A Punk : Poem
A punk ignites the revolutionary Pierces the armor of Darwin’s reality The audience expects a capricious morning glory Avoiding cypress trails of social inhospitality Flash-burned fingers mingle over...
View ArticleSpeak Your Truth : Poem
Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and...
View ArticleThe Lewes Rouser Squib
The Lewes Rouser . . Time was when, in the minds of men, I were a thing of joy untold. My memories ring when I reigned as king, In the bygone days of old. Oh! I whizzed through the night in a fiery...
View ArticleBonfire Poem
Fireworks light up the dark Sussex skies Flaming Banner ablaze, a magnificent sight Costumes of many brighten up the march to the sound of the Pipe Band and the Banging of Drums. Whizzing Fireworks...
View ArticleAuld Lang Syne : English
Auld Lang Syne, Robert (Robbie) Burns, 1788 + + English Version + + *Video: auld lang syne Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old...
View ArticleAuld Lang Syne : Scots
Auld Lang Syne, Robert (Robbie) Burns, 1788 + + Original Scots Version + + Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And auld lang syne? CHORUS:...
View ArticleBonfire Prayers
Bonfire Prayers Remember, remember the Fifth of November The Gunpowder Treason and plot, I see no reason why Gunpowder Treason Should ever be forgot. Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes ’twas his intent To blow up...
View ArticleSussex Won`t Be Druv
SOME FOLKS AS COMES TO SUSSEX, THEY RECKONS AS THEY KNOWS A DARN SIGHT BETTER WHAT TO DO THEN SILLY FOLKS LIKE ME AND YOU COULD POSSIBLY SUPPOSE. BUT THEM AS COMES TO SUSSEX, THEY MUSTN`T PUSH AND...
View ArticleIn Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short...
View ArticleWe Shall Keep The Faith
Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields, Sleep sweet – to rise anew! We caught the torch you threw And holding high, we keep the Faith With All who died. We cherish, too, the poppy red That grows on...
View ArticleBonfire Night Poem
Guy Fawkes is burning on the fire, All the fireworks are getting higher. Burgers, hotdogs and a portion of chips, I’m licking the ketchup that’s all over my lips. Smoke is starting to get in my eye,...
View ArticleFirework Night Of 2001
Fireworks bang Bonfire sizzle Laughter breaks through A November drizzle Sparklers burn down Right down to the core A sound of disappointment But wait there is more The fireworks ended It’s time to go...
View ArticleAcrostic Poem
Bangers bang in the sky Boom !!! Oh !! what lovely sparkles None of the babies like the sound Fireworks flash in the night I watch the fireworks and fantastic flames Rushing rockets rush in the air...
View ArticleA Poem For Sparklers
Sparklers shine silver and gold Sparklers spin round and round It makes your eyes go funny Sparklers spitting coloured fire Sparklers can’t always be safe You need to wear some gloves Sparklers are...
View ArticleAcrostic Poems
Bombs go Bang !!! Out of the window I watch Noises make me frightened Flames go very high I am very happy Rockets zoom Everyone is looking at the fireworks. Burhan Class 3 Bangers bang in the sky Boom...
View ArticleFifth November Poem
Please to remember The Fifth of November, Gunpowder treason and plot; I see no reason Why gunpowder treason Should ever be forgot. Guy, guy, guy! Stick him up on high; Hang him on a lamp post And leave...
View ArticleBonfire Night Poem
Fireworks go off Wake you up in the night! Can’t sleep… Too much noise: Sparklers and rockets Make you jump. Colours, pinks and reds and yellows Light up the sky; My bedroom is dark The fireworks Flash...
View ArticleRemember The Vifth
Remember, remember the Vifth of November Gunpowder, treason and plot, Pray tell me the reason why Gunpowder treason, Should iver be vorgot. Our Quane’s a valiant Zawlger. Car’s her blunderbus on her...
View ArticleBonfire Night Poem
I watch the yellows and reds Leaping up at the smouldering guy, Oh the reds Oh the oranges The gigantic flames leaping higher than high Then suddenly, An enormous bang Spilling wonderful colours into...
View ArticleBonfire Night Poem
Look at the big Rocket, Mother, Leaving burning, fairy flowers Showering from the skies. Watch the Roman Candle, Mother, See it shoot and spark, Why! There’s fiery, golden rain, Patterns in the dark....
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