Poems About: LONDON

There's a barrel-organ carolling across a golden street
In the City as the sun sinks low;
And the music's not immortal; but the world has made it sweet
And fulfilled it with the sunset glow; read more »

LONDON, thou art of townes A per se.
   Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight,
Of high renoun, riches and royaltie;
   Of lordis, barons, and many a goodly knyght; read more »

A famous poet and artist
~~Cicely Mary Barker~~
born in London eighteen ninety-five
died in London age seventy-eight read more »

As I walked through London,
The fresh wound burning in my breast,
As I walked through London, read more »

'London's burning, London's burning,
fetch the books, Fahrenheit 451'

The inmates gawk from our ward's window, read more »

They can’t hear in West o’ London, where the worst dine with the best—
Deaf to all save lies and laughter, they can’t hear in London West— read more »

London, six o'clock in June, two-o-o-five:

These streets were built in nineteen-five or thereabouts
in unimaginative grid, on London clay and previous watercress beds read more »

AH, London! London! our delight,
Great flower that opens but at night,
Great City of the midnight sun,
Whose day begins when day is done. read more »

A Tribute To The Policemen Of Englands Capital

Here in my cosy corner,
Before a blazing log, read more »

Early morning after a thunderous night
I can breathe easy.
If I'm quiet I may hear the sound of birdsong.
Sometimes there is a mist. read more »

There's people talking
They talk about me
They know my name
They think they know everything read more »

(One day during the wee hours of the morning I had the following dream and what happened at the end of it? Read. Date of composition 25/08/1987) .
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Busy streets fled past me read more »