Best Lances Poems

With the end of days upon them
Nears the time of final battle
In the halls of high Valhalla
Asgard senses its death rattle

In the forest crows the rooster 
In the sky the sun does darken
In the cave the hound is howling
To these signs the Aesir harken

Heimdall blows...

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Panagiota is a whirling Galaxie
with her blue thunder words
a spirit like black diamond lightning..
She bruises the clueless and ignorant
not out of hate but of love
not with a brass knuckled fist
but with pearled wisdom
layered around grains of 
life's relentless grit.

Her words are not fanciful or minty...
their...

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Sharpened pens were brutal swords; a war was forged
Blow after blow was struck, with blood rage engorged
Not one single word between them had been spoken
No flag of truce waved, or friendship offered as token

Nothing was off limits, nor were any boundaries set
For years they'd battled,...

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Once upon a time 
In a land far away
A Baby was born
On a bright winter’s day

He was a happy baby
His laughter quite the treat
He was perfect from his head
To the bottom of his feet

He was born a Prince
So they wanted a regal name
The Queen called...

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I turn to my girl highlighting Mayday is near
A day of spectacle that the whole village views
There's Jesters of folly and Knights without fear
Witnessing lances and jokes, always going askew

To view such we can venture along different ways
We can stroll by the river listening to...

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Picking up the pieces,
Of her shattered life,
Every joyous memory,
Lances through her, like a knife.
Time's slipping between her fingers,
Like sand through an hourglass,
The turmoil in her mind,
Never ceases, doesn't pass.
Vicious words were spoken,
Jagged scars remain,
No amount of alcohol,
Can ease the searing pain.
No more sorrow,
No tears left...

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I’ll tell you a story you won’t forget
Of deeds of valor and fame
Of battles won and forces met
While distant seekers watch with fear
And armies flee in shame

What news travels home on the wings of birds
Of loved ones gone out to war
And of enemy horses spurred
Great...

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Thiru-Valluvar on Praising the Good Qualiities of Ladies: Canto 112 - Nalam Pinainththu Uraiththal

[The poet devotes the third part of his treatise, the Thiruk-Kural to INBATHTHUPPAAL, the amorous relationship between the sexes, i.e.,  cantos 109 to 133. of which the first seven concerns itself...

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beauty, blessing, January, magic, moon, sunset, winter

A SEASON’S GLOW ©

‘Bastille’ winter-lodes wait anticipating the reserved and affected invasions of the sun’s setting rays, to lay its' mark upon her surrounding ice-capped winter hood--- 
Fortifying ‘arms’ now stand saluting at attention to the expected deluges to...

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Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more and more

Three of four empires lay upon that map
As they played and ‘warred’ and they did clap
For them it was...

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Hour ago raised the morning sun
The eastern army outnumbers the hussars fifteen to one
The battle has began
Hussar horses with thousand thundering hooves begun their run

Eastern army cannons and muskets will discharge
As the hussars push forward in awe inspiring charge
Before the muskets and cannons can recharge
The...

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When I get tired of the concrete and tar
there’s a place I can go, and not travel far,
that hasn’t been touched by progress at all;
nature stands still beneath gums growing tall.

And in amongst shadows with sprinkled light,
there’s rippling water and birds taking flight,
a sprinkling of...

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Be Embarrased by Arms

The right of a person to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed upon when in a
well-regulated militia necessary for the security of a free state. In other words, if 
you are either in the national military, state National Guard, state...

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Henry VIII's Last Joust

When darkness descends and all is bleak,
When the strong run and leave behind the weak.
Where, throughout the land, people cry for relief.
Who shall arise? What devil will compete?

Clothe me in armour and toast to merriment.
Fit my hand with the lance to tilt...

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Slant light lances
     stabbed through clouds
         of thick grey,
Wetness fills the sky
And falls on all....

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