Newel Poems - Poems about Newel

...Myrtle Parker Myrtle Parker lived on the Riviera, That’s the English one not the French. Her favourite tipple is Red Currant Cider, Only beverage her thirst would quench. Never did she marry......Read the rest...

...While flying through a cloudy sky, a blank and thoughtless glance Exposed to me this big old house, so brief, and quite by chance. I’d seen enough to know that it was large, and very grand, A pl......Read the rest...

...The barrister had always been a liberal thinker An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker In the court-room she never took of her guard But in real life she had become a nude poet and ......Read the rest...

...Soft and white the landscape, Spreading farther than I can see, Skipping over rolling hills, Turning ar......Read the rest...

.... . . a fancy, a chimera in my brain, troubles me in my prayer . . . — John Donne — Standing at the top of the stairs, a shimmering— an image so light and ethereal that she do......Read the rest...

...Visions comes and Visions goes Deep within my soul lies the reflections of an aging soul A distance murmured cry was heard From the echoes of a songless wind Singing of a song long forgotten I......Read the rest...