Best Peerage Poems

Winter Awakens My Care
anonymous Middle English poem, circa 1300
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Winter awakens all my care
as leafless trees grow bare.
For now my sighs are fraught
whenever it enters my thought:
regarding this world's joy,
how everything comes to naught.

Original Middle English text:

Wynter wakeneth al my care,
Nou...

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Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
   sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem
Old English Poem (i.e., Anglo-Saxon Poem) from the Exeter Book, ca. 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this sun
and graciously provided its radiant engine. 
I was gladdened with glees,...

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an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then
The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the walking walls to practice the movements of the feet moving...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 8th,   2020

Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of month every year, what a bum
er, an inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
sans yesteryear...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil,
(albeit harmless) look
regarding feeble effort I undertook.

Don't forget hour hands 
of clocks spring forward
sixty minutes 2:00 AM on
Sunday...

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Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022

Hour hands of o'clock get set back 
sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn
round about this same day of November 
every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged 
from this wayfaring chum
purposelessly manipulating a...

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Unwana, Unwana, I have chosen you amongst the daughters of men,
amongst the maidens of my felon tribe, 
to bear the torch of our waning kindred…

Unwana, I have chosen you, favoured one, out of the delights of the heart
to take the minstrel seat and chant soft...

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The Rhymed Poem aka The Rhyming Poem and The Riming Poem - Part II
anonymous Old English Poem from the Exeter Book, circa 990 AD
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He who granted me life created this sun
and graciously provided its radiant engine. 
I was gladdened with...

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On a grassy verge above the surging rill 
she stood fair haired and proud,
three leaf clover substrate at her toes.
Clutching saline bouquets I had plucked 
from my neighbours walk-in green house.
Woman of resplendent peerage cast a 
pearlescent glance among the swirl-frond 
waves that prey on...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 13th,   2022

A long time graduate courtesy 
Hard Knocks alum,
once again yours truly 
posts reasonable rhyme 
about shortest day of the year.

Two o'clock Ante Meridiem 
nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock 
sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of...

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Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means...

discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized
state of body, mind, and spirit triage.

Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night
occurs earlier as the world turns  
beckoning, hinting, robbing passage 
regarding days of our lives, 
where the young and the...

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A twelve and a half foot mongoose on a train could be likened to a twelvemonth tail of a tram whose movements of splash could be a beef tuning a banjo or a bamboo style crib holding up a playing card of a jack. Jacks...

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Pork-chop cheeks and whiskey smiles,
Unable to hear the screams,
Or feel the clenched fist of anguish.

Just gravy boats, reporters’ notes,
And passenger windows,

A self-perpetuated pride,
A collective team of ego.

Laughing in hysterical
Deliverance of ignorance.

Playing around,
Intentionally oblivious
To disastrous decisions.

Twenty-plus years too late.

National incompetence,
The scourge of historical importance,
Shattering a nation’s...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil curse,
butta I avoid tempting him 
courtesy fanged hook or crook
(albeit harmless) look
regarding feeble effort I undertook.

Don't forget...

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