Poems About: LONDON

No one believes: in that well worn saying
It'll be all right on the night

Mention the five rings read more »

I have no words to say; I am but a man
a wildfire destined to burn out
I am crippled by the weight, the weight of the sonnet of silence
The words, I have no use read more »

Pius the street nuisance, old and grey,

Every heartbeat he seemed to pray, read more »

Under London’s busy streets forgotten rivers run:
Westbourne. Holbourne and the Fleet, all shielded from the sun,
Springing from the ancient fonts, which once the city took
To succour thirsty thousands, who built beside the brook. read more »

On almost the incendiary eve
Of several near deaths,
When one at the great least of your best loved
And always known must leave read more »

Contemplating Hell, as I once heard it,
My brother Shelley found it to be a place
Much like the city of London. I,
Who do not live in London, but in Los Angeles, read more »

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
where did you go?
Meow, I went to London
to look sports show. read more »

Pussy cat, Pussy cat
where did you go?
Meow, I went to London
to look sports show. read more »

My heart is as big as a London Bus
Some buy a ticket; some travel free
For all there are seats right next to me
My heart is as big as a London Bus read more »

Oh Mary this London's a wonderful sight
With people here workin' by day and by night
They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street read more »

A period of extreme poverty of the lower working classes
As they worked to the death the rich sat politely on their arses
London’s poor tried to scrape a living doing jobs the devil created
As the rich sat at their windows laughing at the pitiful souls they hated read more »

"Clunton and Clunbury,
Clungunford and Clun,
Are the quietest places
Under the sun." read more »