Wales Poems - Poems about Wales

Native Americans call me 'Paleface' 'Roundeye' say the Chinese race to a Scot I'm a 'Sassenach' 'Boyo' to those in Wales altho' a 'Limey' in New York I answer to none such hails once a 'Gweilo' in Hong Kong Down Under was a 'Pom' you may give a dog a bad name (and/or a bone) he may even be your (best) 'Pal'...

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Let me recount of the mirrored alcoves galleries of brands Whiskeys deep gold many types of bottles into optic feeds Highly polished bar timbertops rich shining deep.' Varied Paper coasters to keep it pristene, bowls of cheese squares crackers at the side, the sent of a recent cleaning Greetings warm when you stepped inside.' The old Hearth with a brass...

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The leek will sit with pride upon that hat; and, yes, a daffodil’s another plant. The two are often worn, so let us chat about St David’s Day – or Dewi Sant. This prelate was a Christian and we know he was a bishop and the son of Non, and grandson of a king, said to be so, that king, we’re told,...

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(the first day of March) Am I as lonely as that cloud? I kneel this early time of day. The traffic’s quite thin now, not loud, while I am crouching, seem to pray! St David’s Day is here, with chills. That cloud looks down on Wales and hills. I’m kneeling down upon this grass to pluck the yellow one to pin on my lapel...

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Its ludicrous in wales today, ideology holds the maddest Sway.' A twenty mile an hour plan, for every motoring Woman and Man.? And every bus? and taxi too? A lunacy A type of zoo.' Thats how i view this stupidity, and it can't Remain..' Twixt you and me' just like a joke, its really bad Thats plain, which be shared,...

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The hills and valley's are stirring the mist hangs low On the ground. The mighty dragon rises to his feet and takes in the Fresh Welsh air. He let's out a mighty roar not a roar of menace but A roar of defiance a calling to the people of Wales. Come my children my people gather in your Thousands in the country...

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I got to watch the rugby game, Aussie's we were put To shame..' the wanna-be's did hop and skip.' And lost the Game..Just bit; by bit.' A fumble here and forward passes Poor Eddie Jones, should kick these asses.' They passed A penalty..Cause she'll be right.' Well not if you don't stiffen Up and fight, she'll not reward your...

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Convalesced amongst peaks and valleys, Verdant and undulating over Afon Ebwy, I paid my way through the colliery With but a baker's dozen of years behind me. Seduced by the hanging-left red scare, I rejected ancient teachings and scripture For a life of advocacy, plagued with This body, my ever-failing vessel. Conscribed to compulsory service, My anatomy owned by some Great War, Though my...

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I: THE UK Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, Matching Tye and Droop Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, Westward Ho! and Throop. Hole of Horcum, New Invention, Boghead, Bath, Cat's Ash North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone, Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash. Six Mile Bottom, Mudford Sock, Wetwood, Wetwang, Hose Catbrain, Assloss, No Man's Land, Didling, Lower Rose. Blubberhouses, Giggleswick, Sheepy Magna, Splott Climping, Crudwell, Lickey End, Queen Camel, Picklescott. Bareleg...

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Who dares rouse Leviathan, the Giant beneath the heaving deeps? This world now teams with Ahabs whose heaping anger never sleeps. Each one wants to hook its jaw and each to press its tongue; to try its rich and fragrant oil and see it bound and beached and dumb. Poor soul captains on fragile ships vainly sharpening the barbless spear. The Whale scoffs beneath the...

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John Trip 'WELCOME TO WALES' ============== || CROESO i GYMRU || ==============...

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cross of blue grey slate salutes the mountain a red kite hovers...

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Princess Diana was born in England and died in France. When she was in a car wreck, she didn't have a chance. She divorced Prince Charles of Wales just one year before she died. Diana was only 36 years old and her death was mourned worldwide. When somebody dies that young, it's always hard to understand. She did charity work...

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North Wales Does it always rain in Wales, or is it about to rain dark sky over hills and dales, a sprinkle of sheep abandon farms and ancient cottages where mad poets find attractive. The Chapel and pub do the same work, saving souls from the dread of living when it is about to rain. I hear a Welsh choir singing a...

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A trip to Wales I was driving among hillocks; the landscape was green it was spring and sheep-dipped in coal dust, grazed with their offspring Parked near a pub in a hamlet, it had a name I could not get my tongue around it and enter into a dark interior. The few customers ignored me yet eyed me perhaps they...

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