Short Fawkes Poems
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LONDON 1605
It’s
Guy Fawkes
And the foiled
Gunpowder plot
We will remember
November Fifth
Bonfire night
Each year
Bang!
imagine a wanker joke
parliament gone up in smoke
brings in a rocket
hid deep in pocket
well guy fawkes you silly bloke.
The
bonfire's
flames crackle,
burning some wood.
The air's filled with smoke.
Fireworks that soar
bang and whoosh.
It's so
good!
Westminster has historic walks
And tour guides do tour guide type talks
One speaker regales
It’s most epic fails
How sad about Mr Guy Fawkes
There once was a Fawkes name of Guy
Whose dastardly plans went awry
Now in November
We still remember
And take pleasure in watching him fry
see about poem
“namely holidays”
days ago Guy Fawkes’ fireworks were heard
other days may have meaning to be observed
Thanksgiving isn’t a given
strictly U.S. is this tradition
in Britain July fourth is always after the third
Guy Fawkes, what
a guy, a gunpowder
plot to bring down
parliament in the blink
of an eye.
We remember
his attempt with a spark
in our eyes.
Build a
bonfire build a bonfire,
the fire is still alive. We
have not let it be forgotten,
the flame shall never die.
Form:
Cracker jack fun for November -
fireworks feature Catherine Wheels.
Guy Fawkes, a hero, no longer,
cracker jack fun for November,
roast hot chestnuts and remember.
The sparkler smokes; the rocket peals.
Cracker jack fun for November -
fireworks feature Catherine Wheels.
As fireworks fill the night sky with light,
they gather round the crackling flames,
the effigy of Guy Fawkes
a pleasure to behold
on top the bonfire.
Such fun for all -
but it sucks
to be
'Guy'!
written 6th November for Andrea's November Nonet contest (about Guy Fawkes' Day).
Guy
Fawkes Night
bonfire vibes
feel the magic
nice
Everyone cheered as the fire was lit
And innocent laughter surrounded the Guy’s pyre;
As crackling flames engulfed the stuffed figure sitting on top of it,
A hedgehog hibernating below, in the heaped dead leaves and briar,
Did not survive the children’s bonfire.
Guy – an effigy of Guy Fawkes burnt on 5th November
It’s like the Battle of Britain he moans
I can’t survive this bombardment he groans
And then he said Sh*t
That’s a direct hit
What kind of numpty films fireworks with drones
5 November is Guy Fawkes day in the UK in celebration of
Mr Fawkes and associates trying to blow up the Houses
of Parliament. Some would say he should have succeeded.
They are loud and noisy
They are for special occasions
Christmas and New Years Eve
And Guy Fawkes Night
They are bright and high up in the sky
They strike through the sky at an amazing pace
When fireworks go off with a bang
The crowd will cheer
Fire works are in every country
From Australia to America
From New Zealand to the Netherlands
They will go off with a bang
Form:
Colour
Lights the sky
Sparkling flashes
Noise of firework display -
Guy Fawkes*
Beneath
House of Lords -
Gunpowder plot
Failed to assassinate
King James
* failed in an attempt to kill the king and restore a catholic monarch to the throne of UK. Nov 5th is bonfire night where an effigy ( a guy) is burnt in every town and most houses. Children ask for a penny for the guy, night enjoyed by all.
Bonfire night
It’s alright, it’s not really such a fright
Guy Fawkes and friends had a plan
But then fell down to a man
King and country took them all
Then made them all fall
No more challenges for a while
Until we all start to smile
What did we get from bonfire night
Well it wasn’t a fight
Royal crown and politicians
Keep us from sedition
But hey ho, do we care
No not really, I wasn’t there!
DAMO
The last dregs of summer, as autumn arrives
Sun seeking birds now take to the sky.
Black juicy brambles are there for the taking,
Apples now ripe, soon mums will be baking.
Candlelit lanterns will take to the streets,
As children cry out,"is it trick or treat."
As November fires light up the sky
Guy Fawkes is burning, and winter is nigh.
Oh blessed autumn such bounty you bring,
The year's parting gifts, before winter's sting.
So cometh November, when bonfires burn
And fireworks streak through the sky,
To remember a gang, with a murderous plan
In which a king and his government die.
So we stand round a fire, and gleefully admire
As we burn a Guy Fawkes effigy,
If it had worked, If the gunpowder blew,
What then, would say history.
Entry for
END OCT 2018,ANY FORM,
ANY THEME,UP TO A MAX OF 20 lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
26/10/18. = 1st place.
Gunpowder
treason and plot
Guy Fawkes
was arrested
while guarding barrels
containing
highly
explosives
ready
to destroy
Parliament
Now he's remembered
each fifth of November
as
our bonfire nights Guy.
Sponsored by Emile Pinet.
' Yalto form '
9 / 9 / 2019.