Short Surrey Poems
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Petrarch the poet invented a sonnet
but to himself he kept it secret
Then in England a version came
for Surrey&Wyatt claimed his fame
So suddenly settles silence
Suggests strongly stunning smooth so shiny
~a silver surrey sequencing sexy solaced stars~
12/23/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
In the Surrey General Hospital
A new born baby
Screams out her geography
In the Nursery
Is a woman whose village she cannot find
Searching,
Sees the moon sliced by the window blinds
Form:
A girl from the county of Surrey
Developed a taste for hot curry.
It spoiled every date
For, sad to relate,
She had to depart in a hurry!
7 June 2022
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*Surrey is a county in South East England
A horse! A horse! My kingdom for a horse!
Wast penned by The Bard of Avon of course!
Richard's steed Surrey lay dead
Slain by a crossbow 'tis said
Dick pled for another 'til he was hoarse!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
(Not for the contest)
Long it has been
My tunnel awaits
Long it will be
For me to awake
Darkness numbs
The loud surrey
Kindness keeps warm
I'm reminded not everyday
Secluded from this small world
Smaller it seems
But this too is enough
to bring joy or weep
Like every other sorrow
This tunnel is my morrow
And this too shall pass
With many more to follow
Newlands Corner
Is one of my most favourite places
I’ve always loved it there
When I look out across the patchwork
Of rolling Surrey Hills,
The chalk grasslands
The ancient woodlands
And the villages nestling there
I feel a deep calm and peace
Penetrating my soul
It’s almost overwhelming
Like the weight of the world
Is lifted from my shoulders
It as if His hand on my shoulder
Form:
Johnny’s got an island
In the Surrey countryside
It isn’t very long
And it isn’t very wide
It’s got a little duck house
There’s a tree upon the bank
And on a summers evening
You can smell the septic tank
The views are truly stunning
To the south, the railway track
The slaughterhouse on one side
And the gasworks at the back
But the most outstanding feature
Of this pleasant little ait
There’s no water to surround it
Well, not now at any rate
there was a young girl from Surrey
whose love life was all of a hurry
so went for sex advice
from a madam of vice
now can tease and tempt without worry
she has learnt the art of foreplay
hope he has the libido to stay
her tweaking and kisses
sure has no misses
has a smile on his face all day
his friends ask was it more than a kiss
said he can't disclose what it is
that has made his day
in a wonderful way
said his trembles and thrills were just bliss
penned Nov 3 2015