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- Happy Families. at allpoetry
`Are we there yet? Can I have an ice-cream? - The Gay Pied Piper at allpoetry
After much consultation the fat burghers of Hameln - Spain-21st.Century Ancient and Modern at allpoetry
I will meet your flight at Madrid airport, Just like any other international airport, - Twenty-First Century Progress at allpoetry
In cloistered calm when bells rang clear And shuffling footfalls were once here - Irish Rock-a- Bye at allpoetry
Hush my little one, lay down your head Its time to sleep soundly away in your bed. - Living in Limbo at allpoetry
School was out, there was no going back. All exams were over, it was the long hot summer - Potted History at allpoetry
A reincarnated warrior from (a) The Crucades (
The battle of Hastings and (c) The battle of Britain (Sory but that`s WWII.
The Trip to J - Caravan South at allpoetry
We left the red ironstone mountains / That left compass needles swinging wildly / South across the arid plain / Well marked with blached bones / Of unfortunate travellers. / The camels adopting that rolling swinging - East meets West at allpoetry
Standing on Karachi railway station / In smartly pressed drill uniform / And polished shoes / I just happened to see / the most beautiful girl in the world. / Her oval face framed by a cloud of dark hair. / With - Life gets Tedious at allpoetry
"Shall I go catch a mouse or bird? / Naw, too energetic. / Not when I can just lie here / And wait for my bowl to be filled. / Will it be meat or fish today? / I hope its not just those biscuit things, / They are - Late Leave in Kashmir at allpoetry
It is now November `46 / And you are still not here. / I must take leave now or lose it. / Karachi rail station is a cacaphony / Of honking ramshackle taxis, strident voices / And the bellowing of sacred cows, / T - Tramride to Antiquity at allpoetry
We shook the sand of Egypt`s Milleniums / From our shoes / And climbed aboard the rattling Cairo tramcar. / A short ride across town / And there they stood / Silent, slightly sinister / The Pyramids of Cheops. - Last Leave at allpoetry
Do you remember when bombs whistled / And hot shrapnel rattled roofs? / We sought shelter in a deep subway station. / On the platform people were packed in like herrings / On makeshift sleeping bags. / We found a c - The Black Death at allpoetry
`Bring out your dead` rang out the cry / As creaking tumbrils passed on by. / The minders with their prodding poles / Worked steadily at their task, the ghouls. / The doors daubed with a grisly cross / Showed houses - [ General Abrovomitch, well wrapped up in fur, was being driven across the frozen Ukraine by his driver, corporal Ivanof. Not a word was spoken as they crossed this white wilderness. ] at allpoetry
General Abrovomitch, well wrapped up in fur, was being driven across the frozen Ukraine by his driver, corporal Ivanof. Not a word was spoken as they crossed this white wilderness. / Suddenly the Genaral raised his hand and - Chalk and Cheese at allpoetry
During my time as a line-chief on Dakotas, (DC3`s to you.) I met a variety of pilots. Some good, some very good and some indifferent. Our job was to air freight spares around the U.K. to whichever base needed a new engine, st - Aide Memoire at allpoetry
I pin notes upon the kitchen door / Then can`t remember what I wrote them for. / Mark items in the daily paper / But when I go back to them later / I haven`t got a clue as why that story / Made me want want a conser - Goemetrical Confusion at allpoetry
The square on the hypotenuse / Is equal to the sum of / and so on ad infinitum. / Time square must be a new nova brilliance / One of those opposites of black holes / Where all is lost in deep uncomprehending, depres - Fox-Hole Fred at allpoetry
Stuck in this exposed foxhole / The sun beating down / Our situation is precarious. / Fred proffers a cigarette / No word passes. / Words are superfluous / At times like these. / Grateful for his company / Tim - Washed Up at allpoetry
Washed up on this sandy shore, / Once a proud bastion of the forest, / Shrivelled and dried. / Once anacondas coiled and copulated / In my upper branches. / Now crabs scuttle around my trunk. / Perhaps some artist - Shot Down at allpoetry
We were on course heading east / Then were suddenly in action / High above the clouds, / When canon-fire pierced our armour, / The port wing began to dip. / A starboard engine faltered / As flames began to grow. - Column: Pamplona at storywrite
The name alone brings visions of running bulls and crazy young men running with them, down narrow cobbled street.
My memories of Pamplona are womewhat different. Driving from Gibraltar to the U.K. took us right across Spain and France. Pamplona in No - Donegal Revisited at allpoetry
So we left the high, windswept ground / To the sheep, and their rocky places / Where remote cottages shelter / Behind a few sentinel pines. / Dropping down winding Glengesh / We found wild fuschia and fern. / Elde - Knicker Nicker at allpoetry
I nick knickers from wash lines / Unwashed ones will do just fine. / I creep into gardens after dark / Do it mainly for a lark. / I have pink ones, blue and rose / Gladly press them to my nose. / Sometimes dogs wi - Political Pygmies at allpoetry
It was in 1944 / Tul Bahadur Pun fought his war / He was all of twenty-one / And not to be outdone. / They attacked at dead of night / To put the Japanese to flight. / There was mahem and much noise / They were - Ten Years On at allpoetry
The grass is trim, the flowers died / The headstone stands, it cannot hide. / I cannot hear the traffic noise / From here they look like little toys. / I feel vibration in the ground, / Down here there is so little - Yes I know The Muffin Man at allpoetry
Do you know the Muffin Man? / Do you know the Muffin man? / Do you know the Muffin man? / Who lives down Petticoat Lane. / Yes I know the Muffin man / Yes I know the Muffin Man / Yes I know the Muffin Man - Amritsar of the Golden Temple at allpoetry
There was nothing golden / Except perhaps the aura of the sun / Shining on that golden dome / In the April sunshine. / A crowd had gathered to listen / To political speeches / In a walled garden. / This was agai - Spanish Mountain Bar (Midsummer) at allpoetry
In the full heat of the late afternoon / It looked cool in the dimly lit bar / Where the enemy sun never penetrated. / I leant hot arms on the zinc topped counter, / Enjoying the sudden chill respite from heat. / Sm - Oh Rose Marie at allpoetry
My name is Nelson Eddy / I have a job that`s steady / I am a R.C.M.P Mountie / Don`t hunt for guys with bounties / But any rotten crook / That has gone and slung his hook. / All on the silver screen / Where I lo - The Hudson Bay Company at allpoetry
In the year of 1670 we set up on this shore / We did not know how long to stay, no one had been before. / We bartered with the Indians with coloured beads and steel / Exchanged them for raw otter hides, Artic fox and se - The Bramah Bull at allpoetry
Old Joe eased himself down / Onto the broad, muscular back of the bull / Feeling its two ton of muscle and bone / And enormous power, flexing / Through the denim of his Jeans. / Carefully threading his gloved hand - Just a Button at allpoetry
I lost a button from my jacket, / The needles I found in a packet. / I`ll sew it back on right darn quick / The way my wife does, simple trick. / First of all to thread the eye / Squint and look up to the sky. / P - Wurzel Gummage at allpoetry
Wurzel Gummage is my name / That`s my only call to fame. / I stand about in fields of corn / My clothes are sadly old and worn. / I`m supposed to scare the crows / They just stand about in rows and rows. / One eve - Glorious War at allpoetry
The trumpets called the battle cries / But it was the young men that died. / Waved off by sisters, mothers, lovers / United in the call to arms as brothers. / In trenches wet and dugouts damp / Up to their knees in
