Best Lords And Ladies Poems

The shield riders heading over the Dunlaven bridge,
They ride as swift as the wind,
already their weapons were ready,
they did glint, not, in the deepening shadow.
Ride to your fate Valkyrie,
shield maidens of the red,
shield riders of the city,
bring glory to your mighty Alahsar.

Four hundred and fifty...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in 
Oxons streets so spill!
Where Great Alfred strove to drive out...

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The sun still shines when hidden by the clouds,
There is light in the darkness, just ask the moon.
I am here under the glow of this computer monitor,
I want to come home, let me come home soon.
My words bottle like wine waiting to be released,
Aging in...

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The image burns within
my brain of an 
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.

The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and ladies
round the groaning table
flirt and watch the fools, 
the one in the silly hat,
and the others huddled
against the walls.

As the...

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As they reach the golden gates,
turning, they do face the foe,
the Arlaghs,
they would come with power and might,
too kill,
the ground will shake when they charge,
they shall run hard for their meal,
always hungry is the Arlagh.
Come then forth, to meet your fate,
you hounds of Hell,
hesitate not,...

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Fleet of foot,
down the stone steps, she seems to float,
now, ready to chase the wind,
Auburn locks now dancing.
Beauty dances through the crowds,
on golden walkways, she moves with grace,
upward, ever upward,
her long legs, running strong, 
onward, pushing onward.
Revellers watch enthralled,
she dances with such skill, through them,
the...

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There was a king once reigning
Who carried a great, big flea—
And far from him complaining,
The flea filled the king with glee!
For to him that flea was dearer
Than even his only son,
And to make his preference clearer,
Raised it higher than anyone!

In ermine, silk and satin
The flea...

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Our ancestors roamed ‘cross the seas
way long before my time
and conquered lands so strange to us,
but ever so divine.

But since they crossed that salty pond
they’ve changed you must agree,
no man from here… the ‘motherland’
would waste our precious tea.

So now a ‘Great Divide’ appears
on both sides...

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bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
 
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea

vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
 
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh...

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For all the night she trod the furrowed earth
As she has walked all winter in her wake
In seeking for the child she brought to birth
The maiden bride whom Hades chose to take


The gibbous moon is waxing to the bright
And shedding shifting shadows on the lands
One...

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I want to live in a castle
Where only the strong survive
With turrets and towers
And joust by the hour
And a six foot mote outside.

I want to live in a castle
On a cliff beside the sea
And spend my days with
The Lords and Ladies who
Come calling each day...

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Immortal and undecaying these poems, I know, shall die one day; 
one day all fame and immortality shall fall flat among the debris. 
The Himalayas, the Twin Tower and the Great Wall of China 
shall be flying in the air like the light dry skins...

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Excuse my rambling on so, 
                        but my style ought to be
          ...

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"Before The Gates Of Alahsar,"
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

Full Version.

Bardic style.

Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1.

Come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen now to the tale I shall tell,
the ancient tale of the dreamland,
of Alahsar, I lay before you.
look now within your mind's eye, 
look on the golden gates to peaceful shrine,
they stand...

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Arlaghs, over the emerald green sea, 
they were advancing quickly,
the earth seemed to shake,
their run was relentless,
they were indeed fleet of foot,
already they had tasted of horse and man,
forward came these hordes of night,
across the mighty plain.
some of the red had already charged,
headlong they had...

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