Shaw Poems - Poems about Shaw

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By George (burn hing* hard), I Shaw tried to be a stinking playwright offers his unsolicited tidbits as scene courtesy the following virtually staged philosophical insight. Arch back like a professional ballet dancer to stand out from other pedestrian applicants seeking to fill my well-worn shoes that fit my little feet. Illuminate your soul via modest communication sans...

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Rumble of news now! Feint response anger' a showing? Birth death.. Some gap.?...

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By George (burning hard), I Shaw tried to playwright offers his unsolicited tidbits as scene courtesy the following virtually staged philosophical insight. Arch back like a professional ballet dancer to stand out from other pedestrian applicants seeking to fill my well-worn shoes that fit my little feet. Illuminate your soul via modest communication sans toe tilly tubular sole...

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[If you’re a glutton for punishment, you Can find ‘Mad Molly Shaw’ using the poems Tag at top of screen] **** Mad Molly Shaw wasn’t mad anymore But sometimes a name kinda lingers She entered the bar now wearing a star And warned about too itchy fingers These guns...

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This is the story of mad Molly Shaw She might be mad now but she wasn’t before she came home to find her man dead on the floor She lay down her bible and let out a roar She walked into town with her hair in a mess Fresh mud on her face and her pretty white dress She knew...

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George Bernard Shaw, A critic with a vein of comedy and language, quite raw; He wrote in a movable shack, he liked photography now and then, Ladies man, died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden....

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GEORGE BERNARD SHAW George Bernard Shaw, born in 1856, Wrote plays and novels, But for me the most Important was he wrote many a poem A quote of his “Write your sad times In Sand, write your good times in stone”. My poem ‘From Humble Beginnings’ Just the title mind you, is exactly from Where Mr Shaw heralded, Dublin Ireland, his fame was renown, no University...

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Stephen Hercules Shaw Much loved, much missed Born the same year as you. I rest on the bench your mother bought, your brother bought, your friends bought, to remember and slowly forget. The ducks half swim, half skate Over the half-frozen half-winter lake as I, half blind, half lame, half finished watch ripples climb...

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Wait until you meet Lucinda Shaw Curious how many said this to me. People reported her with a bit of awe, Forecasting maybe I would fully see. Depth of her soul which was unusually old. I did too. She was a curiosity, quite bold. This girl was quite an unkempt sight. In a few words I knew she was extremely bright. She gave...

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George Bernard Shaw, A critic with a vein for comedy and language quite raw; He wrote in a movable shack and liked photography now and then, A ladies man who died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden. ________________________________ September 28, 2019 (edit) Poetry/Clerihew/George Bernard Shaw Copyright Protected, ID 19-1184-501-02 All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym. Written for the FFI Blog...

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George Bernard Shaw, A critic with a vein of comedy and language, quite raw; He wrote in a movable shack, he liked photography now and then, Ladies man, died at 94, cremated and planted in his garden. ________________________________ May 27, 2015 Poetry/Clerihew/George Bernard Shaw Copyright Protected, ID 05-677-690-27 All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France Written for the Standard contest, Cleri-who?, sponsor, Kim Merryman,...

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Back foot Irishman Who remembers his tripe Major Barbara Androcles and the lion are we all asleep ! Just a man of his time like a five minute pop star friend of nancy boy Bosie Douglas bringing the poor main man Oscar Wilde down Better self love than grovelling in the dirt how can any real man or woman dislike Shakespeare a friend of Michael IRA Collins all there a collection of back foot Irishmen The Irish...

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Back foot Irishman who remembers his tripe Major Barbara n Androcles and the lion are we all asleep ! Just a man of his time like a five minute pop star friend of nancy boy Bosie Douglas bringing poor Oscar down Better self love than grovelling in the dirt how can any real man or woman dislike Shakespeare friend of Michael IRA...

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