Best Churl Poems

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for two
And skipped away in dresses blue
To find a charming glade

First...

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What in the ink whorl is papièr churl going on?

Ill quill vapors are trying to victimize me,
vex prose don’t belong
Word saber player haters trying to stick it to me,
throwing cursive stones
Their coarse paper tone is so digital angry

Blog blots got their writes all wrong
Sore spots...

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The following limericks are a continuation of: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wicked_marys_been_a_bad_girl_1381428


Mary was simply horrid, as a wee girl
She was naughty and selfish, a school yard churl
She picked on one lil kid
Oh, yes indeed she did
Took out her scissors and cut off the girl's curls

One day she sat all...

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Golden Roses 


...to one who has faith, no explanation is necessary...to one without faith, no explanation is possible...Thomas Aquinas. 


Roses side by side where the grotto stood
A golden garden not seen by their eyes
Bernadette could see as she gathered wood
Kneeling upon hearing of heaven’s cries

A...

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A conversation overheard between Shakespeare and his former muse.

"So many things hath turned to utter folly over the ages.
Hundreds of years since I've penned pages and pages.
What these ancient eyes of mine doth now conceive
plead, 'Return to thy grave, Bard, for here you'll grieve."

"In sooth,...

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High winds churl, howling
calling forth their minions
open wide the gates
the battle will be long, fierce!
through the mountains, hills and vales
~*~
02/08/13...

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They all put so much stress on
getting a college degree,
and if it’s math or science,
I think that I would agree.
But in the humanities
another trend now appears,
kids are taught to hate themselves,
and this is reason for fear.
Instead of the great questions,
they’re taught to obsess on race,
and...

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A depressed girlfriend you are no longer
For out this you will grow stronger
I understand your confusion
Could your life be an illusion?

My dearest girl it is plain to me
There are some things you may not see
The man that you have fallen for
May not be quite who...

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There was a young man lived under a curse,
For having the gall to tempt fate.
He's played fast and loose with the daughters of whose,
Was a warlock whose powers were great.

This handsome young man had a profile so grand,
Girls flocked to his beck and call.
He'd take...

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each thing living on
Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet
backards of arid-
zona an’ the holmby hills’ 
chlorine romp ponds drawing the

scant as blue blood for
the thirsty altar as a
mercedes to the
mccam bridge carwash on
la cienega for the 

hundreds…each living
thing like coke water classic
from botswaniam 
pools It’s the...

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When May cometh full in bloom
And robins and **** build afresh their room
Many a maid and her swain
Be  found in the meadow lain
Methinks the churl  that he be  - knoweth sin
With his manhood waxing anon to the full in 
Her vale of...

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She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother, do tell?”
Prent knew this would be a hard sell.
“She’s your niece,”he informed,”My little girl.
I came home so she could learn...

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Love that is wise waits to unfurl,
the Grand Exchequer guarding pearls
that fools would fain throw before swine.
The fond endearments that are mine
would be to you a parrot's song,
words where the melody is wrong,
unless your heart has ears to hear.

Love that is pure demands a cost
else...

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Today once more on this old seat
I mused amongst woodlands deplete 
of leaves where Autumn acts the churl,
watched winter smoke’s caress unfurl

Like ghosts that rose to touch the sky,
spirits of men destined to die
who could not know the coming trial
in wars defile their lives made...

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III.
The northern borders were alive with talk
of the Warlord known only as Bimeng,
who’d risen amongst the savage peoples,
and was said to be uniting them.

Now Reth had heard tales of such things before,
so he stirred not from his comfortable ways,
Until on day Garrow came up to...

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