Tweed Poems - Poems about Tweed

...Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman Saint Patrick's Day, or Feast of Saint Patrick Lá Fhéile Pádraig invoke even non Irish to proclaim Éirinn go Brách translated as "Ireland Forever." ......Read the rest...

...Cicada Dreaming was told to Roland Robinson in 1965 by Julia Charles of the Yoocum Yoocum clans from the area around Wollumbin in the headwaters of the Tweed River, Northern NSW and is used with perm......Read the rest...

...Love was in the wrong places Out of luck, there'd none at all Veered cross his eyes on faces Ebbed men and numbers to call Twilight drops an altered star ......Read the rest...

...The trappings of a Poet … or being a Poet They’re each something different remote and distinct The tweed jacket wood paneled image deceiver Lays claim to what only —enlightenment inks ......Read the rest...

...Santa came down with a horrible cold. Had to interview everyone – young and old. Elves finally chose a frog big and bold Whose steed was a hen from Farmer Mold. What about a sleigh? Asked many ......Read the rest...

...Cigar but no cigar extinguished by the elders Gaslighting commissioners held in tweed The night people slide in between Pouring light velvet dolls play with their own discord electric spears......Read the rest...

...Arrogant hornless bull from farm roots Dressing in dapper gentlemanly tweed suits Topping his shirt with a gorgeous striped tie Some of the cows in the pen say “my oh my!” What is it about a su......Read the rest...

...Nigh fusions are a happenance I prefer the stalks shadows of the day Infinity has a way of peering tomorrows living for a thrill Who light the leitmotif and bonfire my words Or should I sear......Read the rest...

...It was a cool, overcast and windy Sunday afternoon in March 2014. We were about 50 miles from Paris, at my Grandmère’s (grandmother’s) farm. She lives in Paris, but she owns a Château and surrounding......Read the rest...

...The Harlequins of the night languish their last aura Lilly eyed clowns await commissioners bleed into tweed Rivillers errantly play drums Damsels failing in their appeal Adventurers sent back......Read the rest...

...Persimmonetta was a beautiful faery maiden indeed She had eyelashes galore and a grasshopper for a steed Is she the one with pink hair asked a bullfrog, just freed From a witch’s mushroom house, w......Read the rest...

...Ann has everyday to plead That Arthur address her need: Her wish to on table feed, Beside Author novels read, Their three kids move at top speed; For their first child buy a tweed… Ann is the......Read the rest...

...Paper machinations steam blase A lineage of a story gives blurry eyed account Velvet accorance the seats are tweed Whilst those bewailed on newspaper lined bench's steal sleep Tramps in g......Read the rest...

...Nights infusion bleary eyed rivals in Soho tweed Pharaohs joke was here Denim clad oxymorons with spotlight eyes Archways lean close as sticks befuddle their spark of epiphany A jewelled sil......Read the rest...

...I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage Indentured gumption forsaken courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth fool looking imp po......Read the rest...