Long Poems About Britain
#Britain
fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
23rd Jul 2024 8:04pm
Life Lessons pt 4 (Revelations)
(It did not rain all the time in London. The sidewalks were cleaner. Older Londoners love to have tea with milk and cookies. I remember there was also a thing about flowers in the front yard and it had to look better than someone else’s)
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
This was our last week in the UK. David and I were allowed to see each other as long as there was an adult nearby.
My sister and I and the other cousins went to meet up with some of their friends from school. These are the same bunch of girls that offered me the cigarette.
The one who announced loving the...
#Britain
#fiction
#summer
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fianaturie8
Fia Naturie
Fia Naturie
Poem Published
21st Jul 2024 11:44pm
21st Jul 2024 11:44pm
Life Lessons pt 2 (England)
One year later, turning fourteen should not be a pivotal point in anyone’s life. Spoke too soon.
Mom told me and my sister we were all going to England to visit family for the summer. We did not know how to feel since we had never met them before. We left when the sun was setting in the city. It was a beautiful site to see through the small circular window of the plane.
She gave both of us a piece of gum and we thought that was strange since we both have braces and are not allowed to eat it normally.
“Chew it and swallow when we take off. It will help with...
Mom told me and my sister we were all going to England to visit family for the summer. We did not know how to feel since we had never met them before. We left when the sun was setting in the city. It was a beautiful site to see through the small circular window of the plane.
She gave both of us a piece of gum and we thought that was strange since we both have braces and are not allowed to eat it normally.
“Chew it and swallow when we take off. It will help with...
#Britain
#family
#fiction
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
19th Apr 2024 8:58pm
19th Apr 2024 8:58pm
Hymn to Druids
That Midsummer evening
I crossed Salisbury Plain on foot
thousands of people
bag checks
sniffer dogs
they blurred into the background
as I saw them there—
the great sarsens, sentry in the Earth
yoked to one another, some toppled
I pressed desperate palms against them
and soaked in all I’d imagined
in every documentary
every school book
felt those blue stones reverberate
as women in red sang melodies
harmonising with the sunset
and the darkness...
I crossed Salisbury Plain on foot
thousands of people
bag checks
sniffer dogs
they blurred into the background
as I saw them there—
the great sarsens, sentry in the Earth
yoked to one another, some toppled
I pressed desperate palms against them
and soaked in all I’d imagined
in every documentary
every school book
felt those blue stones reverberate
as women in red sang melodies
harmonising with the sunset
and the darkness...
#Britain
#pagan
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1 Comment
Northern_Soul
Poem Published
17th Apr 2024 9:05am
17th Apr 2024 9:05am
Hymn to The White Spring
In the beginning I saw nothing
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
eyes furiously adjusting
between day and night
a woman held my hand down
those gnarled stone steps
as I teetered on the edge
of nerves and darkness
then, as if a dimmer switch
gently illuminated sight:
hundreds of candles
moss covered horns
a huge central pool carved
out of simplistic stone
overflowing with spring water.
I sat a little.
Watched naked humans climb
in and out of that...
#God
#pagan
#magic #Britain
#magic #Britain
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
10th Apr 2024 9:24am
Hymn to the Maiden
There are fields in the mind
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
endless fields stained in gold
where I’d lay in the harvest,
stalks erect beneath the sun
listening to the gentle chatter
of seeds shivering in their husks.
Anglia grew wheat, and hops
and rapeseed. Settlements
built on boggy fens and
Roman rule
and so I’d lay gazing at the sky
dreaming of coins and rings
and treasures laying dormant
inches below the soil, thinking ...
#teens
#childhood
#pagan #Britain
#pagan #Britain
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Northern_Soul
Poem Published
2nd Apr 2024 9:36am
2nd Apr 2024 9:36am
Hymn to Cernunnos
I threw up in the alley
shortly after leaving the car.
It was a mixture of things—
the smell of the place for one,
how my stomach lurched
the second I turned a corner
to see that old market cross
standing in the square
and there it was
the old flat rented out
in somebody else’s name,
the carpet shop quite gone
replaced with books
and barbers.
I looked up at the window.
Where [x] happened.
That thing.
I still can’t speak its...
shortly after leaving the car.
It was a mixture of things—
the smell of the place for one,
how my stomach lurched
the second I turned a corner
to see that old market cross
standing in the square
and there it was
the old flat rented out
in somebody else’s name,
the carpet shop quite gone
replaced with books
and barbers.
I looked up at the window.
Where [x] happened.
That thing.
I still can’t speak its...
#pagan
#Britain
#DomesticViolence
158 reads
2 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
18th Jan 2023 6:56pm
18th Jan 2023 6:56pm
On The Buses
On The Buses is a British sitcom. It is one of the very best Britcoms that has ever been made. It aired from 1969 to 1973 and seventy-four episodes were made. Three movies were also made about this show. They are titled "On The Buses", "Mutiny On The Buses" and "Holiday On The Buses". Sadly, all of the cast members of that sitcom are deceased.
Reg Varney starred as Stan Butler. He died on November 16, 2008 after having a chest infection. He was ninety-two years old. Varney was in his fifties when he started starring in "On The Buses", but he wore make-up to make him look like he...
Reg Varney starred as Stan Butler. He died on November 16, 2008 after having a chest infection. He was ninety-two years old. Varney was in his fifties when he started starring in "On The Buses", but he wore make-up to make him look like he...
#Britain
#nonfiction
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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
201 reads
3 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 11:23pm
15th Jan 2022 11:23pm
Sanford and Steptoe and Son
It has been fifty years since Sanford and Son was first broadcast on TV. It ran for six seasons and 136 episodes. The very first episode aired on January 14, 1972. It's hard to believe that it has been five decades since that sitcom was first broadcast.
What certain people may not know is that Sanford and Son was based on a British sitcom called Steptoe and Son. Fred Sanford was based on Albert Steptoe and Lamont Sanford was based on Harold Steptoe. But Fred and Lamont Sanford were portrayed by black actors. Albert and Harold Steptoe were portrayed by white actors.
Some...
What certain people may not know is that Sanford and Son was based on a British sitcom called Steptoe and Son. Fred Sanford was based on Albert Steptoe and Lamont Sanford was based on Harold Steptoe. But Fred and Lamont Sanford were portrayed by black actors. Albert and Harold Steptoe were portrayed by white actors.
Some...
#anniversary
#Britain
#nonfiction
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
4th Jan 2022 1:00pm
4th Jan 2022 1:00pm
Peter Davison's 40th Anniversary As The Doctor
I began watching the classic Doctor Who TV show in early 1984. I was only twelve years old at the time. The first episodes that I watched were Tom Baker episodes. I've always been a huge fan of the classic Doctor Who, but I'm certainly not a fan of the new Doctor Who.
It was forty years ago today when part one of Peter Davison's first Doctor Who episode aired. It aired on January 4, 1982. His first episode is titled "Castrovalva". At the time, Davison was the youngest actor to play the role of The Doctor. He was only thirty when he was chosen for the role in 1981. He was the fifth...
It was forty years ago today when part one of Peter Davison's first Doctor Who episode aired. It aired on January 4, 1982. His first episode is titled "Castrovalva". At the time, Davison was the youngest actor to play the role of The Doctor. He was only thirty when he was chosen for the role in 1981. He was the fifth...
#anniversary
#Britain
#nonfiction
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Alfie_Shoyger
Poem Published
12th Jul 2020 7:58am
12th Jul 2020 7:58am
The Stokes Croft Riot
Black flags fly from the free-shop window.
Below, a girl who eats no flesh
cradles rolls of rat-cage mesh.
A burst of Caribbean lingo.
A metal sheet across the door
of what was once an anarchist bookshop.
Workmen whistle on the rooftop
of a cobwebbed Polish store.
A waft of cider pressed from plums.
Dreadlocks held in place by pencils
flow beneath a Banksy stencil
of teddy-bears with petrol-bombs.
A mother and three freckled children
munch on processed Cornish pasties.
A bunch of banjo-strumming crusties ...
Below, a girl who eats no flesh
cradles rolls of rat-cage mesh.
A burst of Caribbean lingo.
A metal sheet across the door
of what was once an anarchist bookshop.
Workmen whistle on the rooftop
of a cobwebbed Polish store.
A waft of cider pressed from plums.
Dreadlocks held in place by pencils
flow beneath a Banksy stencil
of teddy-bears with petrol-bombs.
A mother and three freckled children
munch on processed Cornish pasties.
A bunch of banjo-strumming crusties ...
#nature
#Britain
#rebellion #rhyming
#rebellion #rhyming
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2 Comments
MatthewConrad
Poem Published
7th Jun 2020 11:17pm
7th Jun 2020 11:17pm
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as the world was gearing up to:
it's usual... i decided to stop smoking...
and find the crucial difference
between iggy pop &
tom waits...
ever since: my blue valentine...
of the latter...
i never quiet took off from the stooges -
until of course: the bowie years...
of the former...
an exercise in freedom of speech -
blunt knife politico -
molotov cocktail thrown into
a cesspit -
and...
here's to going to bed by 12am. ...
it's usual... i decided to stop smoking...
and find the crucial difference
between iggy pop &
tom waits...
ever since: my blue valentine...
of the latter...
i never quiet took off from the stooges -
until of course: the bowie years...
of the former...
an exercise in freedom of speech -
blunt knife politico -
molotov cocktail thrown into
a cesspit -
and...
here's to going to bed by 12am. ...
#America
#Britain
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Britain
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