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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 - Memories of Spain at allpoetry
We sought the shade of rocks / Panting like lizards in the heat. / The aromatic sharp scent of / Crushed wild thyme and sage adding lust / To our over-eager coupling. / Fir and pine on the mountainside / A sombre - Foxy Fun at allpoetry
Chicken runs are lots of fun / But long before the fun is done / Out comes Farmer with his gun. / I eat the bran meant for the pigs / Create havoc with my digs. / In summer I can lie and doze / In the shade of the - Lullaby for Lonely Sailors Wives at allpoetry
My lover has sailed across the wide sea, / Please bring him home again safely to me. / Our baby is cradled asleep in my arms / My wishes and prayers are he`ll come to no harm. / A candle will burn in our window at nig - Plastic Problems at allpoetry
A nose with a turned-up tip / Perhaps emphasize my tits. / My lips a little fuller / Would be a certain puller. / But when the wraps came off / People couldn`t help but scoff. / My nose was all awry / One tit po - For Marion at allpoetry
May your days be full and happy / All best wishes we send you / Rich with happiness and laughter / In a life that`s never blue. / On this special day we send you / Notice of our friendship true - Maggie May at allpoetry
Oh Maggie Maggie May / They have taken you away / And we`ll never see you / In the pub no more. / They have gone and locked the door / And now you`re far at sea / Living under lock and key / Heading for Australi - Cowpoke 2007 at allpoetry
I moseyed into Tucson / It ain`t a one hoss town / There are flyovers and skyscrapers / And its twenty miles around. / The tumbleweed don`t tumble / Not like it did before / There`s blacktop all the way now / Ri - Artists Angst at allpoetry
My house is rather old and quaint, / It sadly needs a coat of paint. / I don`t have time to do the chores / I spend my days all out of doors. / Capturing the forest`s hue / The changing tones of skies of blue. / O - Bell Buoy at allpoetry
Spectral shapes misted in river fog / Ghostly ships pass, wreathed in swirling eddies / Only the thump of invisible screws carries / Across turbulent water. / All is dismal damp. / Lights are pearled haloes / Hang - Man Friday at allpoetry
I wandered down along the strand, / I saw a footprint but no hand, / It really made me turn quite pale, / It clearly was another male. / Some company to pass my way / Its no fun being here and gay. / Yours / Rob - The Pied Piper at allpoetry
Hameln town was plagued with rats / Some of them as big as cats. / The city burghers held a pow-wow / We must rid of these somehow. / We will take that piper`s offer / It will denude the city coffer / But that`s a - Deutchland, Deutchland Uber Alles at allpoetry
Shall I begin with the great composers? / Handel, Mozart, Mendelssohn / (Now there a good old Jewish boy`s name for you) / Or the poets and writers? / Dante and Gothe. / Come with me on a Rhine cruise / Past the c - Looking For That New Life at allpoetry
We left our huts in Senegal / Trecked north across the plains / Had to go in April / To avoid the heavy rains. / Got a lift eventually / In a clapped-out truck, / The road was rough and bumpy / Full of rocks and - Short Hour, Long Hour at allpoetry
That last hour I spent with you / Passed in a flash of time. / I remember how the blue bruises on your throat / Stood in line against / The whiteness of your skin / Your lifeless, limp body / Light in my arms - Wired Up Poet at allpoetry
My job is boring, writing verses
For soldiers, sailors, army nurses, - Just a Writing Job at allpoetry
I go to work from nine `till five
Its just one way to stay alive. - Daffodil Demise at allpoetry
You came in March with spears held high,
Green spears that pointed to the sky. - Marrakech Market at allpoetry
The sunset behind the mosque tower
To sellers this is now their hour - Never Set Sail On A Friday. at allpoetry
Since I changed the name of my old boat
I`ve wondered why she dosen`t float. - Immortalised at allpoetry
Van Gogh captured your magnificence
In a single masterpiece - Happy Birthday at allpoetry
On the day that you were born
I was eleven years older. - Titanic Temerity at allpoetry
Titanic surging through the night
Bow wave creaming. - Blowing Bubbles at allpoetry
I blew some lovely bubbles
Through my bubble ring - The Gods of Love at allpoetry
Winged entity of mythology lore
Clasp your golden goddess in embrace - Gone Away at allpoetry
As a harvest moon
Emerges from clouds enfolding embrace - Shipwrecked at allpoetry
So we swam ashore from our wrecked barque
Held fast among the rocks - Pondering at allpoetry
Preoccupied with death
Pausing the whirling hour - Epitaph at allpoetry
"I did not die, I did not go,
You will find me in the afterglow. - Ode To A Daffodil at allpoetry
Pale slender flower of gentle face,
Nod to your world in royal grace. - Rank and File Verse at allpoetry
The ranks are formed in steady rigid line
Then move about to order and to change - Queen of the Himalayas at allpoetry
Nanga Parbat, the name spells majesty
Standing proudly above your lesser peers - Perhaps Tomorrow at allpoetry
Sitting there with glassy stare
Legs akimbo on your chair, - In The Garden of Gethsemane at allpoetry
In that peaceful garden
Where moonlight`s gentle glow - The Visitation at allpoetry
Ethereal beauty, mistress of the stars
Did you journey here from Pluto, Mars? - Travellin` South at allpoetry
Leaving the bustle of cosmopolitan Tangier
We travel south on the night train - Samana Santa (Easter Week) at allpoetry
The drums beat well into the night.
Remember how we used to listen - Along The Leprechaun Road at allpoetry
We wandered down from Derry
The old hoss pulling well, - The Charcoal Burner at allpoetry
Charcoal burning here again
Time to set green wood aflame. - The Lighthouse at allpoetry
Up these winding stairs I climb
My shift will run from two `til nine. - Telling The Time at allpoetry
We used to tell the hours
By the rings marked on the candle - Hard Tack at allpoetry
Pecking for a living
Upon this granite road, - Through A Glass Darkly at allpoetry
Sitting at this east end bar
For hours now. - Carmen, Thrice Nightly at allpoetry
Carmen with your coal-black hair
And a carnation stuck in there. - The Charleston Dancer at allpoetry
It was 1928 when drinking was a sin
We could find a speakeasy - Morocco, Ancient and Modern at allpoetry
When fine blown sand
Drifts to the Canary islands - Fan at allpoetry
Here I lie
Watching fan blades rotate - Lover`s Tiff at allpoetry
Is this just a bad hair day
Or because I went astray? - Privacy? Forget It at allpoetry
Still not more than a boy,
Considered guns were toys. - The Blessing/Curse of Libra at allpoetry
Cursed:
With indecision. - The LemonTree at allpoetry
There
In the corner of the garden - Contemplation at allpoetry
Here I sit
Pondering the night sky - Hogmanay Disaster at allpoetry
The waves were lashing on the front,
The sea-front houses bore the brunt - Mother Earth at allpoetry
Factory chimneys spew
Toxic sulphorous vomit - Deja Vu at allpoetry
Ever so often I get this feeling
Of Deja Vu. - The Leprechaun at allpoetry
I am a little leprechaun
Was from the first day I was born. - To Labrador Tara at allpoetry
As I look into your mournful eyes
I am trying not to sigh and cry. - Couch Potato at allpoetry
I slumped into my usual stance
Leaning back with legs askance. - Another Beating at allpoetry
The figure looming nearer
Means a beating she will get. - Last Resting Place at allpoetry
The dying roses wither there
Where we can only stand and stare. - Coming Home, Donegal at allpoetry
So we rolled down into Donegal
The grass was emerald green. - New Daughter ' Mirren' at allpoetry
All that trouble, pain and strife
Brought a new daughter into life. - Fog On The River at allpoetry
Ghost ships, spectrally sinister slide past
Their radar eyes silently scan. - Don`t Call Me "Girl" at allpoetry
Just because I like cross dressing,
Wear panty hose and fond of messing. - Henry The Eighth at allpoetry
"Hello Henry, how ya doin`
What`s cooking, what`s a`brewin`? - Maid Marion at allpoetry
My dress is slightly tattered,
Like me its been quite battered. - Spring Dance at allpoetry
Daffodils under the trees
Dance to warm Spring`s gentle breeze. - L for Leather at allpoetry
Lucky Lucy, lovely lady
Chewin` grass as if she`s crazy. - Pride at allpoetry
My Lord
I plead guilty to this mortal sin. - Beware the Poisoned Apple. at allpoetry
Mirror, mirror on the sand
Who is the fairest and most grand? - Helen of Troy at allpoetry
I was a foot soldier of Spartica
That far off ancient land. - Th e Abacus at allpoetry
John sat beside a woolsack
Outside the temple door, - Aberdeen Angus at allpoetry
Aberdeen Angus is my name
I have a pedigree of fame. - Metallic Reflections at allpoetry
For Gold
I looked into the shining gold - Mixed Up Feeling at allpoetry
Well I started as a daisy
But things got out of hand. - The Good Old Days at allpoetry
There`s excitement here today
Its as if the town`s at play - Byonic Bride at allpoetry
I took my brand new wife to bed,
She said, "Just let me fix my head" - The Glass Eye at allpoetry
What has that to do with teeth?
Well listen I will tell you why - Boiling Porrage at allpoetry
Ye have forgot to put the salt
In ma porrage woman, - Sounds of Trees at allpoetry
The trees that whisper in the Spring
By summertime have learned to sing. - For Grannie at allpoetry
My happy, loving gram.
Used to push me in my pram, - Against Euthanasia at allpoetry
This is a crime in God`s good eyes
You were born to stay alive. - For Euthanasia at allpoetry
Eighty-six years my life has measured
Most of them I`m glad to treasure. - Gemma`s Cat at allpoetry
Happy Birthday GEM, I`m your cat
Overfed so slightly fat. - Stone Idle at allpoetry
Cherub, cherub on the wall
You are the fairest of them all. - Lunch Hour Memories at allpoetry
Across the dusty, sunlit square
The midday bell tolls out the hour - Three`s a Crowd at allpoetry
We sat upon the hilltop
Under a lonely cloud, - Do You Remember? at allpoetry
Do you remember, last September
When the rainbow formed? - Beams In The Darkness at allpoetry
A light of hope beams in the dark
Guiding light for lonely barque. - Close To You at allpoetry
Last night we slept so very tight,
Cheek to cheek all through the night. - Dr. Jekyll at allpoetry
Its your funeral today
Perhaps they`ll let me out to pray. - For Ann at allpoetry
Birthday over, back to work
You were never one to shirk. - Madam Butterfly at allpoetry
I spend my time just on a crawl
It really is no kind of ball - Perseverance at allpoetry
I watched a spider spin a web
He swung about on slender thread, - Nightime In The Toyshop at allpoetry
When the town clock chimes at half-past one
The toys begin to have some fun - Beachcomber at allpoetry
I`m ready for the beach
I`ve got my bucket and a spade, - Memories at allpoetry
He remembers all those passing years
Full of laughter, joy and tears. - Feeling Blue at allpoetry
I am a little horse but blue today
No one wants to come and play. - [ May`s a lovely month to wed ] at allpoetry
May`s a lovely month to wed
Spring flowers are nodding in their beds - A Life in the Navy at allpoetry
I was serving on a quinquereme
And had just set sail from Tyre. - U-47 at allpoetry
My name is Gunther Prein
Slipped into Scapa Flow unseen - Palmistry at allpoetry
When you said
"Let me read your palm." - Beached at allpoetry
Just like me, beached and dry
Empty bottle, empty sky. - Untitled at allpoetry
FOOTLOOSE
I wandered down from Idaho, - The Swimming Lesson at allpoetry
I dived into the shallow end
I thought it was the deep - Omar The Great at allpoetry
Beside me in the wilderness
If you should care to grace - Guadalajara at allpoetry
What mystery your name inspires
You Spanish city of tall spires - Womens Lib. at allpoetry
Sadly an all too common scenario in this nanny State. - At The Bottom of The Garden at allpoetry
Oh, where is fair young Lockingvar
He promised to be here from afar? - Indian Tea at allpoetry
Gunga Din carried the water
Abdul toted the char,
