Best Marian Poems

North of Nottingham, there lies a wood

Clothed with fern in Dartmouth green

A barefoot Beauty, There she stood

The likes of which, the worlds not seen



A man...

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If I could I would return to a time of knights and kings
Of castles, dungeons, wizards and mystical magical things
I'd see Little John, Will Scarlett,...

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your sultry voice
your gentle laugh
those warm notes
welcome me in
how long has
this been goin' on

I've been around
and so have you
your soul touches
your fingers dance
gnarled with age
yet...

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What I’d give to wake in the morning and hear those church bells ring
To turn on my old black and white and hear Gene Autry...

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There's an archer dressed in Lincoln green, a friend to those in need.
No thief is he who offers encouragement to people with kind deeds.

A jealous...

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Robin what you doing in the hood
Man I thought I’d be up to no good
What you mean slick
I guess I’ll go rob a store bust...

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If roses are red
then violets are blue.
If you were as dumb as me
you'd have voted for Trump too.

This election just past,
I never wanted to sin
but...

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The alarm clock sang out, my dad jumps up 
rushes me into the kitchen, today my love 
is indeed, a very special day for you,...

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In Sherwood forest where big oaks grow
There lives  a band of outlaws
They roam the forest with their  long bows
With arrows ready to draw

...

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You underestimate me all the time, all the time 
But I will not let you send me out of my mind
because you don’t have a...

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While trail of clouds hovers around
There she lays on fevered ground,
My daughter’s eyes droop low again
As I bear witness to this strain.

No balm can aid...

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Robin Hood was bored this day
Heard the sheriff was passing his way
Collecting taxes from the poor
Many would be starving but they knew the score
Pay up...

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Let's look at this tale of Robin Hood,
He was far away, being way too good,
Rob the rich, give to the poor,
Maid Marian left open her...

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It was a fine spring morning
the woods seemed expecting
Robin stirred lazily stretching
turned to Marian tightly her holding

Our pantry is nearly bare
I will go out a...

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this paean to the place name sans title of poem actually mooch oh years decades? ago, when my youngest sister began her decades long residence...

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