Open Poetry #49 |
Jewel Of The Isles |
Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
Willows weeping, lovers sleeping British breezes never rest O'er the isles in slumbers keeping This shall be my solemn quest Where my feet do trod the thresholds Of the maidens fair and few When in London, pray the natives Lay your efforts as they do For where the dawn shall meet you kindly There the wise man's flag will flail Union Jack will then discover Masts at half, yet full to sail ...just bein' Bluesy |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
quote: This is special to me. I have my on interpretation. I hope mine is the correct one. May the flag always wave. ~*~ It's not that the man did not know how to juggle, he just didn't have the balls to do it. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Reminiscent of the style of "Old Iron Sides" You write like a master. Lori |
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Jack Napes Member
since 2014-02-22
Posts 290Phaedra's Womb |
The mad dogs and Englishmen will love it! Touch, but don't look |
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