Short
England
poem by
edward johnson| Details
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What happens to
racist
when they
die
They go to
Hell
Copyright © edward johnson | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
Smail Poems| Details
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swishwhirling
sand burns on the skin but you
find relief nearby
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
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Short
England
poem by
Alex McKenna| Details
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Finally sixteen!
Can't wait until the summer,
London fun begins!
Copyright © Alex McKenna | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Mary Steffen| Details
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summer rose goodbye
magic gone forever more
the queen of our hearts
Copyright © Mary Steffen | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
Brian Strand| Details
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Democratic referenda..
the fault line of the liberal limousined elite
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2016
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Short
England
poem by
Kim Merryman| Details
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Florence Nightingale,
from England did hail.
Nurse extraordinaire,
she revamped medical care.
8/20/15
Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Dan Cwiak| Details
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King Arthur wants to dance
But Lancelot brought his lance
The King could only prance
Copyright © Dan Cwiak | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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parakeet flashing
pigeon perch precarious
windy Acton trees
apocalyptic rumour
in the rumble of a train
by Gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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smells like teen spirit
the impulse and ammonia
lynx and mary jane
heated hormone heavy air
fogs the windows of the bus
by gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
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Short
England
poem by
kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr| Details
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you were in my mind
the whole time
hope i see you again
you are deep in
the plane in motion
there was tears of fears
OVER THE OCEAN
Copyright © kurtis scott aka curtis futch jr | Year Posted 2013
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Short
England
poem by
Thomas Martin| Details
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A Yankee lover for Leicester
unsure pronounced it Likester
sorry the agent did smirk
none for likester you jerk
but plenty if she's in Lester.
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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grey skies drop gruel
shoppers shelter in the shires
drinking weather, spoons
whatever, raining, trowbridge
pea soup puddled county town
by gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2016
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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Don’t come trick or treating down here
We spent all our money on beer
Don’t knock at our door
‘Cos we’re scary and poor
Lend us a tenner for gear
by Gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Nicole Rodriguez| Details
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Creeping slick as silk
Crimson foxes scour the night
Like screaming banshees.
Mom and pups scatter
Like fluffy roaches fleeing
When we peek outside.
Blub...
Copyright © Nicole Rodriguez | Year Posted 2014
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Short
England
poem by
Richard Breese| Details
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Imagine what a nasty joke
If Parliament went up in smoke.
Cause someone sneaked a bottle rocket
To light inside a watchman's pocket,
Shame Guy Fawkes you silly bloke.
Copyright © Richard Breese | Year Posted 2016
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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From something old
Comes something new
A different shade
More red than blue
From Old Labour
Borrowing
Good favour
And
A following
by Gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Ross Vassilev| Details
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The Brits are hell-bent on doing their Brexits.
Because they don't want to feed any more
tens of millions of East European deadbeats,
including seven million lazy Bulgarian gypsies!
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
arthur vaso| Details
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They say I am insane
Crazy
They wish to lock me up
Toss the keys in the river
I know I am being watched
They are all fools if they say not
I see the eyes watching me
Do not you?
Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Edward Johannes| Details
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English Countryside Carnage
There is a genteel place called Midsomer,
But living there can be a real bummer.
For the inhabitants wait in dread
That they be among the murdered dead.
Copyright © Edward Johannes | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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The votes of the folk of The Vize
Be all Tory, well there's a surprise
The hills are all blue
With a loud tally hoo
What's to do? I don't know but one tries
© Gail Foster 5th May 2017
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
Ross Vassilev| Details
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So, Parliament will decide Brexit's final fate....
Then, Sir, why hold a popular referendum, eh?
Isn't it crystal clear even without any debate
that Britain's so-called “democracy” is fake?!
Copyright © Ross Vassilev | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
Timothy Hicks| Details
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The British call it maths,
but the Americans ditch the s
causing much international scorn.
But for our sake, p'raps it'd be best
to keep subjects
only halfway grasped
in the singular form.
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2016
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Short
England
poem by
cheryl hoffman| Details
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Jester is a poet,
Joyfully reads in court,
Jokes good and bad he tells,
Jingles his hat with bell,
Jeers from his king he fears,
Job loss promotes clown tears,
Juggles balls king applauds!
3-4-17
Copyright © cheryl hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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Short
England
poem by
Gail Foster| Details
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Words from Wiltshire
Hard to define all
You say Mildenhall
And I say Minal
“Ere, whasson?”
We say in Wiltshire
“Ere, areet then?”
“Mine’s a 6Xy beer”
”Catch you laters...”
(Sorry, when?)
by Gail
Copyright © Gail Foster | Year Posted 2015
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Short
England
poem by
Andy Morfett| Details
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The
War was
won and life
was getting back
to normal once more.
To the convalescent
War hero in hospital
the sight and taste of a fresh ripe
banana was better medicine
than any pill he had been made to take.
Copyright © Andy Morfett | Year Posted 2017
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