Peaty Poems - Poems about Peaty

...From Maurus' shore, a tide arose, not of ocean, but of faith, and shadowed Iberia's sun-kissed coast. Moor, a word that held a continent, a tapestry of Berber, Arab, threaded with the blacknes......

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...Focus in, on the leaves Changing colour, changing texture The way they dance in the breeze A changing daily show Focus in, on the sound Nut focussed tales from hurrying squirrels The crunchi......

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...Make your way through the parlous fog and place your trust in God, As heather, moss and bracken fern embrace the peaty sod. Take the fork at the Roman road that seems the wilder choice, Then wand......

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... There is a season for sadness rain darkens and dampens the mood. Darkness hushes gladness ~ There is a season for new birth rain feeds thirsty gardens flowers spring up from peaty ear......

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...Tap tap boom… sheep scattered like shrapnel Brian Dunn’s instant memorial smoke rose from his peaty wet death hole, roots lumps of peat and ling fell like black roses over his body and the blood......

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... Like so many times when us youngsters reigned We got up to so much that we forgot to refrain Instances, confrontations, non immaculate we be C'mon, c'mon, come at us you'll soon see T......

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...When It Rains When it rains The ghost comes out and smells the water When it rains The tree goes small and the baby cries harder When it rains The mountain is silent and bear......

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...Shuffling wreck, legacy of a life well spent; Knees creaking, clicking articulations, a Spine complaining, shoulder crunching. Legs spindly toothpicks beneath a pregnant olive, A-cups sagging. L......

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...The Strid Get rid of the Strid with its seething torrent trapped amid the caves In downward spiral coursing through a web of underwater stone Oh that the river would have carved a safer way away......

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...A misty Scottish gale blows fierce From the grey that clouds the hills I step onto her western way Desolate, damp and chilled Her grasses grow brown and lavender Stretching as far as I can see......

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...Good poetry is like an Old Master Crafted with expert skill imbued with soul No abstracted throwaway disaster Or a bland undistinguished casserole Of poor ingredients cooked up faster An......

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...Atop old Penistone From bumpy stony track to peak the summit No ledges, drops from which to plummet A quarried mound that boasts sweet heather Loyal and strong despite the weather The clim......

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...Fingers of light pierced the clouds caressing the moors with life giving warmth, purples, browns and greens of heathers mingled, blended, in a union of beauty. Yellow of gorse splashed in the sult......

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...The Swimming Hole A burbling tuneful peaty burn Like amber whisky flowing clear Where darting minnows twist and turn Is soothing music to my ear. Between the banks of rushes green Below t......

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