"middleton" poems
I CALL on those that call me son,
Grandson, or great-grandson,
On uncles, aunts, great-uncles or great-aunts,
To judge what I have done.
Have I, that put it into words,
Spoilt what old ***** have sent?
Eyes spiritualised by death can judge,
I cannot, but I am not content.
He that in Sligo at Drumcliff
Set up the old stone Cross,
That red-headed rector in County Down,
A good man on a horse,
Sandymount Corbets, that notable man
Old William pollexfen,
The smuggler Middleton, Butlers far back,
Half legendary men.
Infirm and aged I might stay
In some good company,
I who have always hated work,
Smiling at the sea,
Or demonstrate in my own life
What Robert Browning meant
By an old hunter talking with Gods;
But I am not content.
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THE Roaring Tinker if you like,
But Mannion is my name,
And I beat up the common sort
And think it is no shame.
The common breeds the common,
A lout begets a lout,
So when I take on half a score
I knock their heads about.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
All Mannions come from Manannan,
Though rich on every shore
He never lay behind four walls
He had such character,
Nor ever made an iron red
Nor soldered *** or pan;
His roaring and his ranting
Best please a wandering man.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Could Crazy Jane put off old age
And ranting time renew,
Could that old god rise up again
We'd drink a can or two,
And out and lay our leadership
On country and on town,
Throw likely couples into bed
And knock the others down.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
II
My name is Henry Middleton,
I have a small demesne,
A small forgotten house that's set
On a storm-bitten green.
I scrub its floors and make my bed,
I cook and change my plate,
The post and garden-boy alone
Have keys to my old gate.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Though I have locked my gate on them,
I pity all the young,
I know what devil's trade they learn
From those they live among,
Their drink, their pitch-and-toss by day,
Their robbery by night;
The wisdom of the people's gone,
How can the young go straight?
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
When every Sunday afternoon
On the Green Lands I walk
And wear a coat in fashion.
Memories of the talk
Of henwives and of queer old men
Brace me and make me strong;
There's not a pilot on the perch
Knows I have lived so long.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
III
Come gather round me, players all:
Come praise Nineteen-Sixteen,
Those from the pit and gallery
Or from the painted scene
That fought in the Post Office
Or round the City Hall,
praise every man that came again,
Praise every man that fell.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Who was the first man shot that day?
The player Connolly,
Close to the City Hall he died;
Catriage and voice had he;
He lacked those years that go with skill,
But later might have been
A famous, a brilliant figure
Before the painted scene.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
Some had no thought of victory
But had gone out to die
That Ireland's mind be greater,
Her heart mount up on high;
And yet who knows what's yet to come?
For patrick pearse had said
That in every generation
Must Ireland's blood be shed.
From mountain to mountain ride the fierce horsemen.
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DO not because this day I have grown saturnine
Imagine that lost love, inseparable from my thought
Because I have no other youth, can make me pine;
For how should I forget the wisdom that you brought,
The comfort that you made? Although my wits have gone
On a fantastic ride, my horse's flanks are spurred
By childish memories of an old cross Pollexfen,
And of a Middleton, whose name you never heard,
And of a red-haired Yeats whose looks, although he died
Before my time, seem like a vivid memory.
You heard that labouring man who had served my
people. He said
Upon the open road, near to the Sligo quay --
No, no, not said, but cried it out -- "You have come again,
And surely after twenty years it was time to come.'
I am thinking of a child's vow sworn in vain
Never to leave that valley his fathers called their home.
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You know all those cheesy movies that set your hopes up too high that some prince on this white horse is going to show up at your door step and save you from all your bad ways.
I've never wanted that, sure it would be nice to have a cute horse around but aren’t horses messy? And doesn't a prince need a princess?
I can tell you this right now I'm no princess. I'm no Kate Middleton.
I'm messy as hell, I'm as clumsy as it gets.
My socks never match and I say all the wrong things at the right time.
I forget the things I need to remember and I remember all the things I want to forget.
Jeans and flip flops are my best friends.
I spend most of my days eating my heart away.
My point is I'm no princess nor will I ever want to be one.
Someone ordinary in the most extraordinary way will do for me.
Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
Today a baby boy was born
The future heir to the British throne
Remember July 22nd was the date
Proud parents William & Kate
Every child born today will receive a Silver Penny
A collectors item, for so many
First we watched William & Kate marry
He has a really cool Uncle in Prince Harry
I bet he will show him some tricks
A bouncing baby boy 8lb 6,
A baby, a toddler, then into a little nipper
Look after him Auntie Pippa.
We will watch him grow up and ready to take his place
The news confirmed on the easel at Buckingham Palace
Well done to Kate Middleton
To us a Prince, to you a son.
Prince Charles is your Grandad
The Paparazzi will go mad
One day old and already on Twitter trending
Who will help, with the Royal winding
William & Kate must be so happy
One hopes One's been practicing changing a *****
Born in St Mary's, Lindo Wing
A child that will be our future King
Everyone is so happy for them
Born on a Monday 4.24pm
You're Great GrandMother is called Her Majesty the Queen
We'll watch him grow into a teen
For Prince Phillip four male generations
Now the country starts with the celebrations
The new addition to the Royal Family
The future of the British Monarchy
The Windsor family and the family of Middleton
A boy to bring them so much fun
Proud watching down over all times will be his Nanna
Brought up in the memory of Princess Diana
The name now we have to all guess
For now we call him His Royal Highness
For the country this brings so much joy
A beautiful, bouncing Royal Baby Boy
Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 11:04 AM UTC
1. i left my soul on the last stage i was on. i have this problem where sometimes it feels that i am only alive when i’m bleeding. we are double edged swords of people. we always get cut up. people are only the aftermath of their actions.
2. as long as you have hands, you can build something. as long as you have hands, you can break something. as long as you have hands, you can punch through walls. as long as you have hands, you can fill in the holes. as long as you have hands, you are not helpless.
3. disco inferno can be translated from latin to mean: i learn by means of hell. trial by fire. so unlearning things is hard. i don't believe in anything yet i still catch myself praying sometimes.
4. the entire world watched kate middleton’s wedding to prince william because we wanted so badly to believe that they loved each other so they’d stay loving each other. we like fairytales even more since we started realizing how often they don’t end in happily ever after.
5. sometimes love is the lie we tell ourselves to sleep easier.
6. you never start loving someone with the intention of hurting them. but nobody mentions their best intentions and we’ve all gotta live with what we’ve ruined. you were the last thing about me that made sense. no one ever made sense to me the way you did.
7. i don’t know if i believe in love, but i believe in the lack of it. i write a lot about love, but i fear i do not understand it. tell me, what were you looking so hard for that i didn’t even make your line of vision?
8. beauty is so often a matter of perspective. leaving is so often a matter of perspective.
9. so everyone lives and everyone leaves and everyone dies eventually, we hang up pictures over the holes we punched in our walls. we move on.
Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
The Slovenian-born Trump wore an off-white dress with three-quarter length, bell-shaped sleeves to address the Republican National Convention on Monday night.
The dress was by Roksanda Illincic, whose designs are very popular in London and among celebrities, among them Gwyneth Paltrow, Keira Knightley and Daisy Ridley, to name just a few.
Samantha Cameron, wife of the former British prime minister, wore a colourful, flared Roksanda dress to leave Downing Street last week.
But the designer's most prominent fan is probably the Duchess of Cambridge. The former Kate Middleton has worn her designs to at least three events this (northern) summer, including a brilliant yellow dress with blocks of white to Wimbledon.
And then there's Michelle Obama, who wore Roksanda's beaded wool satin dress and wool coat to meet the Chinese president in 2011, among other occasions.
Though the first lady has chosen designers from across the globe during her years in the White House, she wore American designers to address both Democratic conventions at which her husband was nominated: Maria Pinto in 2008 and Tracy Reese in 2012.
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Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
The Incinerator
Does not care
How much money
You have
Or how many degrees
It does not care
About your family
Your hopes
Dreams or desires
It is the incinerator
And that is its function
The obese
And elderly
Will be the first
Taken from their homes
Tossed into the incinerator
There are limited resources
And a land
That was once plentiful
Has become barren
I've really grown
To love myself
More and more
Each day
After all
This is MY life
I have failed at many things
I don't have a strong muscular body
Why build up my muscles
Even more anyhow?
The overly large
Muscular and
Obese individuals
Will be the first to die
During the time of trials
With limited resources
Their bodies
Did not receive the
Necessary nourishment
I'm here
I'm here
Say it to yourself
And scream it out loud!
Run, Run from the incinerator
The snipers may get you
But a bullet is swift
And merciful
To burn in the incinerator
Well
That's not a pleasant thought
Is it?
I don't know what
America stands for
Do you?
I think there are many good people
That live here
But I don't think much
Of our government
And our government
Thinks even less of us
Smart appliances
To record
Smart phones
To save data
London is the most
Surveilled nation
In the world
I hope it never becomes
Like that here
Every minute in a public space
Being recorded
On their CCTV cameras
The thought police arrested
John Middleton
Of 480 Ashbury Lane
For a thought crime
He was angry
At his employer
He believed he was dismissed
From his job
Unfairly
And so in anger
He imagined bashing
His face in
Such a violent thought
The evidence was reviewed
Of course by now all thoughts
Were being uploaded
To the super computer
And stored in the cloud
Each human being
Had to be chipped
There memories stored
Each waking thought
And sleeping dream
Recorded
It's been terrible
Hasn't it?
Human life
I'd say so
But it could always be worse
And it has been for others
Run
Run Mr. Middleton
Run from the incinerator
Such violent thoughts!
The orchestrators
Of this one world order
Will not allow such
Violent thoughts
In their society
Mr. Middleton's digital monitor
(That was required in every living unit)
Calmly read the recommended
Daily intake of nutrients
He could hear
The incinerator
Always came
In the early morning
At the waking hour
It's been terrible
I know John
Hard for the most part
Holy Holy Holy
Is the......
John remembered quickly
That any repeated thoughts
Of a Divine Being
Would move him higher up
On the incinerator's list
Fear not the fires that burn
The creators
Of the incinerator
Will one day learn...
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Like a mad-driven star
You swept me into a cacophony
Of broken strings hoping
To mend themselves.
And Hell is another word for Home
Drenched in Midol to hush
The screeches of sanity gone wrong;
How did it come to this?
You dipped me into unwashed coffee-cups
Leaving me to drown in you morning
Unhappiness. To whom did you mourn when you left?
You broke me in the shoe-store across Middleton Road when
I confessed I only believe in God
In times of need. Selfish, you named me.
How dare you insult me with slash-full tongues?
How dare you wash me out of your hair with Clorox and swear
To never speak my name again?
God, I need you.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS
I cut my self
out of the mirror.
My reflection
tinkles to the floor.
I sweep up
these shards of self
with red
dust pan and brush.
Well, that's enough
of this
me
for the moment.
I think to
my self
and wander off
to find
the me
I have
yet to be
discarding
what I have been
reading
Middleton's
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 6:59 PM UTC
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS
I cut my self
out of the mirror.
My reflection
tinkles to the floor.
I sweep up
these shards of self
with red
dust pan and brush.
Well, that's enough
of this
me
for the moment.
I think to
my self
and wander off
to find
the me
I have
yet to be
discarding
what I have been
reading
Middleton's
A MAD WORLD, MY MASTERS.
Jul 9, 2019
Jul 9, 2019 at 4:33 AM UTC
Can you peer through those eyes?
The radiance must be blinding.
As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand
what the ancients must have felt,
looking up toward the shimmering night sky.
All the mysteries and wonders of life
are clearly reflected, as is the light.
And even if I’d never be sure
just what chemicals kindle a stars faithful burn.
I would still spend every night
dreaming up poems about your eyes.
Its not ordinary pair of eyes
Its Kate Middleton's eyes..
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 10:18 AM UTC
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Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 1:38 AM UTC
Can you peer through those eyes?
The radiance must be blinding.
As I gaze into them I’ve come to understand
what the ancients must have felt,
looking up toward the shimmering night sky.
All the mysteries and wonders of life
are clearly reflected, as is the light.
And even if I’d never be sure
just what chemicals kindle a stars faithful burn.
I would still spend every night
dreaming up poems about your eyes.
Its not ordinary pair of eyes
Its Kate Middleton's eyes..
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
Joshua Middleton sat crouched in an alley. It was midnight. Where is Keri - Josh questioned himself. Keri, Josh's newest case, was a ghost girl. She was supposed to meet Josh in the alley, at midnight. Together, they only had one minute to make it to the Middle Grounds, protected by the only time of night that death took a breather. So where was Keri? Josh checked his watch. She should be here! Suddenly, Josh heard a noise, it was Keri floating above the roof. Josh didn't have time to talk, so he blurted out - "Let's go!" The Middle Grounds were only a mile away, and midnight was the only time Keri could escape to the middle grounds without being carried into the after-life. Keri and Josh took off running, running as quickly as he could manage, they still would never make it. Running at twelve miles an hour, the clock moved to 12:01. Death roared through the city, making Keri and Josh speed up. The grounds were in sight, Keri lept over the border and fell, crying, with joy.
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 8:15 AM UTC