Bard Poems - Poems about Bard

. right into it blind'did ...

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To Mr. Michael, Bard of Theatrical Yearning, Your words, like ivy, wind and wind — ornate, impassioned, almost divine.?But I write now with a quieter pen, one that bleeds not drama but truth again. You call me complacent — a muse asleep??Dear sir, I have only grown quiet to keep?From drowning in tides too high, too fast,?Where...

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A sonnet by this arrant bard, an other, whose sole half-brother, a real piece of work, and single parent (mother like no other!), together were no warm nor loving perk. In her heart, mother disowned me in life. My younger half-brother begrudged my...

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The Bard of Avon with a quill in hand, Did weave such magic on the London stage, A tapestry of words at his command, That captivated every rank and age. From tragic kings to lovers light and free, His characters still breathe upon the air, Their human flaws and grandiosity, A mirror held to all who gather there. Though centuries have passed since...

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If deeply roars a bard for epic muse, like newborn lambs that crave their mother's milk; if feet that lightly trip along with shoes of Mercury whose message speeds, like silk, with lightning's sudden flash and peals of thunder; if fate told jokes, regaled with...

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. my heart reachez to the Heavens ...

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Here, I pray, is a sonnet he may have written upon his passing on, ironically, his 52nd birthday, April 23rd 1616... The Bard Bequeaths 'Twas two and fifty years of mortal worth, This twenty third of April owned thy fate. Thy soul commence and hence departs this earth In midst of spring as summer's passions wait. Those passions drip from quill...

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After the end of all the loudest times A poet breathed in yet another breath Finally prepared to present his rhymes About love and hate, even life and death Prepared to give stories with falls and climbs To tell the tale of Mark, Calvin, and Seth Many more indeed was planned to be told Every story worth more indeed than gold He went...

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Widsith was a traveling minstrel who "sang for his supper" but may have been prone to exaggeration... Widsith, the Far-Traveler, Part I of III anonymous Old English/Anglo-Saxon poem, circa 680-950 AD loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Widsith the wide-wanderer began to speak, unlocked his word-hoard, manifested his memories, he who had travelled earth's roads furthest among the races of men—their tribes,...

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. all ten lusty ...

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I have stared death in the face with its huge gaping jaws most of my life i have evaded those paws My families crazy made up scheme of overdramatizing my diagnosis made my life a paralysing psychosis I freed myself from that drek by compartmentalizing me but it meant I never really could connect how I felt about anything I also really had...

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O some day to come, it may be that time will bury my memory deep as the hidden sleep of those who lie in some forgotten churchyard; but my judgment is that the future holds for me a fadeless crown of amaranth and gold. O thou Anonymous Reader, when I, a bard whose graces are...

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The Raven and the Bard -Daniel Henry Rodgers The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night, Its haunting words, a melody of fright. The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's" fair hair, Shed history's warm light to chase away all care . From shadowed chambers where dark ravens shriek, To hearthside tales that bygone glories speak; The Raven and the Bard, in Inky War...

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Lemon tinted phase gilded skyline blown by ethereal fused mist eager bard imbued opal dream flotilla beyond tarnish while flash point chariots of gleam-well canvass astir or astern perforce taunt a hued vase porcelain image fest for staunch earthbound soul’s cry parched stricken migrant famish sapphire plume ray bounty veridical pink chalk sketch granule blush pots pearl beam spur to jumpy pilgrim grey...

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I be but a Trubador Bard and poet I travel on my donkey Everywhere to village and every town miles apart With a feather in my hat and my Mandolin With a whistle and a song within my heart I come from Nottingham And in the castle, I have often played To noblemen Kings And Maids I don't just entertain But I also bring...

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