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The English Abroad

  This poem was written for our pub poetry group at  The Barking Dog . The theme, with it being held on St George's Day, was England/The English. I hope you enjoy reading it! The English Abroad (An ode to Flanders and Swann) The English are best.  The English are best. The English are coming; we're impeccable guests. All of the others are rude, foreign pests. The English, the English, the English are best. The lads are on tour And it’s the girls’ big weekender And dad and his golf mates are off on a bender. The English are best.  The English are best. We're off on our jollies, in need of a rest. Sun, beer and sex is our only request. The English, the English, the English are best. We’re off on a plane to your unspoilt land and we'll speak LOUDLY and  S-L-O-W-L-Y  SO YOU'LL UNDERSTAND. THE ENGLISH  ARE  BEST. THE ENGLISH  ARE  BEST. On holiday, we're always impeccably dressed. We'll turn up at the restaurant in flip-flops and a vest. The ...

Vigil

This poem was written for our monthly church poetry group at St Michael's. The themes to choose from were a Red Sky, Easter or A Waste of Time. This one touched all three. Happy Easter to you! Vigil The sky turned red. At three o'clock he breathed his last as it turned black. It has been hours, with no light since  My sun, my moon, my stars, my Prince. I will stay here, though it is late  I will wait for dawn to break  I will wait for light to be  I will wait until I see  the shadows on the ground again  Our hill,  their  cross, my hangéd man. I'll wait until the sky is blue  I will wait 'til I see you with your body now drained of life  how could there be a better sight  as soon, there'll be an empty cross and who, then, will know to mourn this loss? The grief, the hurt, the pain, regret;  all these things they will forget. Time will all these things destroy  In time, their tears will turn to joy. Passover will turn ...