Best Crusade Poems

“Make love tonight as if it were your last
Then hold your youngest; memorize his face
Next time you see your sons, years may have passed
Hold fast to moments time tries to erase

“Our lion-hearted king calls us to arms
Tomorrow morning at the dawn’s first light
We leave our...

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Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer confit and other gourmet fare

Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold 
Dearest damsel, thou art are my life

The ravages of nature...

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the holy
grail has
been
found

yet
sated
by blood
i'm not

instead a brown
paper bagged
bottle of red
dry wine...

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Tapioca  (Free Verse)

I’ll always be thoughtful and treat you well
Mi amor
If you want for food, it will always be there
Mi amor
I’d protect you from the gates of hell
Mi amor
Whatever you desire is yours
Mi amor
But you cannot have my tapioca
Feb. 6,  2003

The Knight’s Crusade...

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CRUSADE

The crusader brandished his stiff sword
sharpened
didn´t want
but beheaded idols
to liberate his inner temple
swift and passionate was his riding
saturated
didn´t want
but unpaved the temples
to remember the first stone
and had peace

on the way he clashed spades
bled
sparked spades
was blinded by light
floated in the void
and saw colors
earthly shades
and then kinetic...

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who knew than the crusades with melancholy singing will bite your ass
for the warriors at a lost to distract you from your computer and cell...

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A field of fire where hails of bullets streak,
Across the holy lands of God and men.
Exalted knights with weapons breathing rage,
The hearts and hopes of every heathen rend.

When glint of steel and clouds of dust give way,
Such glorious scenes of blessed pain remained.
I gaze upon...

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A summoning I’m trying to forget.                                       ...

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THE CRUSADE
Crusade, crusade,
Ally,
Do you know where to, 
Be in this period? 
Crusade,
A place to block white horse so tell me,
Where will you be?
Crusade,
A place were thou sees the sun and the moon,
Very well,
What about the stars and the mountains?
When can thou get the full definition...

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Carrie Nation loathed saloons and whiskey,

And took some actions that were quite risky!

She chastised dudes who reeked of intoxication,

And used her hatchet to smash kegs of booze across the nation!

Entry for Andrea Dietrich's "Educate Me With Humor" Clerihew Contest...

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We work on the Funny Farm
Charlie And I
Different Cartoon Characters everyday
Heckle and Jeckle, Droopy, Captain Caveman
Careening through the day like Homer Simpson
Curiously, where is he?
Oh, he’s around somewhere
Crusading for a better day
Because when all is said and done
We all deserve a Duff Beer at the...

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Barefoot
I walk
across isolated wastelands
 
Silence
engulfs me
and I am alone
 
Strangely
it does not frighten me
to be that solitary figure
stumbling on a path less traveled
 
Other missionaries
join my crusade
chanting hymns of unity
 
Our crossroads
each a different route
hidden agendas guiding us all
 
Barefoot I limp 
over thorn and...

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We age past time
We aim up high
We tell how fine
We feel so high 

Hence,lie, to those whose eyes
doesn't want to see us cry
-At distance miles- 
When a fiend asks why?

Then, tauntingly, we grow
hauntingly, our souls are sold
-We tend not to know-
Which is golden or gold

It...

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Thud


This thing born of breath and bone,
Seated on its secret throne,
A harbinger of ignition,
Pulling us from our perdition.


Thud


By the dream and the waking,
Anger ripe for the taking;
It reaps the spite from our minds.
By moon and star, flesh it grinds.


Thud


Distortion: its holy blade.
Singing songs of pain...

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His earnest quest for survival
Has meant off-and-on revival,
Bus boarding to far-off crusades,
For weeks avoiding nice brocades…

Not anymore one who’d bubble,
Sometimes chin with a week’s stubble:
Arch enemies in connivance,
The injurious for contrivance;
Had in dreams poisoned his noodle
And Christ said “Straight into puddle!”
Enemies flexing raw muscle,
God making...

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