Abbey Poems - Poems about Abbey

The most recognizable album cover in history, the photo of the Beatles crossing Abbey Road, taken in the summer of sixty nine, fifteen minutes before noon on August eight to be précised. An iconic album cover for the image resonated with the fans. There are wall posters of this photo and it seems men, my age, in music industry have...

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The Fab Four crossing Abbey Road in single file, led by John in white suit and shoes, followed by Ringo in black suit and shoes, bare footed Paul in gray suit and George in denim and white shoes, all in synced with left foot forward, except Paul and their short shadows inside the crossing. Tree and parked car lined...

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Westminster Abbey if only it could speak ah... the stories posted on March 8, 2025...

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Dawn to dusk Redeems our chant And Monks gather to thee In Chorus we sing Hallelujah power and glory be Trumpets the Angels Oh so heavenly We drink of love the life of his blood We thirst for peace on Earth Amongst the tabernacle Echoes the masonary Our prayer of past in my heart born are scriptures...

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Stone, kissed by salt, sighs on the isle, A Gothic spine, against the tide's guile — eight centuries, etched in weathered stone, A whispered prayer, a lonely throne. Granite fingers, reaching for the sky, Embrace the sun, as shadows fly. As a timeless grace, the abbey stands as A sanctuary in this watery space. The sea, a restless, murmuring friend, Whispers tales, to...

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Hustle: Is not for him, Satisfying Success, But value on others impact Struggling! His look previews mind, Tightening ways to a new start... Who won't work to live, But earn money while age knocks- The old door of timing noon. His struggle with time, Has life's check to balance sky: Airy wings to fly! Greater You I pray, boss! Behind all obstacles, That wish to lock up happiness' Pure thrill. Forget the toughness, Though...

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In the abbey lived Friar McFunk, Who pounded piano while drunk, But to pay for his rye, Was caught robbing the tythe, Now they call him Felonious Monk....

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Can a teenage girl possibly thrive On six-inches of masculine drive? If you can revive Then you will survive As six-inches chugs better than five!...

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Within these abandoned stone abbey walls An old coffin can be seen on the site— And strange sounds from the creatures of the night Are heard echoing through the empty halls. The vampire keeps sleeping until night falls— Waiting for another victim to bite. Once there is no longer any sunlight, He awakes, and from his coffin he crawls. Roaming the streets when...

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Not often you find such a landslide of conkers but my father saw them glossy brown among the hedgehog casing. So we foraged with the rove beetle, earthworm, mite, lifting box-loads of mahogany jewels into the back of the Riley. Going home I was ready to stage my strung shells for the big fight in the playground. Time was short and I was in a hurry to catch all the fun...

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Drama centered on an aristocratic British family in Old times- early twentieth century Waited on by butlers, footmen, maids and valets Noble families lived wrapped in luxury, night and day Tale of young suitors, attractions, loves and marriages Of young Ladies with service class rocked the family carriage Not uncovered till late-child out of wedlock added to the disparage As World...

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Horn Hiaku Triplet of Downton Abbey Between you and me Her knockers could hardly see What a way to be. She seemed to extreme With no features that redeem Part of a bad dream. Bra was twenty-two And more pounds lost quite a few Which was end of you. She set rapid pace Did disappear into space We could not replace Were delirious After many more queries Had stopped whole...

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The rooms sit empty, disused as of late. The worn, wood floors, now, creak without weight. Halls once sang to the harmony of life; To the steps of many – socks and sandals, rife. The halls hum, now, to a different tune; Soft tunes moving with the motions of the moon. Still, there are the sounds of feet, near and far; The...

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We are going on a trip to the British Isles and Channel Island of Guernsey and Normandy. This sure should be quite a cruise. Here is my first poem I am writing about it even though I have not been there yet. Here goes. Crabby Walking Though the Abbey by James Thomas Horn before we go bye. Can't leave London without having fish...

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You were my friend until you went away I cry when I think of you But you are running with others of your kind With no boundaries and free You were my soul mate until you went away I could confide to you everything You listened but never judged me We were so different yet so the same In our world together You were...

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