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Poet David Lawrence
'Chatterleys Lover' once caused offence
Known best as a novelist
his poetry should not be dismissed

Clerihew Lawrence

David Herbrt Lawrence
novelist poet sans pretence
Multi talebted &prolific
lasting legacy in th erotic

How Dad Learned To Play

Dad was a great piano player
Grandpa Luther was a great man
He burned his wife’s Bible 
In 1942, when Colorado farmers
Decided all Germans and Japanese
Threatened them
My grandmother 
Got another Bible 
English version 
She didn’t have to hide
Governor Ralph Lawrence Carr
Was a great man, too
The only one who stood for
The rights of Japanese
–Americans– just like he
Said, “if

Lawrence a Finale

Lawrence of Neasden,
Man of action in the past,
Reflected with dismay
How life had moved so fast.
So many years gone now
Since they’d gone to war
And Lawrence no longer
Rode his camel anymore.

It’s ashes rested in an urn
On the mantle shelf
Alongside its photo and
Those of Lawrence himself,
All dressed in style 
In their combat gear
With others of the Corps
All paraded

Lawrence of Neasden, Stood Down

They called him Lawrence of Neasden
And he dressed in Khaki shorts
And he always rode a camel 
Which he kept in his car port

They arrived there in Central Neasden
Having ridden all through the night
To arrive with the breaking dawn
In a throat constricting sight.
Silently they rode, apart
From the harness jingle,
An eerie sort of sound 
That made nerves

Lawrence Part the Fourth, In Action

There’s civic unrest in Neasden
Which has become a mini hell
The vapours from all those camels 
Has caused an awful fruity smell
The citizens are angry and are
Marching off to Westminster hall
Now the novelty has worn off
They’re blooming sick of it all
In spite of the good intentions
Of Lawrence and his crew
You can’t housetrain a camel
And the streets

Lawrence Part the Third, On Parade

The jungle drums have throbbed in Neasden
The message has swiftly spread about
So if you’re travelling around the area
Its suggested you carefully watch out
For the call has been answered
The length and breadth of our fair land
Certain heroes not been found reticent
Back here at the nation’s command
It started with just our Lawrence
But his example aroused so many

Lawrence, Part the Second, On Alert

He’s been listening to the news,
All up to date about I-raq,
His kit has been laid out
Sorted and ready to pack.
The camel’s on combat rations
So its mood is just a little mean
But it’s a trim and fit and ready
Desert transport machine.
He sleeps out in the garden
In an army surplus tent
It may be second hand but
Its money

Lawrence, a Modern Saga, Part the First

They called him Lawrence of Neasden
And he dressed in Khaki shorts
And he always rode a camel 
Which he kept in his car port
Oblivious to the glances 
Of the people passing by
He solemnly rode his mount
And he always wore a tie
He knew he had a mission
Was ready for the call
Though quite what it was
He’d really no

The Lawrence Family Union

The L. means Long Lasting Love
The A. means Always
The W. means Wisdom
The R. means He is Risen
The E. means Eternal 
The N means Now
The C. means Christ
The E. means Everlasting

Clerihew Lawrence

Sir Thomas  Lawrence grew up in a pub
prolific paintings meant he never needed a sub
Favourite of the English ruling class
but a legendary repute never came to pass

Ride Susan Ride

Susan Lawrence saddled her horse
(a Pegasus who flew off course)
The stars and the moon
Lit up the lagoon
Reflecting a greater life force

Clerihew Lawrence

To Atlanta's Jacob Lawrence
understatement made artistic sense
Sixty small paintings his usp
'Migration' *series for all to see

*https://lawrencemigration.phillipscollection.org/the-migration-series

Susan Lawrence

‘Sweat of life’; opening words of candour
Ushering a magic show to follow
She burst forth in delight, of love fervour
Adoring oneness, within heart mellow
Name of the poem, ‘elevating heart’
Laying low, she has posted six so far
‘And cupping my heart gently’ Gods love starts
We behold her divine play from afar
Resonation with euphoria clear
Enlivened by the throb of

Lawrence

not taking
place or space
in Arabia

but a
sound
stage

no camel
needed but
an accordion 

for sure and
always a
bubble

machine

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