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The Generous Bard

(The Merry Adventures of Robin Good)

Sherwood's Forest legendary, leading man 
up, down, tricking eggs between branches
slender, slander, his voice is growing thinner
twisting, turning heads 50 shades of green

Master of disguise reaching for the top archers spot, 
A bard, with uncanny precision, ROBIN nonstop
Splitting his opponent LIKE A BOSS!
Aiming arrows, where broken women sit
Creating fantasies, for his band of hypocrites 
A serenade, of jealousy and mayhem 
A poetic outlaw, generously taking what others earn 
Wearing black tights, the hottest profile, sipping wine
A lust beyond Dorthy's Rainbow, a venomous poem
Somewhere, covered in leprechaun's gold
His chest is cold 
- Yet warm from all the hands caressing this bard,
He is the best, gravity has no weight on his pen, 
A soundless soldier having his way with his sword, 
Executing those who challenge him,
Breathing life into many empty accounts
Giving voices and self-encouragement
With no time to drop down this bard from cloud nine
A dissipation of air fresheners and hello's
Painting pain just to pretend it hurts the person
A fragile voice whispering in the shadows

Slithering Secrets;
From this hooded bard who carries no face,
A mask of lies, taking what belongs to others.
Robin of honor, graveled by his peasants 
MISUNDERSTOOD in every fashion, yet he preys
Pipping dreams away, down an infested rat's path
Shoving Little Johns hopes down the list

Robin is no common criminal, just a bard 
Wearing a dark cloak, when in disguise
taking from the greedy --- giving to the needy 

Thank you for enjoying my story 
Robin Good and his network of Merry Men


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2016

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Death must be old fashioned way up in the future. Nobody's gonna die.  Tell me when. Should I solicit from the reaper?  Must I decide with my keeper? Must I still try to be alive? QUIET now must I pretend? Quit now, must I defend?
And be rewarded for my rage time and time again.
Revision of decisions long past due. Collector's come a calling, where
I choose. 

I refuse to be used as a doorstop refugee ANGRILY laughing as I bandage my open wounds.  Tough crowd. No self pity ALLOWED.  I'm not delusional. If only please.
I'm nocturnal operating without options, ease
NEVER leave a man behind ENEMY lines.  All who volunteer to follow fall behind,
And on my lead.  All things HOT HAVE HAPPENED with my breed.

I know one day i'll be going HOME with my brain HOT WIRED and my broad buff
Bubonic body, introducing my new self to my adoring affectionate family.
But for now the fight is on the might IS STRONG.  We APPROACHED the enemy 
Camp on clever phantom Fox FEET. Thinking. Waiting.
These DEATH BOUND SOULS are all alone with me and my army.  All who volunteer to follow fall in line.   .....Waiting, ready we pounce 25 down no PRISONERS, no COMPROMISE.
NOW hear this, can't promise you BLUE INDIGO ROSE GARDENS AND SUNSHINE in paradise.
JUST know one thing: Stay the COURSE. We will win. We've never Lost.

Copyright © VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER | Year Posted 2015

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To Everyone A Soldier

All venture to those foreign lands, their answer to the call
To stand and fight for liberty as soldiers one and all.
Brave fighters all soon raise their foils to end the foes they face
Releasing hell upon the land and laying ground to waste.
Their covenants with freedom soon vanish in a haze
Of ashes from the rubble ascending from the blaze.

They come back home as heroes, their limbs replaced with steel.
Their bodies bolstered proud and strong, their spirits never heal.
To everyone a soldier, all fighters till the end
Stand heroes in the battles of a war they cannot win.

Their honor and their glory have been strewn among the dead,
The dust of death now fills their lungs and demons fill their head.
They come back home with honor but they cannot free their pain
And knowing that a price be paid to wipe away the stain.
Some intern their secrets that will put them in the ground
And for their forfeit as a pall the mighty flag is bound.

They come back home a hero, their limbs replaced with steel.
Their bodies bolstered proud and strong, their spirits never heal.
To everyone a soldier, all fighters till the end
Stand heroes in the battles of a war they cannot win.

Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2016

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S olid and brave hearted
O verseer of the mark
L over of justice
D riven to stand
I ndividual pride
E yes the prize
R eceiver of merit

Copyright © Valerie Sherman | Year Posted 2011