Artur Poems - Poems about Artur

...It's Halloween! Michael R. Burch If evening falls on graveyard walls far softer than a sigh; if shadows fly moon-sickled skies, while children toss their heads uneasy in their beds, be......

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...The Wild Hunt by Michael R. Burch (King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table have been reported as ghostly hunters, near Devon, around Halloween.) Near Devon, the hunters appear in the sk......

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...Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th." Merlyn's Birth by Michael R. Burch I was born in Gwynedd, or not born, as some men claim, and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin gave me my name. ......

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...It's Halloween! Michael R. Burch If evening falls on graveyard walls far softer than a sigh; if shadows fly moon-sickled skies, while children toss their heads uneasy in their beds, be......

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...The Strange Truces of King Arthur by Michael R. Burch Artur took Cabal, his hound, and Carwennan, his knife, and his sword forged by Wayland and Merlyn, his falcon, and, saying goodbye to his......

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...The Pictish Faeries by Michael R. Burch Smaller and darker than their closest kin, the faeries learned only too well never to dwell close to the villages of larger men. Only to dance in t......

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...At Tintagel by Michael R. Burch That night, at Tintagel, there was darkness such as man had never seen... darkness and treachery, and the unholy thundering of the sea... In his arms, ......

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...Eating Badly with diabetes is a Suicide Mission. I know, because Artur Anczarski, says so. He is the Prophet, he is the Saint, And nothing he says, is ever quaint (it simply ain’t) As for ......

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...Though days are long and nights longer by far, and seconds pass while hours slip slowly by; I glimpse the long gone past through door ajar to those golden moments my spirit flies. Hand in hand loose......

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...Let me take you back To 1942 In Sagan ( Zagan ) Poland In World War II Their was built a camp For prisoners of war Primarily Air Force Heroes galore The site was selected To escape the......

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...Though days are long and nights are longer far, and seconds rush, though hours slink slowly by: I glimpse the past's light through a door ajar as to these golden moments spirits fly. As hand in hand......

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