Poems About: LONDON

Eleanor, Karl’s daughter died
a Jewess and a suicide.
How sad the combination. Patriarchs
are perilous, and Marx read more »

An’ SO ’e’s dead in London,
An’ answered to the call,
An’ trotted through the Long Street,
With ’earse an’ plumes an’ all? read more »

Listening to ' Beatles Sunday Morning'
Reminds me of a foggy London memory.......
Spent nine hours on a plane from JFK
Some years ago back in the 60's read more »

Irish man of letters Oscar Wilde
On him fame and fortune smiled
He won glory and renown
Beyond the sea in London Town. read more »

Mr. Smiggs was a gentleman,
And he lived in London town;
His wife she was a good kind soul,
And seldom known to frown. read more »

Every old man I see
Reminds me of my father
When he had fallen in love with death
One time when sheaves were gathered. read more »

Why is there no monument
To Porridge in our land?
It it's good enough to eat,
It's good enough to stand! read more »

The sun has long been set,
The stars are out by twos and threes,
The little birds are piping yet
Among the bushes and the trees; read more »

Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes!
In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose,
Andhat upon his head, to church he goes;
As oft, with conscious pride, he downward throws read more »

They had a cook with them who stood alone For boiling chicken with a marrow-bone, Sharp flavouring powder and a spice for savour. He could disting ... read more »

You soothe my heart, Immersing my body
in your love.Gently you bathe my soul.
Washing away past pain.You centralise
my feeling without words that many believe read more »

Last night in London Airport
I saw a wooden bin
labelled UNWANTED LITERATURE
IS TO BE PLACED HEREIN. read more »