Watts Poems - Poems about Watts

George Frederick Watts known for paintngs- lots&lots An artist in the Grand Historic style winning cash awards all the while...

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English poet Isaac Watts hymnwriting he never could stop O God our hope in Ages past was a popular verse to last...

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George Frederick Watta R A of HighArt tradition they say A famed genius with ideals paintings to both see&feel...

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Up and Down Australia's Gold Coast All the hotels are prone to boast: "You can ask your host For Marmite on toast But beware the Vegemite ghost!"...

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I Alan Watts says we live forever In children if we can bear There is no joy in going on, ever And ever as a dying tree or flower II He was a brilliant Brit, knew nirvana! Died as American, in California Barely making 59 years, once pastor Presbyterian in Pennsylvania III I need to research why he quit He was undoubtedly good at it For faithfulness few...

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I There was a time, when we sought comprehension These days, power and media aim for control, commercialization II Alan Watts, once a native Anglican, became American Episcopalian Left the ministry to teach Eastern philosophy, holistic education III Alan has left planet Earth (1970s), is beyond thought police, "mistake" - Said, "One ought to get angry with someone like Hitler. But he's as...

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The symbolist George Frederick Watts painted not things but ideas..lots&lots His second wife Mary believed in art for all a feminist&suragette ,her political call...

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Charlie Watts Rolling Stone Charlie Watts First learned on pans and pots 'fore becoming a rock and roll drummer Wearing flowers in his hair one 1968 summer...

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America Watts 1851-1934 Mister White buried me here beside Greek George, Back here, with the wind-tossed weeds and the walnuts. “Hey George, you old camel driver, you. Can you hear me over there? I can relate to your dogged controlling ways.” With invisible trace chains attached to my pigtails, Mister Watts for 39 years was my master and tormentor; Five times in our marriage...

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Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Watts Is Burning Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: July/2014 Run children run! Run sister run! Run brother run! Run for your guns We ain't backing down Not this time - Run through the poisoned   black smoke, that permeates through Watts - Run pass the looting, Run down the land mine streets, Run pass the house that's  no longer your home - Run for your guns Fight for your life - The Army  is here, and they aim to kill - Run run run - fire is raging...... down every street in our community - Watts  is burning, And The...

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Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Watts Is Burning Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: July/2014 Run children run! Run sister run! Run brother run! Run for your guns We ain't backing down Not this time - Run through the poisoned   black smoke, that permeates through Watts - Run pass the looting, Run down the land mine streets, Run pass the house that's  no longer your home - Run for your guns Fight for your life - The Army  is here, and they aim to kill - Run run run - fire is raging...... down every street in our community - Watts  is burning, And The...

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Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Watts Is Burning Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: July/2014 Watts is burning, and the powers that be, show no interest in putting out the flames - Six fiery days of hell erupts, set ablaze by  a racial city government of bigots, that are intolerant to black people. Police brutality, is at an all-time high - and racial discrimination towards us, is running ramped, causing the...

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Watt,s in a name A surname a parent cannot attain yet every thought should be given to the same Poor old Andrew Pratt, or Thomas Watt come to that pratty or watty, more likely pratt or twatt For the bully is a simple child don’t make its work easy to drive someone wild The playground is the harshest of streets To...

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