Poems About Britain Seeking Honest Critique
#Britain
Louisamay
JaneyBean
JaneyBean
Poem Published
26th Nov 2023 4:51pm
26th Nov 2023 4:51pm
Speaking the Lingo
All the bits and bobs
That cross my space
The dilly dalliance sidesteps
Are the key to my truth
The wafting breeze
to decipher my thoughts
And give shape to my language
I’m well jel of your enunciation
Your cut glass echo
We are like chalk and cheese
But the similarities bubble
We have a shared culture
A lovely jubbly hotchpotch
Of history and experiences
That bind us to our motherland
and let us mooch around at leisure
Exploring our love of the slang
Our secret code for where we came from,
a...
That cross my space
The dilly dalliance sidesteps
Are the key to my truth
The wafting breeze
to decipher my thoughts
And give shape to my language
I’m well jel of your enunciation
Your cut glass echo
We are like chalk and cheese
But the similarities bubble
We have a shared culture
A lovely jubbly hotchpotch
Of history and experiences
That bind us to our motherland
and let us mooch around at leisure
Exploring our love of the slang
Our secret code for where we came from,
a...
#PowerOfWords
#Britain
#culture #tradition
#culture #tradition
143 reads
4 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
28th Sep 2023 6:31pm
Singing is easy when ya drinking
This rain cares not for teardrops
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
Nor the blood soaked Eire of Irish rebel song(s)
White niggers
Black n tan
Slavery never left
Every race
Knows the thunders roar
Beneath the overlords lash
Ask the indentured servants
Seven year olds
Sweeping chimney
Down claustrophobic mine shaft
#corruption
#greed
#Britain
#poverty
#PopCulture
124 reads
2 Comments
Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
20th Apr 2023 10:38pm
20th Apr 2023 10:38pm
HRH Queen Elizabeth II
For seventy years she reigned with dignity and class—
from an era remembered by few;
for a time frame unimaginable to most of us.
Duty and commitment to her country and realms
remained uppermost in her life.
Throughout generations,
governments, prime ministers,
peacetime and war;
recessions and prosperity,
her presence was constant.
and the world seems strange without her.
Whatever your views on the Monarchy
and whether the wealthy unelected
should become Head of State
by a happy accident of birth;
now that she's gone,...
from an era remembered by few;
for a time frame unimaginable to most of us.
Duty and commitment to her country and realms
remained uppermost in her life.
Throughout generations,
governments, prime ministers,
peacetime and war;
recessions and prosperity,
her presence was constant.
and the world seems strange without her.
Whatever your views on the Monarchy
and whether the wealthy unelected
should become Head of State
by a happy accident of birth;
now that she's gone,...
#Britain
#NaPoWriMo2023
210 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
16th Mar 2023 00:00am
16th Mar 2023 00:00am
it was great, britain ..
a lucky old sod if you were born in
the nineteen fifties meant that you never had to fight in a war,
you spent your childhood in the
‘sixties and in the seventies you were still in your twenties. what more .. ?
the nineteen fifties meant that you never had to fight in a war,
you spent your childhood in the
‘sixties and in the seventies you were still in your twenties. what more .. ?
#Britain
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1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
9th Mar 2023 11:49pm
Spring
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun,
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
as if it were a quince and
the juice dripped down
its beard covered chin
- it's called raindrops,
they leak into crevices,
every split on every piece
of generative earth,
where the earthworms thrive,
where the roots stretch anxious fingers
out to fetch the run off,
out to drink what's left.
The sky bites a chunk off the Sun
and so the seed 'comes the seedling
and the quince tree starts to grow.
#trees
#nature
#Britain
256 reads
3 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
8th Dec 2022 4:49pm
8th Dec 2022 4:49pm
Poems Written on Seaside Postcards (collaboration with Casted_Runes)
Miss Wales, 1982
Oh dear, the palpable fear
News splashed like seagull shit.
The Fingering Wall beside the Fair -
Miss Wales, what did you do?
Giving head to a judge
Swallowed your pride
Senile, semen of bile,
Dethroned to whirl of waltzers.
Stiff sea breeze roughed her candy-floss hair.
Sauce for the Chips
Greetings from sunny Clacton!
This long weekend is on its way:
we met these swingers on the pier
and had our tea with them.
They’re down at the holiday camp, near
where your Becky used...
Oh dear, the palpable fear
News splashed like seagull shit.
The Fingering Wall beside the Fair -
Miss Wales, what did you do?
Giving head to a judge
Swallowed your pride
Senile, semen of bile,
Dethroned to whirl of waltzers.
Stiff sea breeze roughed her candy-floss hair.
Sauce for the Chips
Greetings from sunny Clacton!
This long weekend is on its way:
we met these swingers on the pier
and had our tea with them.
They’re down at the holiday camp, near
where your Becky used...
#sea
#ghosts
#nostalgia #Britain
#nostalgia #Britain
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3 Comments
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
6th Dec 2022 9:12pm
6th Dec 2022 9:12pm
The Ferrers
I need to take myself off the lead -
to roam as if my home is as unimportant
as a dogs breed when they bound
then paw at my feet.
I need to take these soles
and smith them for walking,
to beat wings like pheasants
grown from chick,
aching in the hedgerows,
little concept, little sense,
but no one minds,
no, no one cares.
I need the flush in my velvet cheeks,
cob stained to the sleeves,
a tree that I claim
is the most Godly I've seen
yet to undress - full of sweat
to a shower quite warm, ...
to roam as if my home is as unimportant
as a dogs breed when they bound
then paw at my feet.
I need to take these soles
and smith them for walking,
to beat wings like pheasants
grown from chick,
aching in the hedgerows,
little concept, little sense,
but no one minds,
no, no one cares.
I need the flush in my velvet cheeks,
cob stained to the sleeves,
a tree that I claim
is the most Godly I've seen
yet to undress - full of sweat
to a shower quite warm, ...
#identity
#confessional
#Britain
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1 Comment
ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th Dec 2022 7:58pm
5th Dec 2022 7:58pm
Biblical Winter
Winter stuff
-
iii.
And when the Moon
eats herself in Nazareth
and leaves the sky with one
and only one bright star
we will walk the way of Romans.
Gregory will go rewriting
all of pagan truth
in white, the Saxon beat
losing heat for God,
sins upon the torches,
psalms upon our palms,
we will walk toward one,
just one and holy light
who touches every tree,
anoints our fresh Bethlehem
and when the book
has become The Book
we will know our fortune
not in the earth beneath our...
-
iii.
And when the Moon
eats herself in Nazareth
and leaves the sky with one
and only one bright star
we will walk the way of Romans.
Gregory will go rewriting
all of pagan truth
in white, the Saxon beat
losing heat for God,
sins upon the torches,
psalms upon our palms,
we will walk toward one,
just one and holy light
who touches every tree,
anoints our fresh Bethlehem
and when the book
has become The Book
we will know our fortune
not in the earth beneath our...
#identity
#religion
#faith
#historical
#Britain
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Pinkdreams
Poem Published
26th Nov 2022 4:41pm
26th Nov 2022 4:41pm
Ozzy Osbourne, Voice of Reason
Ozzy wants to go home
says the gun violence in America
is *ucking crazy
he wonders how many more school children
are going to be killed
how many more concert goers open fired on
like in Las Vegas
he's "fed up"
with people getting killed every day
Ozzy Osbourne has more sense
than half of America
"There's nothing united anymore
about the United States"
wisely states the former Sabbath frontman
with an unusually wild past
"America has changed so drastically"
Eccentric old Ozzy
sees the...
says the gun violence in America
is *ucking crazy
he wonders how many more school children
are going to be killed
how many more concert goers open fired on
like in Las Vegas
he's "fed up"
with people getting killed every day
Ozzy Osbourne has more sense
than half of America
"There's nothing united anymore
about the United States"
wisely states the former Sabbath frontman
with an unusually wild past
"America has changed so drastically"
Eccentric old Ozzy
sees the...
#violence
#America
#music #Britain
#music #Britain
367 reads
25 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
31st Oct 2022 2:25am
31st Oct 2022 2:25am
had nothing against science ..
folk lore always decreed
Arthur was king, the
green man is hope of the
coming of spring, and
there are fairies and elves and goblins, and giants
Arthur was king, the
green man is hope of the
coming of spring, and
there are fairies and elves and goblins, and giants
#mythology
#Britain
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1 Comment
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
24th Oct 2022 00:09am
24th Oct 2022 00:09am
prejudices harden
don’t get up to very much
these days; have loads of things to say, but very few worth
the saying that, kay saw a
fox in the garden which we hoped might see off the rats ..
these days; have loads of things to say, but very few worth
the saying that, kay saw a
fox in the garden which we hoped might see off the rats ..
#Britain
145 reads
0 Comments
dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
17th Sep 2022 00:49am
17th Sep 2022 00:49am
soft power, I’m thinking
this whole queuing thing is all about showing the sixty two odd million sitting
at home what they’re missing ..
at home what they’re missing ..
#Britain
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1 Comment
DU Poetry : Poems About Britain Seeking Honest Critique
