Short Albion Poems

We behold thy gardens fair.
Say, to what do they compare?
And yet thy airs of fire and fume
have filled the world with noise of doom.
The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw,
or Satan's realm by Milton's lore?
Jerusalem or Babylon,
Say, which art thou, Albion?...

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when Merlin 
knelte to Æthelstan
he bid'th wealthe
acrosse the lande
an' lo thy King
giveth his hande
presidin' o'er all Albion

from Alfred
in whose shadowe ran
emerg'd the court
of Æthelstan 
an' on to rule
the state-ly man
for all the souls of Albion...

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We behold thy gardens fair.
Say, to what do these compare?
And yet thy airs of fire and fume
have filled the earth with noise of doom.
The sceptered isle that Shakespeare saw,
or the Satanic mills of Blakean lore?
Jerusalem or Babylon,
Pray, which art thou, Albion?...

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With bitter tears in my eyes and a loving sweet kiss

              Dear Albion I say goodbye, Thy presence I will miss!*









(c) Demetrios Trifiatis
        24 June 2016



* Final results: 51.9 % to leave European Union, 48.1% to stay.
The peoples of Great Britain have spoken. Good luck!...

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My spiritual umber a-rose
Full in bloom, as in an erupt!
There was the a sweet scent of flora
Too… the frisk, of spring feeling fauna”
I viewed through that verdant screen
From my bough brushed tranquil dene
As all on the Easter time 
golden daffodils silent bell  ringing did,
in innocent pantomime."

© Joe Maverick 3/3/2013...

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Pink squid woman hopped out of her ship.
She swam the ocean, then headed toward shore.
Albino woman asked, “how was your trip?”
They counted their seashells; there were thirty-four.

Pink squid woman thanked Albino woman for the good time.
Her friend gave her a hug and seashells numbering nine.
Hope to see you again in the next century, she said.
But alas, by then both of these creatures were dead....

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