Best Enquire Poems

I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's...

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I step into the temple
in search of painted dreams
Figures wrapped in irresistible shine 
they come to life within their fresco prisons
A kaleidoscope of painted saints
powerless...

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The Merry Minstrel of Mickleover

I strike this chord without a sword
For I am not so brave
Whence came a knight with armour bright
Who vowed princess to...

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They come to me with their tall tales.
I pretend to listen to their fables
Appropriately sad, I say
It's well my sister. 
Everything will be fine 
I...

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and deep I went, to the master's pit,
a leech, a brand-fire, saw I lit,  then
down among the throbbing roar, there 
stood a spectre, drenched...

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there is a brothel there down the street,
built like a palace three stories high,
hear anklets jingle on dancing feet,
with singing and drums as you pass...

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An obtuse angle is an angle of greater than 90° and less than 180°. Wiki

I must be looking like an obtuse angle
in my funeral agent's...

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Ive just joined a group called poetry soup
A troop of writers , Ney intellectual fighters 
They lay themselves bare , Pray you care
To take the...

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'Tis like I walk knee deep in mud
Where once though I was gliding,
Had my heart misunderstood
You now seem undeciding.

Love I thought came to the fore
My...

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In Sandy on a Sund’y
Can’t even buy a pie
The High Street is a ghost town
From some Kafkaesque sci-fi.
Not a single caf is open
No point in...

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When I was called little brother, 
I smiled.
It meant I have an elder sibling.
One from whom I could learn,
To discern,
Between Light and Dark.

What about the...

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This is the day you hang it all up
We drink to you from a paper cup
From the boss not a tear
Let the door hit your...

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CALL ME THE BLACK GOLD OR THE HANDSOME DEVIL
How did you find me, my undeterred and awesomely daring love?
When I flew away into time years...

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After I just heard my guide in this trip
Speaking of ancient women and of  knights,
Pity I felt, then had loss to outstrip.

I began: “Poet...

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Like angels' tears the raindrops fall,
As children gay the songbirds call;
Should I then cry or blithely sing
This dreary day in merry spring?

As children's cries the...

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