Balladeers Poems - Poems about Balladeers

...If ever there’s a campfire, rekindled as the sun goes down, where ghosts of articulated writers, return and gather ‘round; raise their glasses to a toast to commemorate their rhyme, I wish that I ......

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...(buzzfeeding, kickstarting, needling darn noggin) An effort to recall word, phrase, musician... indigenous tribe... most frustrating literary endeavor to das scribe aggravating enough to sub......

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...Because my moods are fickle One moment I long for company The next moment I tickle Changes in the litany That entertains mood swings Repelling targets for which I long As on a butterfly’s win......

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...These days it seems that whenever you turn on the country radio, you hear pop songs endlessly sung by people faking a southern tone. Pretty-boys from the suburbs, with pristine hats and frosted ......

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...In history one can read of an earlier time, When poetry and lyrics written in rhyme, Were commonplace. A travelling band Of troubadours would wander the land, Writing and singing, to bestow deli......

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...The flames of the furnace (well-travelled by wind slowly glazing the rags of gray women chagrined at the sight of a hair fleeing tresses now thinned) sometimes billow like waves flooding naves th......

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...Among the classic poets of fine rhyme - are balladeers who weave with lines a tale, the satirists and bards of the sublime, and troubadours who sing a light rondel. I close my eyes, i......

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...Lyric poets, lovers of fine rhyme; balladeers who weave with lines a tale; satirists and bards of the sublime, and troubadours who sing a light rondel. Will my muse appear to me and show it? Tha......

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...There, that songwriter-singer again, this late-night song-talk show on TV, he must be in his mid-forties still, but looks much older than seventy. He's got this strong smug ai......

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...Oh Lord, please take us to places unseen, Back to endless skies, and plains emerald green. Through the words and songs, of poets and balladeers, Give us good strong memories, and only happy tea......

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