Peter Bolton Poems

There were once two brothers, princes both
Who, on their father’s death, shared his kingdom as he directed.
Thus Halbert took the flat country of Höannia
With its rich farmland and booming towns,
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King Farrald only had but one child, the Princess Melinta.
As she grew, the princess was taught how to deal with matters of state for she was first in line to the throne.
However, with customary foolishness the augurs were consulted on her birth.
They forecast that one day a nobleman would claim her as his bride
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Okay.
There was this young bloke called Vellin, whose father was in business.
He wanted to marry a lass called Melna, a poor girl from a rough estate who had no parents.
Trouble was that Vellin’s father, Belforzan, had gone bust so they couldn’t get married.
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The prophet Morab lived on the top of Mount Solon.
There he kept the tablets that were God’s law.
But in the city, where the people dwelled, Albanoun the high priest had built a temple of magnificent proportions to the glory of God and himself.
He thought, ‘It is not meet for the law to be separated from those who should obey it.’ Therefore he sent a messenger up the mountain demanding that the tablets be sent down into his care.
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There was a barber called Andrea Polo,
Brother of some famous traveller.
His beard grew very long because he couldn’t afford a good mirror.
One day he decided that enough was enough.
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One ship is shown, sailing with proud sails;
Blue and white waves move gently across the screen.

“There is a ship that sails the seas.
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There was a boy who, not having dedicated himself sufficiently to his studies,
Left school with no qualifications whatsoever.
One thing he had learned, however, was some skill in playing the violin.
His name was Tarlin.
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There was a boy who lived in the city,
His name was Millet.
His mother often shopped in the market,
From whence she would bring home a large green fruit,
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.... The hills ended, but before her rolled more of the same,
Rearing up in the distance into towering spires of snow and ice,
Stretching as far as her mind could wander.
In between was the gate,
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The train leaves the station and it carries her on towards the end of the line.
She sees the fine palaces, elaborate with futurist arabesque,
And the green parks over which the views are splendid.
The carriage windows are large, a travelling conservatory,
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