Poems About: LONDON

A splendid place is London, with golden store,
For them that have the heart and hope and youth galore;
But mournful are its streets to me, I tell you true,
For I'm longing sore for Ireland in the foggy dew. read more »

He came to the desert of London town
Gray miles long;
He wandered up and he wandered down,
Singing a quiet song. read more »

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

I just want to go home,
I want to go there
Where I was loved and cherished
To an extent I couldnt bare. read more »

Fresh summer evenings, shop windows, fancy dresses,
theatres buzzing with crowds,
coffee aroma from cafe doorways. read more »

'ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!' they tell you--
Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you.
Roses, roses, red in the Kensington sun, read more »

I love thee, London! for thy many men,
And for thy mighty deeds and scenes of glory;
For all great thoughts and things into thy story read more »

The plane landed now,
This is the first to see,
London, an England, heart. read more »

Stronger Than Me

Sauterne princess
sauvignon (so-vee-yan) wine read more »

(A moment captured whilst travelling from East Sussex on July 7th 2005 after having heard of the London bombings just before we left. And having heard that Brighton Station had been closed because of Terrorists, thankful we were driving home. Yet having thoughts of what others were facing driving into London as they drove home from their daily work.)

The omnipotent one looked out of a cloud with his celestial eye
A ray of sunlight, beamed down from the heavenly one on high read more »

Far down from the thunder
And rush of the street,
Flow Westbourne and Tyebourne
And Effra and Fleet, read more »

What ails my senses thus to cheat?
What is it ails the place,
That all the people in the street
Should wear one woman's face? read more »