Best Archery Poems

The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.

The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid "Eek!"

Chorus
"Sing Hey Ho, best beware!
Hey Ho have a care,
If ye've...

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Two friends go camping
In the wilderness
They bring a target board
With bows and arrows

The target is up
They all get ready
One at a time wait
For each of their turns

For a perfect aim
One friend aimed- then let go
The arrow did not go far
Only a short distence

The other friend...

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Clout on target
Eye you can't forget
A dot like a tv set
No winking eye you let
Aiming high or low
Stretched or loose you throw
Arrows you release or blow
Prize you do not show.
Archer you know in you
With bow and arrow of you
Archery is your life in a game
Name...

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Spears piercing through all of the pears, 
Taper as they pin to each paper....

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Queen of poetic Archery Andrea


Shoots she graceful poems that exudes charm from her quiver of ingenuity!



7th OCT 2016...

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There are far too many things that you don't know
The revelry and squalor tucked away
It's time to pull the curtain on my show

A million little boxes in a row
To bury or to swallow was the game
There are far too many things that you don't know

Choked...

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JOHN  BANISTER TABB 'Archery


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For Papuans
Fish archery
Is way of life....

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Luck is not empty
It's skill and precision 
Right there on target....

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Bard nocks Black Arrow, barebow thrills and kills ~ a ripple in Smaug’s armor...

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Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
    Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
    Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
    Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical


    In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
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Line up the front post
Cheek pressed to the stock
Call me Paparazzo
I'm taking the shot
And I don't miss
I've been enamoured with the way that you talk
Between you and me
I've been incendiary
Blowing up hot
You've been a tracer round,
Splitting dark, and shooting me down
Line up the front post
Cheek...

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