"docklands" poems - Hello Poetry

It was a gin house in Limehouse a fine house to dine in. But long before then it was an ***** den where the 'Gents' from the city came to look at girls who once, were quite pretty that was a long time ago. Now it's an inn and the in place to be. Once where dragons roamed free in the heart of the East End People now spend a drink or two allowing the theatre queue to go down. The town's not the same all the music halls have closed and the dreams that were posed on the pages of magazines are just scenes I remember from childhood. Maybe that's a good thing and perhaps it is not Perhaps it's a sign of the times that we've got, when we had ****** all it was the music halls that enthralled us that mixture of melody and comedy, tragedy and look at me harking back to those 'good old days' It pays to recall the gin house down Limehouse and the Ladies who knew nothing else but the dragons who perched on the end of a pipe or else I'd think it okay to think in the old way. Which is not the in place to be.

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May 7, 2013

May 7, 2013 at 10:51 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Docklands

It was a gin house in Limehouse a fine house to dine in. But long before then it was an ***** den where the 'Gents' from the city came to look at girls who once, were quite pretty that was a long time ago. Now it's an inn and the in place to be. Once where dragons roamed free in the heart of the East End People now spend a drink or two allowing the theatre queue to go down. The town's not the same all the music halls have closed and the dreams that were posed on the pages of magazines are just scenes I remember from childhood. Maybe that's a good thing and perhaps it is not Perhaps it's a sign of the times that we've got, when we had ****** all it was the music halls that enthralled us that mixture of melody and comedy, tragedy and look at me harking back to those 'good old days' It pays to recall the gin house down Limehouse and the Ladies who knew nothing else but the dragons who perched on the end of a pipe or else I'd think it okay to think in the old way. Which is not the in place to be.

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Change here for the jubilee line and I think not before time, the docklands light on your right and across the way why not take the overground train today? Fifteen ten and I'm back here again, this is the time although it feels like the year, there's a plague up there that plagues me and it'll gel into medieval history where no one will give a *** ******* it in and so why am I thin? In the community where alterations can't trouble me I walk with immunity among the dead seeing eyes that once could see lips that should kiss but never will we still look out on the Isis as if she will save us from these ravages, Winter is yet to come and the weak shall inhabit the sick try to grab it the poor on the plot which Is merely a cesspit do a moonlight, Shakespeare was right it's a lot of to do about nothing.

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Feb 2, 2017

Feb 2, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Illusion

Change here for the jubilee line and I think not before time, the docklands light on your right and across the way why not take the overground train today? Fifteen ten and I'm back here again, this is the time although it feels like the year, there's a plague up there that plagues me and it'll gel into medieval history where no one will give a *** ******* it in and so why am I thin? In the community where alterations can't trouble me I walk with immunity among the dead seeing eyes that once could see lips that should kiss but never will we still look out on the Isis as if she will save us from these ravages, Winter is yet to come and the weak shall inhabit the sick try to grab it the poor on the plot which Is merely a cesspit do a moonlight, Shakespeare was right it's a lot of to do about nothing.

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This could be two bird watchers hidden in a camouflaged shelter, Or an aerial view of four person hole covers on the side of a road, Or Guinness glasses on a counter waiting for the froth to settle before serving, Or port holes on the Cutty Sark down at the East London docklands, Or, hook hangers on a ring board during a recess of a game, Or, Or, Or, Or, a hindsight image in a rearview mirror at the grill of an OOOO ?

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Mar 9, 2019

Mar 9, 2019 at 11:16 AM UTC

ryan-olearyuu

OOOO

This could be two bird watchers hidden in a camouflaged shelter, Or an aerial view of four person hole covers on the side of a road, Or Guinness glasses on a counter waiting for the froth to settle before serving, Or port holes on the Cutty Sark down at the East London docklands, Or, hook hangers on a ring board during a recess of a game, Or, Or, Or, Or, a hindsight image in a rearview mirror at the grill of an OOOO ?

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