Owen Poems - Poems about Owen

In Memoriam: Owen the Pheasant Lost at an auction in Vermont betwixt a first edition Anna Karenina and a bitter divorcée named Ruth. There once was a pheasant named Owen, whose plumage was splendid and showin’. but a flatlander brute, with a camo jumpsuit, won him cheap—next to Tolstoy—unknowin’. ...

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Wilfred Owem 'FUTILITY'         \/,\/\\/       \_/,\|/,\|/_\/,_\     _\ ,/_\|/\|/_,\      /, \_\||\|/ ,_\,/       \_,\|/,|\|/_/            |          |           |          ...

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Poet Wilfred Owen won an MC dying in France to make it free Creator of 'near-rhyme' helping verse in English 'chime'...

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George Emslie Owen a WWIi artist back then A Scot from Stirlingshire his brush was there for hire...

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Poems about Poets Elemental by Michael R. Burch for and after Dylan Thomas The poet delves earth’s detritus—hard toil— for raw-edged nouns, barbed verbs, vowels’ lush bouquet; each syllable his pen excretes—dense soil, dark images impacted, rooted clay. The poet sees the sea but feels its meaning— the teeming brine, the mirrored oval flame that leashes and excites its turgid surface ... then squanders years imagining...

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Dulce et decorum est, or total hell on Earths past oh world of many worlds, how long will this one last, Wild with all regrets, though needs dictate spells of incantations, realisation of my fate, The young soldier with a date to respect Six o'clock at princes street his body ready to dissect, I saw his round mouth's crimson as I felt my last life's breath, As your soul...

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To sing an anthem for doomed youth. Why did I believe the clergy's untruth and the politicians who I voted for in a polling booth. and know i will pay the price in karma's toll booth. Governments don't worry with arms and the boy. or the death of a man who just years before was a school boy. Oh...

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Owen is Welsh as he comes from Rhuddian, Lives there but trains in Stoke Mandeville, In Buckinghamshire, the Aylesbury stadium: He was born on 30 November 1975, will. In December 2012 after the Paras, London, He went to a ParalympicsGB Sports Fest, Where he discovered that his fiery ambition, Was shooting, so joined a club in a...

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The colour of my party's flag that flutters in the wind. The colour of my cheeks,listening to Owen on the radio. And to see Owen on the tele, like a red rag to a bull. What we need is Corbyn, oh what a red letter day ! We would lay out the red carpet make it a red letter...

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He's gone. Death has stolen him Where has he been hidden? I search and search But cannot find him It won't be the same without him! What have you done, death? You've taken the wrong person! Take me instead, and spare him For everyone needs him more than me Pry his drumsticks from my dead hands And give them to him For he needs to live on To...

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Maybe some fifty years back, give or take nine or ten In a one horse town, Owen was the burro For many a year he rode with the wild bunch, that he did Never could get enough whiskey wisdom for old Owen Even got some schoolin in Old Mexico Most said that he had been doing it since he was...

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Dear Owen, It's been a long time, I know, and I wanted to ask what you're up to, to see how you're doing, to see if you're going on with your life like the rest of us, I wanted to ask about your sister, too, is she happy and well? I trust the rebuilding will come along soon, I hope, and your house...

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