Short Cornwall Poems

There’s something
‘Bout strawberries
That I 
Really like,
So I likes
To pick one 
And then take
A big bite …...

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the room is all aglow
feel the warmth from the fireplace
sitting upon the mantle
a vase, Cornwall blue in color
within it, seemingly translucent
a bouquet of neon daisies...

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They dug a pit in the clay
To mark the Millienium day,
Creating five large biomes
To house earth's plants in global homes
A new Eden,living in glass domes.

Tribute to the unique Eden Project,Cornwall,England...

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The limp an the sadness, poetry n madness,
the horror of war and the gimp,
Aussie first war guys walked,
 walked n side stepped the cries,
a bagman a swaggie, 
camped down on the creek, 
where solitude lies, 
as i speak...

thank you Patrick  Cornwall.....

Don...

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I think of my Cornish identity,
As on a cliff-top bench I sit,
And realise that Cornwall is a part of me
And I am a part of it,
I won’t be taken out of Cornwall
And you can’t take Cornwall out of me,
Though I gaze at far off horizons,
I know Cornwall is where I will stay
And is where I am meant to be....

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I think of my Cornish identity,
As on a cliff-top bench I sit,
And realise that Cornwall is a part of me
And I am a part of it,
I won’t be taken out of Cornwall
And you can’t take Cornwall out of me,
And though I gaze at far off horizons,
I know Cornwall is where I will stay
And is where I am meant to be....

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Now, Cornish tradesmen do a proper job,
But they might not do it straight away,
For if they say they’ll do it ‘dreckly’,
There might be a slight delay …!

NB:  Although the ... English ‘directly’ 
       and the ………... Cornish ‘dreckly’ 
       sound very similar, they are poles
       apart in terms of meaning!...

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	^Rick Parise
Contest Name	5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme

A silent voice not often heard,
me tongue gets tied in search of a word, 
I wasn't here back on the third, 
some shiela hugged me thoughts are blurred, 
but the funerals friday... 
confusion reigns mate...Don

no i aint dying...

thanks Patrick Cornwall...

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Mum's gone now
and Dad's all alone,
rattling about in the family home.
Can't get in touch with the silly old bugger,
my sis is worried,
I'd love to hug her
but she's in Cornwall
and I'm in Wiltshire.
A fair few miles
just to see her.
My Bro is also not so near
but in my heart, 
I hold so dear.
I hope that Dad's
not had a fall!
I'd better check
I'll make that call....

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Do you feel like a trapped spider
In an upturned glass?
Do these feelings come and go,
Do you think that they might pass?
Have your insecurities and doubts
Expanded into fears?
Have these anxieties deepened
And increased in recent years?

Well …
You need much more self-belief,
Your courage you must amass,
For the cure is in your own hands,
Only you can break the glass …...

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I await with bated breath to stand on the shores
The land where my mother's last name bores
To watch a blade of grass that he may have sowed
Or watch the waves crest on the among the crowd
To visit the place that he docked 
That long voyage to start where he rocked 
Distant clouds the ones I see 
They may have been the same ones that set him free
I'll never meet the man that started it all 
But I'll feel his presence all around home in Cornwall...

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Cornwall is my homeland
And it will always be,
A large part of it surrounded,
Surrounded by the sea.

Cornwall is my homeland,
It’s where my roots are deep,
And this connection with my forbears,
I feel a strong desire to keep.

Cornwall is my homeland,
Of me it is a part,
For it resides within my soul
And is branded in my heart.

Cornwall is my homeland,
It’s where I will always stay,
And when my days are over,
It’s where I will surely lay....

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Inspired by walking on Watergate Bay  in North Cornwall, England



Admission fees:  Seniors free – Adults free – Family Pass free

	My beautiful Atlantic muse
	of deepest, turquoise blue,
	roaring forth your issue
	newly crowned with champagne hue

	The sea’s explosive theatre
	devoid of human hand,
	such a beautiful creation
	of faceted golden sand

	Closed eyes and salty lips
	quenched in the sun’s embrace,
	no need for riches here
	in Mother Nature’s grace...

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