Best Minstrel Poems

Serenading me with vivid poetry
     Her pen extends thoughts so lovely 
Weaving words into graceful birds
     heart-felt phrases deftly placed
Feeling is conveyed in lines well displayed
     stanzas of emotion perfectly painted 


Beauty not...

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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 save

The wicked sire of the shire
Had seen well to kidnap
The daughter of the king and bring
Much wealth into his lap

Handsome...

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The minstrel and the rubbish
	To a homeless in N.Y., who had a guitar to keep him company
                   
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KGOD presents ...

SALUTATIONS!!! 

Well.  Let’s just get started! 
Here at the Ogden!  The God den of music and soul! 
So, let me introduce myself to thee, 
I am DJ Multi-Di-Minstrel Messenger!!! 
Thanking you for being here with me! 
Come Now, experience enlightenment, excitement,...

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The Minstrel

	In a doorway, squatting, strumming out of tune
	There sits a minstrel, gazing whilst he plays
	A string of chords, discordant in their mix
	Combining all his thoughts of better days.
	Unshaven, threadbare, clothed as once he did
	Before some unexpected fall from grace,
	So now he plays life’s thoughts...

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In history one can read of an earlier time,
When poetry and lyrics written in rhyme,
Were commonplace.  A travelling band
Of troubadours would wander the land,
Writing and singing, to bestow delights
On ladies, peasants, and errant knights.

Their patrons, be they lowly serf or highest Lord,				
Entertained by devious...

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There's a dream I've had, now and then through the years,
     And I wonder if it could be true.
The vision is vividly etched in my soul,
     Of the places and people I knew.

My home was the road...

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"I follow the Moskva
and down to Gorky Park-
listening to the winds of change" - Scorpions

All the heads of state and their spouses (or significant others) have arrived and been seated for this, my last show at Gorky Park, here in the heart of Moscow. For...

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No bird perch on high boughs,
Merrily are straggling they,
As Spring invades the bay.

Across the azure sky,
High and high the blithe birds fly,
Nowhere a cry or sigh.

Now at dusk they glide fast—
Lo! Even the sun is tired,
And down the West he mired.

The trees are strong upright,
‘Midst...

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Whatever happened to the twelve o ‘clock rambler,
nocturnal  venturesome brushstroke sort,
they paint sound and city pastel,
never at a loss for inspiration,
weather neither bar nor barrier,
in the face of whirlwind snowfall,
freezing ice, torrential downpour,
within themselves, he, she, they plod on,
hardship is adopted, never cast aside,
while...

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medieval monsters 
mischievously meander 
in the mind of the mad minstrel
like maggots in mazes 
his mysterious muse
masterfully mining for misery
melting in molten memories
of macabre mirrors
ministering malicious mistakes
morbity mottled 
with the maniacal matchmaker
who masquerades with malevolence 
masticating the meat 
milking the marrow
the minstrel's music 
a maddening...

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The Minstrel
Sweet opiate flavour from the minstrel’s voice,
Will lure the depth of emotion to waft allure.
This same melody will strip the kingdoms astir.
When the singer decides to singe our creases in sinuous,
The last time you blared,contentment remained unmade.
 
 
I learn the song-mill has trailed...

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My heart erupts like a volcano
bursting with scathing songs,for 
the lobes of tyranny,fattened
by the deceptive lyrics,from 
sycophantic lips

My tongue,a molten kalam,shall
consume the valve of fear,preaching 
caution to frustrated souls,now
my music must rise ,from 
the din of ancient sighs,remixed
in the swelter of pain and anguish,rehashed
in the...

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Paper rustle of your lips 
is not needed to her really,
You're a knight, but your heart weeps,
You were brave, why are you thrilling?

You would strip your zealous sword,
But there are no foes in moment,
It would sing and say a word
loudly-loudly without torment.

And your ballads have...

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Behold the Pied Piper has tossed his pipe belatedly in the trash
   Having led folks down some garden paths he trousered wads of cash
Dollars, pounds, euros, rolls of wallpaper - the currency didn’t matter
   He gathered countless cretins, enchanted by piffle...

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