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Black Country Communion

Honesty is our soul
Our work is coking coal
Midst coarse iron foundries
And steel mill boundaries
We live, love, and labor
Sing, dance, and play tabor...!

Though coal dust pollution,
Finds little dilution
We in England's Midlands
Sleep and wake on coal sands
Bobowler, snout, and shark
Are our chatting hallmark

We've no wealth, but good hearts
We excel in fine arts
Ta-ra-a bit we say
To 'see you later...' day
Though life is hard on us
We live it without fuss...!


28 June 2023
Black Country Communion Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori

Ode To Kente

Colored checkered patterns
Dashing vibrant colors
Hand woven cloth strips
Dazzling geometric shapes.

Characterized weft designs
Vivid eye appealing texture
Ghana’s national cloth
Royals favorite outfit.

From coast of western Africa
An indigenous local brand
Handed from Ages to Ages
Maiden style left intact.

Renowned across borders
for its alluring tapestry marvels
Its cherished history staggers
Our obroni folks adore it.

Oh yes Africans just love it.
So get a piece of kente that befit
with its uniquely native patterns
And lets celebrate and project.

This is our heritage our culture our tradition.
This is Ghana’s premium kente
The Golden cloth from the midlands.

Suzanne

We sleep in the same bed
but we were apart
was it  the age difference
or that you lived in Beckenham
you told me of your addictions
tobacco and wine
You seemingly  had no friends
just access to your Dads Midlands Account

I was in the long line
of your suitors
your father said
who is this new fellow?
I needed survival,
why share n your lost dreams?,
skirting between London
and a London bed sit
you must have been lonely
why take my hand ?
to lead me in your one and only
bad land. 
You increased my gloom
I had to partir
you made some wounding repartee

Let There Be Limericks: Two For Halloween 2022

Dinner Date or Date for Dinner?
When the harvest moon is full and bright,
And the wolf bane blooms on an autumn night,
If the guy whose kiss used to make you swoon
Starts to lick his lips and howl at the moon,
You'd best decline if he asks you out for a bite.

A Midlands Urban Legend
A village somewhere in the Midlands
Was harassed by a bodiless dead man,
But sans charger or steed,
How could they, indeed,
Be afraid of a lone horseless headman?

This Is Who I Am

This Is Who I Am
My first name is Belle, that’s a sobriquet *
My feelings are being anon is best.

Empathetic, helpful, Inquisitive 
Keen on humour, poetry and music.

From a band of sisters, there's five in all
Imagine bedlam when we were all small.

Love my family, neighbours and my friends
And know I will do to the very end.

Pet hates are cruelty, terrors of war
People being homeless, hungry and poor.

Have fear of losing my precious eyesight
Unable to see, to read or to write.

I'd like to see the world share perfect peace 
That no one went without something to eat.

I wish every child who arrives on earth
Love, joy, happiness and only kind words.

I live in England, in the West Midlands 
My last name’s Bellevue on PoetrySoup.*

13th July 2021

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This is who I am Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins

* Belle Bellevue is my user name on PoetrySoup only. *

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Autumn Light In Derbyshire

Dark skies lurked to press upon 'em
To Autumn they succumbed
Trying to change was superfluous
By twilight, the hills were overcome

Fingertips of trees reached upward
Hoping to prick the clouds
Windy spirits then flew upward
It was heartfelt and profound

A kindhearted spirit disappeared
Beckoning the leaves to glow
They could not refuse adherence
When down came the shadow

Rain embraced green hills abruptly
Drizzling its dainty fingers
Across grasslands prematurely
Where puddles would linger

Dancing like the deities
Of pagans long ago
Nature shared its transiency 
And shone itself aglow

Autumn carried its winds above
Not knowing what to think
About nature's labour of love
To which humans are linked

The night solemnly awaited
Dusk's passage to morning
The course of time was fated
For Derbyshire's adornment

Animated eastern midlands
And the good people there
Enchantment set them free
Whilst Autumn filled the air 

With colourful leaves everywhere
The Autumn brings them joy
Loving hearts are found in the square
Bright new daylight galore!

Mabely Rides To Town To Find a Man

Near the shire long about the twisting bend
Mabely holds her skinny frame inside, in tight 
On higher ground above the United Kingdom
The mare moves slower, almost to a stop
To a whisper in the dark so solemn to behold

Its passenger is light and prays there is no fall
Stepping in mud becomes precarious as they go
A hidden stone could be a minefield dire
Cliffs are steep, nowhere to be now at this late hour

The young girl is not so pretty in physique         
But her eyes are killer keen, warm and kind
Her village is far from reality as they go down
Winding towards the town, which is nearer now
 
Rural midlands hold their charm in styled grace
Shrubbery takes shape, greener than need be
Rooted in history, beauty has no better place to be 

The horse knows how to find a safer path
Sometimes a carrot helps the situation
Mabely knows how to find a wealthy man
A kiss clears the path to least resistance 

All roads are paved in gold so hold on tight
Beguiling eyes rise to the occasion of a smile
Her final destination, to catch another man
Then plant him in her garden with the others

Of Sleep's Defeat

It came in the night, a crescent smile 
Slit across the midlands of its face, 
The foe of a thousand nights to once again battle
A mind unsettled and heaving, drifting 
Towards the edges of sleep; with the flick of an eye, 
Sleep was gone, no more to return,
I thought to myself in hushed, tick-tock tones, 
Speaking in tongues from a distant land 
I once encountered in a faraway world, 
Sweat soaking the sheets, dry beads of fear 
Streaking my cheeks, or were they tears, 
In the dark air gasping for peace, 
As the moon-shaped face of the night congealed 
And cast a pall on the unborn day,
The sun slowly rose to bleed the night of darkness,
Driving back the nocturnal beast to its lair,
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind,
Where sleep lies lifeless at the feet of this monster,
Till night returns reposing to do battle once more.

Phil Pratt

Phil is a Welshman from Cardiff, basketball,
Who plays for the club the Sheffield Steelers,
On the 2nd February 1994 he was born tall,
And wears vest 11 for TeamGB, has feelers.

His classification is 3.0, he’s experienced,
‘Cos he was a junior before being a senior, 
He first played as a senior very balanced, 
2012, Standard Life Continental Clash leer. 

In 2015 TeamGB won the European gold, 
In Worcester in England’s West Midlands, 
So in Rio in 2016 the basketball team bold, 
Beat Turkey to win bronze, third strands,

Liam Irons

Liam is a qualified green keeper at a golf club, 
Attended Mill Vale Middle and Queensbury Upper, 
He’s from Dunstable and gained a degree, hub, 
From Dunstable College in Business clever. 

Born on the 17th day of December in year 1990,
He plays for 61FC in the South Midlands league, 
And also plays for Saints FC on Sundays, frisky, 
But was spotted playing on a Saturday, intrigue. 

His Paralympic debut was in Rio, they placed fifth,
He just loves the game: “…I definitely think [that] 
I would love to get into coaching when I can’t, [sith] 
play anymore…[because] it's life changing.”  Rap.

Emma Wiggs

Emma contracted a virus in Australia, 
When she was on a gap year, aged 18, 
Which paralysed her legs. Her future
Job was unchanged: a PE teacher mean. 

She took up the sport sitting volleyball,
Which she played at London’s Games, 
But after that needed more, to give all, 
So she began canoeing with high aims.

She’s from Derbyshire, the East Midlands, 
And was born on the 14th of June in 1980;
In 2014 at the ICF Worlds, Moscow’s lands,
She won the gold for the 200 metre sprays.

At those same Championships she also won,
The K1 200m TA event taking home the gold,
And 2016, the Worlds in Milan, again she won
Gold, and then in Germany, another gold hold.

Facebook

Facebook, my wall, not at all
Mini Digger hire £75, same day delivery in the Midlands
Join couples dating agency, meet new friends
Buy Horny Goat Weed to spice up your love life and avoid erectile disfunction
Which affects two out of four men, which is half of all
Facebook, my wall, not at all

Ah, a red light, I have a message, maybe from a friend
Mini digger hire, £75, same day delivery in the Midlands

The Pub With a Fishy Name

There is a pub in the Midlands
Which goes by a fishy name.
Be careful what you say in there.
Or you won't be let in again.

It won't be swearing that'll get you barred
Or the starting of a fight
But suggestions to improve the beer.
Or compliments when it's right.

So when next in Leicester
Try a friendly pub instead
The place many recommend
Is the good old Kings Head.

Trenchant Wench From the Unromantic Midlands

TRENCHANT WENCH FROM THE UNROMANTIC MIDLANDS


In the pub, I serve out the pints
My comely bosom gives a hint of home
And what men are escaping from – dreary sex
With housewives who scour the sink with vigour

Trim the joint and lard the fowl
Gristles of fat clinging to their knuckles
As the froth of beer clings to men’s beards.
England is a riff between the breakfast table and tea

Where homely condiments drown the flavour
Of each day, and newspapers live on scandal
The seamier the better.  It makes the ordinary man
Happier than ever not to be one of the toffs

Glad that she can be had for a song
Save the one that lies buried in her throat.

Rutland Water

The water, sandy shore, lush hills, swaying trees, the smart lakeside houses and 

boated fishermen in the breeze from the Spit of the largest reservoir in England's 

smallest county completed our beautiful Spring day in the Midlands.

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