White Horses

White Horses 

The white capped waves they thunder in and shift

The sands to where the rocks begin,

A million years they have shaped the sands and 

created continents and brand new lands. 

To watch the white horses frolic and play, 

Is a joy to watch on a stormy day, 

But they are safe in their kingdom of sea, 

Where all their citizens wander free.

No government, King or Dictator there, 

To stop them wandering the world they share, 

Through forest dale of seaweed high, 

And wrecked old ships that are never dry. 

The wondrous sights they have seen, 

Where parasite man has never been.

Its natures job to keep them there and make the

White caps above their lair. 

So roll on waves don't say goodbye,

Keep your white horses riding high,

And we will watch and be well aware, 

Of the unleashed power that you have there!

 Submitted to dVerse Poets On their prompt for water

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The Irish Harp

The Irish Harp

The harp that once throughout this land

Played Gods music to all our clans,

But no one listens to it anymore

Has our nation lost the score?

We will sing our songs and dance our jigs.

But do you think that other nations give a fig?

The Germans, French, Italians too

Don't give a damn what we do!

Great men of our land have built nations on foreign sands

From Stonewall Jackson and Robert. E. Lee,

In the great America that today we see.

So lets get together, one and all,

Raise our standard,don't let it fall

Show the world what we can do

When the Irish harp plays for you.

The Street Singer

The Street Singer

I'm standing here with  my cap in hand 

Singing for people all over this  land.

A thousand songs I know, or more,  

So throw me a shilling ,

I'll sing you a score.

Not for me a band to play,

 For I am singing 

Through towns everyday 

No hotels,no bed to lay,not enough money,

 To make my way 

.

People smile as they pass on by, 

They sometimes ask me the reason Why ?

I'm not a star on a Broadway show 

Or on TV I will never go.

For a smile is enough from a passer by, 

The street is my stage and my light the sky.  

I am not well dressed as you can see,

But I will sing you a song 

Even for free!

Submitted to dVerse Poets  Open link Night