Best Bardic Poems

Pondering the phrase, 
                     “Written...

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As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos...

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In a world ruled by gods and men,
who holds in their hand nature's pen?

When words are smitten to deaf ears,
dost one conclude their deepest fears?

Thy...

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse...

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"Before The Gates Of Alahsar." 
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

(Bardic Style)

(Original Short Version)

(Version-1)

Sweet Alahsar, thy golden crowns
adorned the sky of verdant blue,
sweet land of dream, throne of...

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Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two...

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I've been a bit free with the vitriol with a couple of poems recently, and need to check myself.  Some months ago I met...

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For all the night she trod the furrowed earth
As she has walked all winter in her wake
In seeking for the child she brought to birth
The...

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In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts
the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes
reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade
quietly to grey.

As the breeze kisses her...

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Sweet Just the Way I Like It

you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon...

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Darkly glancing dragon eyes
	Dancing pools of fiery light
Sparkling gems witched from the skies
	Emerald, pearl, and ruby bright
Opal, sapphire, amethyst
	Coyly blend their crystal beams
Diamond spheres by...

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Resting in the Persian hills,
is a mosque built under enchantment.
The gold visible between its pillars,
beckons the wayfarer’s advancement.

There was none who could stand against its...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eighteen

Even as the lower rubbed its dazed eyes over Her hillocks
The light-foot Lass of Lahore made her way...

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If  ever Everafter seems
Inscrutable to you,
Remember, visionary dreams
At times come all too true.

The city by the bay will fall,
It’s Golden Gate to lie
Submerged, with...

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I
Is that a poem you’re writing?
Do you know what you want to convey? 
Have you set your ideas in a list with their peers
Ready to...

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