Best Cavalier Poems

By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games: 
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter,...

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From the mountain's peak; the wooden flutes sound
the lamas leap and the water falls-- clear,
mindful, the wind's play on the Quechua's ground. 

The majesty of...

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Outside of civil man’s well tended garden,
A field of briars willfully encroached,
Threatening the peaceful flowers without pardon.
Oh these gardeners fought hard as the briars approached.

“You...

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Someone in a small town
gave me a place after losing my home.
The window of my room in the morning
gave waking visions of a yard in...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
               ...

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Mr. Franklin "coined" that old saw, "A penny saved is a penny earned!"
I mused upon that fabled adage and for the olden days I yearned.
Then,...

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He was tall and cavalier
Wined me under a chandelier
How he was debonair
With his soft curls of hair
Gallant and handsome
Dance moves for a twosome
He swept me...

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'Twas the night before Christmas
I had myself a beer
Brushed off my apron
It was time for cheer
After all it’s Christmas eve
Hear! Hear!
It’s so exciting
A lovely atmosphere
Light...

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can't equate worth from how they respond
delighted to see me then I'm all wrong
dance at my presence or beckon me forth
look forlorn when they see...

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Candid and fully exposed as the theatre’s light dims
She stands poised, dauntless disciplined and statuesque  
A stance both stalwart and defiant yet supple are...

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How does 1 cut the hair on a head that's no longer here,
prolonged was the shadow with holding tender mercy.
With I left needy, no 1...

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Dedicated to  Lt. Gen. George S. Patton, Jr. (November 11, 1885 – December 21, 1945) 


I'd fought a hundred battles 
   ...

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NBA Finals Prayer

Lord, blesseth thine Warriors
And treateth not thine Fans 
with a such a Cavalier attitude.

Thy restoreth our soles.
Thy quickeneth and brusheth off our feet...

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A haze… 
Languorous oft in summer days 
Where sundrops drip 
From melting skies 
Onto city grind 
And parasols shade the cobbled grays

Across back alley lanes...

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On asphalt, wet with blood and sweat (down streets with no address), 
there lay a man, snuffed by the Man and left to evanesce.
The Man...

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