Island of emptiness
chosen for me.
Land of lost loneliness
circled by sea.
Born to be buried here,
soulless in soil,
after a lifetime
of trouble and toil.
Far from the mainland
Of continent cruel,
breathing the beautiful
breezes so cool.
Land fit for heroes,
where heroes no more
sail ‘cross the ocean
from shoreline to shore.
Island all covered
by clothing of clouds.
Swaddled and shadowed
by storm-surging shrouds.
Conquered by conqueror,
conquered no more.
Island of liberty,
king here is law!
Island of paradise,
home of the blest,
poets and poetry,
romance and rest.
Outpost of empire,
where saviour once trod
as child, (penned the poet)
with Mother of God!
Island of emptiness,
chosen for me.
Land of lost loneliness
circled by sea.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 12th, 2021 10:45
- Comment from author about the poem: This poor poem was inspired by the Bard himself: "This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea, Which serves it in the office of a wall Or as a moat defensive to a house, Against the envy of less happier lands,-- This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England."
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Brilliant!
Yup, no heritage is squeaky clean
all we can do, is realise our gifts in life
take pride in the goodness
history bequeathed us;
do our best to not repeat, and where possible
try to make amends, for the mistakes and failings
in our involuntary, inheritance...
we are, what we are
all, we can really control
is that: better
we must strive, to become!
Yeah, thanks LB. Think you are right!
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