, he doesn’t want to fall.
A spade is a spade wherever you go Santa will tell you that
If you want to get your presents early, try Ilkley moor bar tat.
They meet there on Christmas Eve to swop gifts and stories too
That’s why they all have glowing bits, I bet you would have too.
He doesn’t have time to mess about, you people should know that
Santa is a Yorkshire man, there’s no more to say that’s that.
Everything that I have read have observed heard said has been about the bowlers instead
Critics and pundits quick to quip that the favoured fillip of Test cricket's taking all 20 wickets
But I reckon as this crackerjack Ashes finally beckons the middle order's the butter & bread
Can the Yorkshire pair Boycott's flair heirs utter with lacy grace and no airs be the comperes
Can't stutter Joe & Harry nations expectations carry as each ace parry harry fill OZ with dread
Underhand sand gate riff of great Smith having a tiff hallowed or biff.. fallowed Archer arrowed
Let's not forget the raring hubris of madhatter Travis Head daring to go where angels fear to tread
Glaring pelter filter out of kilter as we swelter in this flaring helter skelter belter of an Ashes smelter
Will we be an abroad marauder.. a run hoarder.. adored history recorder who gets the street cred
Experts applaud flatters bowlers as what matters dreams shatters in tatters without the batters dead
Repeat & rinsed I'm convinced it's all about the riddle of elite red ball middle order princes
Fab four encore who does score more on this tour..Rooty...Piggy.. Brooky or Taches win Ashes Head
Rainfall from the heavens
Flashing lights on the horizon
Tapping drops from the skies on frilly rooftops
Whooshing splashes on leafy greens
Pit-a-pat...pit-a-pat...!, rhythmic sounds on rusty metals.
Grey sky with thin silver linings
Stretching abreast its surface with thundering blasts
Wavery but gentle on the earth
Deep letterings on sandy soils
Drenching flows on tree trunks.
Soothing and surreal, the chills feel
On such beautiful downpours at dusk in a little cottage in Meltham
Wrapped in thick clothings
Warmed by the idyllic glow from the fireplace
And sip after sip from my lofty cup, that stays
The zesty taste of my Yorkshire tea.
Let’s get this straight, they are not green, they’re just like us instead,
So, let me introduce you to, the Alien called Fred.
He’s from the planet Zod, a trillion miles away
And when he passed the planet Earth, he didn’t plan to stay.
He simply needed some supplies, to see his journey through,
So, he planted his big alien craft on some land just near a zoo.
His technology located, the nearest place with life,
A little place called Helmsley, where the Yorkshire accents rife.
The alien could read minds, so the lingo he could copy,
But had to ditch his alien suit, for that would just be sloppy.
He first encountered PC Plod, with a mind of Yorkshire thrift,
The alien just laughed and said, ‘need grub lad, get me drift?’
‘I’d recommend the cafe at end of t’high street, see,
If you merely mention my good name, you’ll get a scone for free.’
He soon settled here in Helmsley, but his name would see him dead.
He couldn't use Yosolat so he chose to be called Fred.
No one would ever fathom, Fred was never of this Planet,
As he runs the local hardware store, beside his wife called Janet.
I dare not even consider, without thinking ‘oh my god,’
Of the Helmsley migration, from the distant planet Zod.
So, if you’re daughter’s marrying, a Helmsley bloke called Fred,
Just have a quiet word and say, ‘pick someone else instead!’
**PC Plod is slang for policeman.
Late afternoon sunshine streaming
Through the swaying green net
Of this years growth of hedge
I’ve not got round to cutting yet.
Got to get my finger out
Because I know it’s best
To get it done and dusted
Before the birds start to nest.
The grass has had its first trim
It’s looking lush and green
The garden’s starting to look
The best that it’s ever been.
Last year I sunk a small pond
At the sheltered edge of the lawn
With a bit of luck this year
We’ll have plenty of frog spawn.
There’s a Dove in the tree
And it’s gently cooing away
I can hear voices of children
Squabbling as they play.
Hard frost this morning
An almost magical sight
Seeing the grass covered
With a coat of gleaming white.
This is semi rural Yorkshire
As afternoon slips into night
On an early spring day when
Everything has been just right.
You can wander the world
Always searching for more
I’ll stay and enjoy the beauty
Found outside my back door.
The Withernwick Ramblers Skiffle Group
Not exactly an enterprising name
But we did however have
One unique claim to fame.
We accompanied Audrey Hepburn,
Famous Film Star, yes that’s the one
That elfin faced great actress
Now so very sadly gone,
The Six Five SpeciaL National Skiffle Contest
The only one there’s ever been
Heats at the Star Cinema Hornsea and
We were behind the Silver Screen
The film was War and Peace
Saturday afternoon Matinee showing
And our last rehearsal
Before the heats got going.
So, we accompanied Audrey Hepburn
But I don’t suppose she ever knew
About those four Yorkshire lads
Murdering Worried Man Blues
We came fifth out of four
But that was outdone by by far
By the fact that we’d in theory
Accompanied a Hollywood Star.