"calais" poems
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration; the broad sun
Is sinking down in its tranquillity;
The gentleness of heaven broods o’er the sea:
Listen! the mighty Being is awake,
And doth with his eternal motion make
A sound like thunder—everlastingly.
Dear Child! dear Girl! that walkest with me here,
If thou appear untouch’d by solemn thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
Thou liest in Abraham’s ***** all the year;
And worshipp’st at the Temple’s inner shrine,
God being with thee when we know it not.
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Swimming the English Channel,
struggling to make it to Calais,
I swam into Laura halfway across.
My body oiled for warmth,
black rubber cap on my head,
eyes hidden behind goggles,
I was exhausted, ready to drown,
when I saw her coming toward me,
bobbing up and down between waves,
effortlessly doing a breaststroke,
heading for Dover. Treading water
I asked in French if she spoke English,
and she said, "Yes, I'm an American."
I said, "Hey, me too," then asked her out for coffee.
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Paris sits at a heart-shaped table, her lamplight eyes dimming for the morning. She pumps a tube of mascara, yawning.
“Oi!”
Paris jumps, troubled by the noise. “Oh no. Not you.” She says, blusher brush poised.
London doffs his rooftops like ten million battered bowlers.
“Nice to see you too. Not a morning girl, eh?”
Paris shakes her lovely head in a flurry of churchbells. “For you mon cher, there’s no right time of day.”
(The Channel chuckles, unsettling ships, as Dover reclines in her cloud of talc and giggles like a tickled bluebird.)
London utters a swearword. “You don’t like me, do you?”
“You’re not fit to lick my shoe.” Paris scowls, adjusting the Eiffel Tower until it sits slap-bang in the middle of her head like a crown.
“What hard work you are!” London howls, slamming a fist into the Serpentine.
Calais shrugs his trees, bored. “Mon dieu – get a room.”
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 9:53 AM UTC
Napoleon shifted,
Restless in the old sarcophagus
And murmured to a watchguard:
"Who goes there?"
"Twenty-one million men,
Soldiers, armies, guns,
Twenty-one million
Afoot, horseback,
In the air,
Under the sea."
And Napoleon turned to his sleep:
"It is not my world answering;
It is some dreamer who knows not
The world I marched in
From Calais to Moscow."
And he slept on
In the old sarcophagus
While the aeroplanes
Droned their motors
Between Napoleon's mausoleum
And the cool night stars.
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Migrant refugee
a place of temporary
community is everything for
The Afghan, Syrian, Iranian and Africans of all
from the jungle they came, to The Jungle they go.
A place to pass through hope
to go over to Dover and
beyond. Think so fond
of the other side.
Work, new life, peace
and family they seek.
On a journey to travel, men,
women and kids flee from
an evil chasing their race.
They stare death in its
face the whole way.
To leave it all behind in hope
to find that which is true.
Some French help, some unsure,
others come from afar
to serve and ask
"What can I do?"
to find there is nothing but to see.
Some pray and some say
"I will not stay"
after months of waiting
to leave with no more tricks in
their sleeve, oh Lord when
will they believe in this Jesus
who sets all free.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 1:46 AM UTC
*well O... well... O, give me life! i need no beggars of the cyclone to repeat the foundations of seasons and things tectonic! O... well, O! rounded-up by rugby geometrics for an oval symmetry of the orbits... O... might i add - oh? well harp me a sigh with it too - or play me the ******* violins... i too might add my toes in the muddy sands of the Calais of India that's Goa: with toes clenched inward like a grip of a crow, or the antics of a ballerina; indeed Calais, the footnote of the Angevins... tell your integrating dogma to successors of william the conqueror's behaviour, as by-way dehumanising righteously - such the tongue spoken, such the tongue rebelling - via the term identified with utmost against the irish post-stamp claims for a peace treaty: rōnin; no, you be sub-human teaching me the language and then venturing into treating me as a simple cashier - no education system is necessary to craft the near robotic professions! why crave capitalism in the educational system when all might be happier un-educated for the professions the lazy aristocrats intended for them?*
i'll march against your little
utopia...
by god i'll march against your
Parisian Disney fairyland
with teeth clenched and fingernails bit
to a manicure!
for the chastity of white
lacking colours of a rainbow -
since on white an imprint,
and on black an absorption to stack-up
the many lacks of expression.
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 8:42 PM UTC
There won't be many holidays to Europe for sometime.
Calais the gateway is the folly of despair
it's effectively the death knell for a Europe good feel factor
thats why United Kingdom holidays are adequate,
there's enough time to start as soon as possible,
sans health insurance,
We've got our National Health service at the ready,
good hygiene for restaurants and hotels
with enough burgeoning coffee venues
to blow a trumpet.
Love the clouds and the greenery,
longing to return to Ludlow
their restaurants are renowned.
Otherwise, Hampshire, Derbyshire you name it
history, tradition, local accents
Who needs Europe ?
We're free in our own paradise.
Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 3:42 PM UTC
Calais was a small disappointment,
And Ams-too-damn good to be true,
So while the red orb is yet to set,
I'll clear out my debt,
And try to forget,
And gather fresh hope on the morrow new.
Vesoul, that was my destination:
I gave up Quebec and Madrid!
Gladly forsaking old
Constantinople, for
Paris awaited my trip.
But I can't make a living in Bangkok,
With poncy jazzmen such as these.
The coffers of kings are busted and broke,
And my heart craves more
Than ashes and smoke,
So tour Guatemal', if you please.
Goodbye to pretty Latakia,
I turn from your shore with such sorrow.
Your flowery air I long to breathe,
Instead of standing alone in the street;
I want to return in a golden-fringed dream...
And gather fresh hope on the morrow.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
I like to watch the documentaries
The human stories I like those
The Syrian refugees
Stuck in Calais, France
A mother and her son
And the son's leg was injured
The reporter interviewed them
But he had to leave because
The rest of the group didn't
Want them getting attention
They didn't have a way
To make it to England
Some migrants managed to
Get into the back of trucks
The son made jokes
As he had difficulty walking
What a strong person
So I remind myself not to complain
As some people have much harder lives
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
They failed to filch her fine and noble mien
when Anne Boleyn endured the ****** stand.
Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green.
Fifteen thirty three could not foresee
this heinous act by Cromwell’s sinful hand,
yet still they failed to filch her noble mien.
‘Twas Edward sought to sully his regime,
obsessed with sons not gracing merry England.
Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green.
How stealthily does fortune warp the scene.
Betrothed in majesty; so bluntly ******
And yet, they failed to filch her noble mien
The ‘hangman from Calais‘ equipped the scheme.
In haste he struck the deadly blow. Poor Anne!
Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green.
In face of death prevailed a humble queen.
‘God praise the King; long may he rule the land’.
They failed to filch her fine and noble mien
Poor Queen! So swift the sword on Tower Green.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 1:12 PM UTC
Please don’t move to Blackpool
You’ll only waste your time
These are things that I’ve found
To make you change your mind
I spent a year one day in Morecambe
A dreary night in Rhyl
But there’s nowhere worse than Blackpool
And I believe that still
A bunker out in Baghdad
A tent at Calais port
But there’s nowhere worse than Blackpool
The Fylde coasts ugly wart
A cruise ship full of Covid
A plane about to crash
But there’s nowhere worse than Blackpool
It’s ugly & it’s brash.
A cell in Bangkok’s Hilton
Chernobyl’s poisoned land
But there’s nowhere worse than Blackpool
This place I cannot stand
May 24, 2020
May 24, 2020 at 6:01 AM UTC
-faking breaking news
Hurray!
The United Kingdom will become the 51st state of the USA. This decision has not been officially announced yet, but it will soon be done, according to our informal source near Prime Minister dr. Farage. "A newly independent nation needs a strong arm to guide its steps towards prosperity, " our beloved PM recently stated, so this move should not come as a surprise.
Strong support
We all know dr. Farage's sympathy for a strong and straight approach, which has only increased during the past three years of versatile and energetic priority swapping. The tremendous successes of this period were achieved also by the practical and moral support of our American friends. Therefore we are convinced that the proud accession to this successful union of states will re-energise our traditional institutions, thus supplying new vigour to the independence we won in the glorious year 2019.
Just sign
It is expected that mr. Kushner, US secretary of foreign affairs and acting vice-president, will soon invite our beloved PM to sign the treaty. US officials made it clear to us there is no need for the UK to worry about the details.The terms of the treaty will be completely defined at Trump Super Tower; all the UK will have to do is sign. This will help the UK to seamlessly become a highly successful and inseparable part of the prosperous United States.
Highly valuable
The safety of the UK will be guaranteed by the permanent presence of the US navy at Scapa Flow, where joint operations will be performed with Russian or EU fleets. And the Irish will be happy: the Irish border will be effectively removed since many (if not most) Irish people have become Americans long ago, and for many years the Republic of Ireland has been successfully advised by great US-based privately owned firms. These firms, that are also active in the UK, will turn the UK into a highly valuable hub between Europe and the US. For the first time in history EU citizens will be able to reach the USA by car only, via Ireland or the Calais-Dover tunnel. This will also be the preferred access method since public transport, and public services in general, are expected to be dismantled - for the benefit of us all.
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Heroic in the face of fate,
nooses cinched about the nape,
ransomed at the city's gate,
sackcloth their adorning drape.
Bearing keys to England's King,
the six against a town compared.
Bad omens that their death may bring,
thus the burghers' lives were spared.
Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 11:22 AM UTC
How Marjorie dances
cheek by jowl,
we could never be strangers-
her face countenances
with comely candle light .
Parfait Oysters and Rose -
a double diamond of moonlight.
Only in France's nord pas de calais
could we rejoice,
redolent in vintage Boulonge
our hearts aching for one another.
Jun 28, 2013
Jun 28, 2013 at 8:06 PM UTC
The Spanish and the English had been joined in matrimony with a seal of approval and instructions to Prince Philip he was not to try and rule.
In time a Heir would be born to his wife Queen Mary and then order would be restored, Queen Mary who was admired and adored died childless in 1558 leaving her sister as the Heir.
The relationship was a tentative one, holding on by a string, the English plundered Spanish boats and took all of their nice things.
They set their bounty before Her Majesty The Queen and duly she admired and asked for more to be brought to her, she was a greedy squire.
It didn't take long before King Philip of Spain did declare that we would fight the English and stop the robbing Privateers.
Then one day on Plymouth ***
Playing bowls one night, one of these Royal Privateers
Spied a fleet of Spanish ships and ran with all his might
To inform Her Majesty we were under attack
Her Majesty's orders given, we must of course fight back
The Spanish Fleet sailed past Plymouth and dropped anchor off Calais
Storms abrewed and vessels were lost
The Aramada ships scuttled away, returning back from where they had came
Francis Drake was a hero
Her Majesty The Queen was delighted and called him to the Palace where he got down on one knee and was duly knighted.
Jan 21, 2018
Jan 21, 2018 at 5:27 PM UTC
*we're having a referendum in britain to leave the E.U.,
although we didn't join it economically in the full
sense of the words sterling & euro...
so we got our paddles out, and started doing
the blair poodle dance rowing to the east coast
of america, dover-to-calais distance from maine,
and while paddling past iceland bemused.*
i find it unbelievable
that singled out people
in western democracies
always consider themselves
speaking like a consensus
rather than as a veto,
as if they're always backed
up by an alignment of
many shared interests
provided by the vote
(the sly one anonymously
done in a ***** donors'
booth).
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC
I watched you, board the ferry from Calais,
tears streaming down both of our faces,
so much I could no longer determine
the colour of your eyes.
I stayed, until the ferry set sail over the
English channel and then I turned my
back. I got into my car and leant my head
against something much like you were
probably doing.
I drove back to the hotel we booked together,
a lonely drive back down to Paris to the hotel
but now you aren't there making constant jokes
as you tried to speak french (which you still can't).
But somewhere in the back of our minds,
We'll always have the place we met,
And the place we parted.
We'll always have Paris.
Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 7:00 PM UTC
ha ha,
they actually thought
they were qualified
doctors before
realising they
were disqualified citizens;
most were a bunch
of immigrants in Port Calais
attempting political
correctness limited
to only a vocabulary
they wished to censor
and still pursue educating people
in a language.
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 11:51 PM UTC
google, i get pictures of the amazon and related places,
being scoured, and a dead
horses head.
he said that some are lying on their ages.
I expect sir if you were there, so would
you.
the politician.
the jungle in calais.
sbm.
Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC