Historical Poems
#historical
Historical poems, poetry about the past. Poems inspired by, and offering analysis on, important events in history.
(my) Nymphs Reply To The Shepherd
Since all the world and love is one
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
and truth issues from your glib tongue,
and maiden's wiles your chance improve
I'll live with you and be your love.
And I shall dance and your words sing
for your delight, each gay morning,
and be your muse though nag you so
you Will outwrite that upstart crow!
But I'd rather have a divan bed
than those roses that you have said,
you forgot the thorns, I suppose,
they'd not do much for our repose...
And I'm not sure 'bout those hard rocks
so pull...
#inspirational
#rhyming
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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Mother of all Feasties
In days of Yore when knights were bold
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
and shopping was mostly, local,
the huswifes chores or so I'm told
we're pretty much all, in total...
She'd scrub and boil and mend and make
and grub out the mangle wurtzles,
and mill and milk and brew and bake
and make soup from poor dead turtles.
She'd brew and bake with Godisgoode
those indigenous wild yeasties,
that can be found world round my loves
to make the Mother of all, feasties...
#alcohol
#food
#fiction
#historical
#nonfiction
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Futuristic past
Do me like margarine
Melt me a brick
Im bart simpson 9 11 is picked
Bars and prisons heaven is bliss
The stars glisten over my head
A super nova explosion a moon like glowing over my head
Can you be a tomb of human sacrifice
Mooses are huge be a traffic light
Do you Really do save the world or cast a fight
Cain N able have to fight
Advance on satalights
Put it on a fish bone and pay the tickit
Cook it with the soda get to fishing
Hook you like j hova flip a chicken
Im jerked out i did the mission
A poem for whats...
Melt me a brick
Im bart simpson 9 11 is picked
Bars and prisons heaven is bliss
The stars glisten over my head
A super nova explosion a moon like glowing over my head
Can you be a tomb of human sacrifice
Mooses are huge be a traffic light
Do you Really do save the world or cast a fight
Cain N able have to fight
Advance on satalights
Put it on a fish bone and pay the tickit
Cook it with the soda get to fishing
Hook you like j hova flip a chicken
Im jerked out i did the mission
A poem for whats...
#historical
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The Blankety Blank Song
I knew an engineer and before he died,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, ...
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
I knew an engineer and before he died,
he told me a tale and opened my eyes wide
and I've no reason to believe he lied.
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump.
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump,
He had a wife with a blank so wide,
Ah-rump, titty-rump, titty-rump, ...
#rhyming
#fiction
#lyrics
#funny
#historical
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Mrs Shakespeare, gripes
Your pen has admirable addictions '
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
Me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
writes Will's goodwife ' for a batchelorship,
you clutch tight, employment's invitation,
Me? Mere kitchenwenched to your brats, gossiped
By fly-bitten lewdsters, my name besmirched
in Shottery, birthplace of Susanna,
you may mind, when we were but six month wed!
I've tried honeytonguing you and pander
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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Oh Philomina!
#funny
#historical
#culture #passion
#culture #passion
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being british
the peas were
hard and as
for the lamb shanks ..
is everything
alright, sir
fine, thanks
hard and as
for the lamb shanks ..
is everything
alright, sir
fine, thanks
#historical
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I’m sorry, Elgin
he loved the local museum, that exhibited only local
finds
them to be of more interest
than egyptian mummies or greek statues aren’t his thing
but the discovery down
the road of a saxon
hoard
all the marbles you want,
but just don’t give up digging ..
finds
them to be of more interest
than egyptian mummies or greek statues aren’t his thing
but the discovery down
the road of a saxon
hoard
all the marbles you want,
but just don’t give up digging ..
#historical
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Troll
Reading “poison pen” mysteries
from the Golden Age makes
you realise how painstaking it was
to troll someone way back when.
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
In their grandparents’ day you had
to handwrite and make trips to the pillar box,
and keep your wits as wise as any fox…
just so your tongue could be let loose to wag,
and call the neighbour’s wife a slag.
from the Golden Age makes
you realise how painstaking it was
to troll someone way back when.
Kids today don’t know they’re born.
In their grandparents’ day you had
to handwrite and make trips to the pillar box,
and keep your wits as wise as any fox…
just so your tongue could be let loose to wag,
and call the neighbour’s wife a slag.
#technology
#books
#funny #historical
#funny #historical
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Time after time
The elephant in the room speaks to the fly on the wall. Passing secrets of the ageless, as memorials fall. Dreams holding more material than a museum full of malls, opens it's doors to restore and awaken us all. In an Instagram that flashes, it's messages in stashes. It will be the passive serving pastor, leading past all false masters. The faster time times, the closer the rapture. Harmony and peace is the peaking that follows here after...
#historical
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old films of the forties and fifties
do you remember those old films where the detective always wore an overcoat
whether it was cold or raining or
not
and preferably with a trilby on his head
mostly shot
in black and white
everything always seemed to turn out alright
but now he’s dead
whether it was cold or raining or
not
and preferably with a trilby on his head
mostly shot
in black and white
everything always seemed to turn out alright
but now he’s dead
#historical
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Richard III
I need a new arch-villain to rouse me
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns, entowered, to wrench hearts,
an inconvenient fixture of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final divorce, by knife...
...
from my foppish slugabed addiction,
to castigate my fist, grown right weary
through my poor lacklustre, ruminations.
Though who matters not, batty or bloodstained.
I've a Prince in mind, Richard of Gloucester,
malicious and twisted, hunchbacked, at pains
to elbow his way, brutally, to power...
With two wee bairns, entowered, to wrench hearts,
an inconvenient fixture of a wife,
to shed, to warm his feet at the kings hearth,
with a bloody final divorce, by knife...
...
#fiction
#sonnet
#historical
#WilliamShakespeare
#nonfiction
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