The English Poems - Poems about The English

Listless on plate waited the farewell cake, So did most colleagues— eagerly to leave, ‘Pon vouching polite words, bulk of them fake, I still recall that routine tedious eve, When companies to old wards send-off give....Read the rest...

After the floods have washed away life hopes and dreams gone with each wave sitting now by a once-small creek, rife with catfish we never thought to save which, though river, now also a grave How can life itself be...Read the rest...

I marvel how touch touches deepest chord, That rest of senses scarce can ever match, Time heals old wounds, touch stays on for long stored, And leaves a sign, a lasting mark to etch, I...Read the rest...

Finally the blood began to coagulate my journey is ended I just recently thought now the dizziness in my head seems to abate but a broken leg may be the trial I wrought when finding my dog was...Read the rest...

Time, once our friend, now scorns all attempt to remember those days that flew freely Never knowing one day we'd be exempt from carefree days, which were but fantasy our daydreams only today's reverie Time waits for no one :...Read the rest...

When we first met Sparks flew from heart to heart. Mesmerized, Your mojo Working overtime ...Read the rest...

Trump Fuming, Can’t shut up About Deep State. Trump tweeted, “Deep State is out to get me! ...Read the rest...

In foggy winter of distrust, To warm up heart, in hope of sun, Dry all my nagging doubts to dust, Scorch misunderstandings to none, I waited with hope all undone. Yet, not else can man do but hope For his long...Read the rest...

O search not for a rare applause, Beware, life is a thankless stage— It's vain, a loud uproar to cause On this voyage of pilgrimage, A puppet you are, caught in cage. Vain to think you’re a great actor, You know...Read the rest...

Saturdays, together, drinking coffee stoking caffeine, we held life in our hand. Looking back now, our dreams were too lofty. With rich-bodied coffee, we saw life's plan as one of beauty in a magic land. Koffee klatches we lost somewhere...Read the rest...

Our consciousness can be trapped in a rut of following paths so sadly worn out. From gladness to sadness, hearts are somewhat, together with souls, from joy turned about- in trampling new seeds to wake up and sprout. With deep...Read the rest...

A queen am I of all the sky, Come, let me take you on a flight, A kite told thread, I’ll help you fly, Quiet smiled the thread in delight, Saw, kite’s ego had reached rare height. And...Read the rest...

My delight at the day's summit My strength when despair looms My happiness in every season My daughter, my life The morning sun's gentle rise The rainbow midday's grace The stars in the night's embrace My daughter, my everything Your lullaby...Read the rest...

Saints seem to shine from far off sphere, Canonized they get a halo. Teresa, ere a dear mother, Now hallowed, shines— pink to yellow, From unknown spheres, not Earth below. And if one gets in mind nigh...Read the rest...

My anger when watched all but nude, It soon beat a hasty retreat. Fury’s a shy maid in black mood, When exposed, ogled at, would quit, Feel helpless, void of all her wit. _______________________________ Reflections | 03.05.2013, revised January 2024|Quintain...Read the rest...