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Villa Christina

the wind whispers
secrets only trees hear
dandelion spirits soar

Up the Villa

In the heart of the city, where legends embark.
Stands the famous old stadium, they call Villa Park.
A club full of honours, with a history so rich.
I'm proud when I see Aston Villa on the pitch.

From the very old days in the lower divisions.
These days you'll remember if you are a villain.
Our team Aston Villa, greatest

Sulpicia Translations 1 by Michael R Burch

English translations of Latin poems written by the ancient Roman poetess Sulpicia.



I. At Last, Love!
by Sulpicia
translation by Michael R. Burch

It's come at last! Love!
The kind of love that, had it remained veiled,
would have shamed me more than baring my naked soul.
I appealed to Aphrodite in my poems
and she delivered my beloved to me,
placed him snugly,

breakfast-making while high on testosterone

i've just been reliably informed that 
the manchester united dressing room was bugged
before their match at aston villa 
it is a shocking security breach 
but classic sci-fi can be a bit hit and miss
like my pancakes
but we soldier on 
we have tickets for the opera
as we still await to see on stage the essentials;
making a

Villa Acambaro

My love, there was no greater
she held my heart in her hands
her first kiss
the arrow that pierced
if only she could know
I ceased to exist
when she let me go
a thousand love letters
before and after
meant nothing at all
she thought I was empty
depression hides your soul
she has her own wounds
happiness it seems
lives in the clouds
all my desires of

A Killer the Piller In Thriller

I'd never sat through A Thriller
In which a Tiller,not Killer
Was The Intended Godzilla;
Whether in town shot or villa:
The killer always The Pillar...

Never the Farm-Minding Tiller
Nor Grocery-Running Miller
Nor wheel-chair confined Bruce Bila
Unholstered-Gun-Bearing Killer
A Thriller makes a real feeler
And its marketer wise dealer;
In his films loved by his wheeler
And The Bleeding by his healer...

But it's some salute

Miller Far Thriller and Cellar

That's the trouble with her Miller:
Lots of fancy for fine killer,
Yeah not Real Life - The safe thriller
But it's no Decent Time filler,
Millers remembrance of thriller
The time wise neighbour turns tiller
And one they 've got in James Bila,
In the past fond of Godzilla,
Now in their church a strong pillar...

"Oh! Why had I accepted Miller
For thriller

Villa Nel

VILLA NEL

Passion does not a relationship make
Nel was a love of mine so long ago
In that villa overlooking the lake

Our time as one was short, for pity’s sake
A summer’s month offered no time to grow
Passion does not a relationship make

She left, and I was bereft in her wake
For many years now I have still felt

Loneshore Coliseum

Team Lungs made there
In ring debut. Less impressive
to the Grapplers Union; the fans
seemed to love it. Borgo, Bounce,
Bootez, Shuffle, and Booty. Faced
G.U. who comprises of Big Giggy Sayso,
Fuss Strant,  Mazzo Mendini, and
Epoxy Curfew.
All action, the referee loses control
and called the match to halt. Senior
referee Dank Seagrin did outside ref
Work from request of the side

Thoughts At the Relegation Table

Citizens were upset 
With the Honey Hornets set 
They played dance songs 
But it was all wrong 
Records being abused 
Scratching them when used 
Stingers created a vibe 
That said let the music die 
Before the first forty five ended 
Twilight Zone Rod should be commended 
Two for Stirling 
Hometown hive was swirling 
Only to

The Rainbow Villa

Down my childhood memory lane, the Rainbow villa,
Looking ornate with ROSETTE for the jocund ceremony,
Myriad exotic FERNS swaying in the flamboyant GARDEN 
A lofty PORCH with majestic chairs for the exalted circle,
The august front DOOR with the texture of rose wood grey,
An oaken STAIRCASE slithered like a creeper from the top,
The robust HOUSE having an

Lily In Her White and Red Devil Might

Lily White 
Being firm and money tight 
Headed to the golden sands looking just right 
There was Mr. Bourne and his mouth 
Packing the cherries to go south 
“Young lady what can I do for you? 
Maybe a pint filled with my special brew?” 
Looking at him 
Innocently no sin 
“This should be an easy

Villa Sunrise

A thin layer of rosy clouds
Greets the morning sun as it breeches
The hills over Rice Lake
And Villa da Rosa. My eyes open
As the light penetrates my indigo soul
And my thoughts, invariably,
Turn to you…and sunrises.
I’ve seen the sun rise
Over the Rockies and chase
The fog away; seen it grace
The Erie beaches in the morning
And Huron dunes at

Being a Villa Fan

 If you go to Villa Park
You'll be in for a lark.
From kickoff the opposition will look on fire
But that is because Villa are so dire.
The goals go in one two three four
By halftime it could end as a cricket score.
The Villa fans slide down in their seat
Knowing they are heading for another defeat.
Thinking there

Pancho Villa

Some say that he was the "Robin Hood" for the poor in Old Mexico
                  Others say he was a tequila drinking horse thief, murderer to boot
          One night on

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