Best Musketeer Poems

Strode the red with a somewhat elegant stance.
Posture strut, apparel of a musketeer from France.
Outstanding panache surely caught the glance
Of the staring virgins, of the...

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First read Jan Allisons, "One lonely musky tear"

One Lonely Musketeer

Tiss true I have me comrades
Men at arms, one for all and all for one
When it...

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I teach, i fly, i write
I thought, i flew, i broke
I fell in love with paper's note
But the index did not reach its goal

I revise,...

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I was a musketeer
Fighting to save a dying land
Soldier with a heart
Hate never disappeared
As greed and waste were in command
Tearing it apart
Armed with a sword...

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Quote: Some of the best speakers in the world 
are those who were listeners first....

The rain gently whispers to my window I am here 
as...

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Everything was set and plans were made
The two Musketeers would become three
The day you finally came
But it all went wrong in the blink of an...

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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...

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I do like this time of the year.
But it does bring a tear.
I have no one, 
to have that fun.
Alone eating my three musketeer....

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Salami for a Horse. 
Driving home from the man whose profession 
is to study people´s entrails, rice pudding he
had said and no booze- and for...

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Coming from relatively poor family man leaves his home and towards Paris steers
Living behind his mother who because of separation sheds tears
But she knows better...

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“A poet’s pestilence – dash off from him away!
He is sickness and, because of this,
you, crazy, bring on home the plague
but you don’t know the...

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I became a FART
                     ...

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Back in the 14th century
there was a brash young English lad,
who always got his kicks
from doing something bad,

Getting tired of being reprimanded,
and his life not...

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Hear the voice of congregation
How they raise, how they praise
To their leader and their God
How they raise
See the money and confetti
Watch it fall, watch them...

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She tried so hard to fit in it was funny
But her disposition was sweet and her smile was sunny 
So we gave her a pass,...

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