Best Olde Poems

Ye Olde Classoom Days


Let us take a cruise to the great past.
Hold tight, it won't be an easy task.
Look here, pencils and erasers, 
and books to hold, again!
Classrooms, no 'putters,
Loose leaf paper,
New crayons,
Rulers,
Clock


November 27, 2019...

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Welcome to the Hogs head
The local ye olde pub
The ale tastes like urine
And there's maggots 
In the grub.

There's straw on the floor
A pee bucket by the door
And rats scurry in groups of ten or more.

The busty wenches serve the ale
And over the centuries
There's been spoken
Many...

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It may be dusty, gross or reek;
It’s sure to sell if it’s antique.

For Susan’s Antique contest...

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There's an island paradise located in the blue Atlantic.
No place on earth is quite as charming and romantic!
A shangri-la where beaches are pink and everyone smiles.
The place whereof I speak are the quaint Bermuda Isles!

There are no streets with mundane names like Elm or Main,
But...

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For Angie



The hallways rotated over and around me, maybe it was that aged smell of antiseptic affecting my equilibrium...
Trying to keep my feet, bracing the wall of the room she was assigned with my hand to gain my balance, I was overcome with 
hot vibrations...

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A
silken
coat of arms-
hid a chain of
mail...

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I  am a chestnut tree 
Hard to crack!
“That olde chestnut.”
The hurricane
 barks!
 
My leaves are green 
With enormous veins:
Lizard's claws;
Grip tight
their victims.
 
Upon my bough
A patchwork nest:
A golden ratio nestled
In the centre;
Bustling with baby sparrows
Mama sparrow is picking
The warms
Loitering in 
the undergrowth.
 
I am...

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Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe

Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all light up
at the sight of these delectable treats, they had...

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a frayed brim,
jeans torn and worn
- faded by sun and sea;
a carefree beard,
not of fad nor fashion
   but of living!

tears and tears for
truant truths
      dried
like the salty stains
on a slicker and
the vacant hopes
  of a stare......

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I hear the bell like ex-wives voices nagging
Hanging,beneath the olde shoppe door ringing
When someone enters through
They have and I do 
A swift little dance and a more ridiculous jig
To that stupid and silly sounding thing

Every time I hear it, it echoes in my head 
As...

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Once upon a tyme, an old ladie,
Gallant, gay, in spirite and thought,
Would often go alone to market and shoppe.

Alas! One day, stroke fell upon that soule,
No oxygen for hours resulted in dispaire.
As she lay calling upon her God.

Brain crossed at neck, 
A right side brain...

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It annoys me so, from time to time,
When those Olde Hymns just don’t rhyme.

It seems a rather awkward move,
To rhyme words like “Love” with words like “Prove”,
And to rhyme “Lord” with the word “Word”,
To me it just seems quite absurd,
Is there not a word around,
Which...

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Doing what they love, all are welcome to try
Rhythms of passion fly in the night sky
Up and down the maddening notes dance 
Many drink and sing as drummers are in a trance
Seducing beats are the soul of the Medieval camp...

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Gone, long gone -
cast into the wistful yearning of yesteryear           
the halcyon days of  reminiscence and longing
of summertimes and certainties,
of niceties and neighbours and the joy of friendships
that were built of stronger stuff
 
Gone,...

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She
could not
bake the bread-
though she kneaded
dough....

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