Nord Poems - Poems about Nord

...Tweeting the Truth in Love By Mark D. Stucky We should be “speaking the truth in love,”* posted Paul in Ephesians 4:15, to speak and act out truth while filled with sel......Read the rest...

...Chantons tous avec le coeur La Croix de Malte est ma bannière Vous avez un nom du héros portugais Vasco da Gama, votre renommée a été faite Votre immense foule est très heureuse Nord-sud, nord-......Read the rest...

...The lady in red Ah, Cristiane, so tall an elegant you are Your dress richly red cost more than a pensioner’s yearly pay Perfect your make-up; did you need help? Ah, Cristine, you are so stern......Read the rest...

...The human troll He was the tallest man I have ever seen, bigger than the rest he had one big eye, a lantern, seeing wide and a smaller eye seeing inwards; he retired as an airline pilot at 75. ......Read the rest...

...The end of a friendship I sat in the kitchen of the flat mother had left me, trying to write a poem, when heard my former friend coming up the stairs, I had locked the kitchen door didn´t wan......Read the rest...

...Lilly, yeah, in winter the yards know snow, As I know ice melts, yet can be re-stored. Say fine-line feline, ya don't wanna go. How many built-up banks must I yet fjord? It's not just your voice ......Read the rest...

...Autumn Leaves/Les feuilles mortes de Jacques PREVERT (1900-77) Translated by T. Wignesan (Note: As far as I can make out, this poem is at the heart of all versions of « The Autumn Leaves " -......Read the rest...

...Always envious of gifted individuals with neat hand printing/writing Gnome hatter heroic measures taken moost ludicrously asinine, nonetheless hoop fully me legendary penta meat herd bovine des......Read the rest...

... Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 1 by T. Wignesan For Barry MacSweeney (GENERA editions by Colin Simms, issue 13 - Kent Winter......Read the rest...

...Dopo lunghe vicende della vita Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano Con un telecomando fra le dita. When my life struggles were to their end I found myself sitting on a sofa Holding a tv contr......Read the rest...

...Old Mayor Morrison was so hep And was filled with so much pep He knew where the cars should run That was DeLesseps Morrison He swept the city clean Do you know what I mean? Building playgroun......Read the rest...

...When I sit alone in my ice block And I sing by hunger or cold I think,it’s paintfull the process, That without you I’m melting Buckets of hot blood are licking Thoughts as birds fly to you… I’m......Read the rest...