Best Middle Ages Poems

A BUTTERFLIGHT’S MR. RIGHT

Last night was television and going to sleep at eight
You were exhausted even though it wasn’t very late
So upon your pillow placed placidly lay comforted by soft
Until your weakened eyes closed and dreams lifted you aloft

In the dream you can’t really fly...

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The wresting groung for old homos
Is full tonight
Because we spilled so much of our youth
In endless repeat anonymous encounter
That it was not enough to end the world once
More than a thousand medieval nonyears ago,
That spun off revolution in the sixties
Into reactionary shaved heads in the...

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M anors towering
Over the horizon
Western skies ablazon
With majesty possessing.

E arth trodden soil
Bearing feet of noble birth
Tramping blades of aged turf,
Hearts destined to inner turmoil.

D anger lurking in
Shadows of the silent souls:
Smoldering, burning coals
Leaving scares of ashes within.

I nsightful minds too
Rare to locate in this time,
Appearing...

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I dreamt of a bygone past
through a real vision of mind,and
with wide-open eyes:  so real
was the lively dream
that all my senses savored
it as long as it lasted...

I traveled in captivity,
abandoned myself
to a journey in remoteness:
I saw impregnable fortressess
and unconquerable castles
on sun-drenched,barren hills;
so great,so immense
...

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I found my princess
My white tulip has yet to blossom
And still it is the prettiest of them all
My princess is not one of the middle ages
Her steps strike proudness and envy
Her words create proudness and wide eyes
Her place is not by a bonfire
And nowhere near...

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We are caught up in the middle, of our passionate love affair,
In a world still so young, sweet dreams can blossom anywhere!


Written on 9/27/2021
For: YOUR BEST RHYMING COUPLET Poetry Contest
Sponsor: L MILTON HANKINS...

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The Tragic Story of Rosamund Clifford

By some urge to learn more, beckoned,
I read up the life of Henry the Second.
With Thomas Becket he picked  a bone.
This well known fact I'll leave alone.

Queen Eleanor of Aquitaine
became his wife and brought much gain,
but in one matter...

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There is a power the mightiest king can neither calm nor tether.
What power? you ask. The task I mean goes by the name of weather.
It was on Saint Mary Magdalene's Day in  1342,
on the twenty-second of July, a fact known but to few,
a raging...

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The noble lady was full of ire.
The drunk knight had pissed out her camp fire.
So now she sought warmth by his horse,
and there, had heated intercourse
with the knight's impish, big-bellied squire.

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