Poems About Britain Seeking Honest Critique
#Britain
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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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
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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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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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ImperfectedStone
The Gardener
The Gardener
Poem Published
5th Dec 2022 7:58pm
5th Dec 2022 7:58pm
Biblical Winter
Winter stuff
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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
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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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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
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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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Casted_Runes
Mr Karswell
Mr Karswell
Poem Published
13th Sep 2022 12:46pm
13th Sep 2022 12:46pm
The Firm
Presided over nature tamed
and kept within its ken.
A stone’s throw from Hyde Park,
a long approach, and barriers assumed
as much as planted in the ground.
And what was it she came to figurehead?
A ratfish nest of racial purity,
sexual perversion, egotistical
ravings of men in tailcoats,
and gussied blandishments of wives.
and kept within its ken.
A stone’s throw from Hyde Park,
a long approach, and barriers assumed
as much as planted in the ground.
And what was it she came to figurehead?
A ratfish nest of racial purity,
sexual perversion, egotistical
ravings of men in tailcoats,
and gussied blandishments of wives.
#grief
#satirical
#PopCulture #Britain
#PopCulture #Britain
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SatInUGal
Kumar
Kumar
Poem Published
14th Apr 2022 8:38pm
14th Apr 2022 8:38pm
4/13/22
My love is an anachronism
Space time wrinkle caused a schism
UK sent its best to quell
Colonizer clown from hell
Put like this I understand
How things could never go as planned
Your daughter had to end up crazy
All his traits so big and lazy
Now you need someone like you
To take the old and make it new
To fertilize your tired mind
I offer you my great behind
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
Space time wrinkle caused a schism
UK sent its best to quell
Colonizer clown from hell
Put like this I understand
How things could never go as planned
Your daughter had to end up crazy
All his traits so big and lazy
Now you need someone like you
To take the old and make it new
To fertilize your tired mind
I offer you my great behind
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
#rhyming
#historical
#Britain #NaPoWriMo2022
#Britain #NaPoWriMo2022
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dartford
Paul S...
Paul S...
Poem Published
19th Mar 2022 1:21am
19th Mar 2022 1:21am
post brexit
I miss the Polish shops and the Polish woman in our local Costa who’d serve us coffee with compassion, but who is no longer here. I couldn’t afford the biscuits, but seeing I had little money she’d say, just take one, my dear
#Britain
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