Best Swordsmen Poems

What is my best physical feature,
I look in the mirror and all I see is a sea creature.

Is it me bald head I ask?
But when is see me face it looks like a week old rusk.
No 

Uh! Me lips
No, no, they look like half chewed...

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The table was running with ale,
The wizard was starting his tale.
The barley-drunk swordsmen slouched near,
And tore at some dry hunks of bread,
And scowled as the sorcerer said:
“Come close and listen and fear—“
But they only glared at their beer.

Their leader unslung his long blade,
Said “You’re the...

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I love an antique tale
Where noble swordsmen never fail
To rescue ladies fair
Or brave the dragon’s lair.

The creaking castle door—
The hidden stairway in the floor—
They each enchantingly
Excite and shudder me.

Romantic terrors thus combine
With Beauty.  Old, old wine
Of witchery and wondrous dread
A Gothic castle in my...

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Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter,
 on the Kokoda trail  Second World War in New Guinea in 1942...



HARRY WEST  of KOKODA...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJk

One man from Goodooga, black,
 yes a "Murray" so true ...blue.
He carried a sugar bag on his back,
 filled with grenades,...

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The Battalion set out through the fields
Over mountain tops under cover of the night
Moonbeams flushed with shadows of clouds
Provided a permanent array of light
Two by two the marched softly side by side
Anonymous to trees and staying out of sight
Dawn cracked the early morning sky
Geese flying...

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Rana's Legion Defends


Barbarians had won the city and slain all there
  burned it down after stripping it completely bare
From the Holy city of Rome orders quickly flew
  destroy these invaders now, your legion and you

Ten days hard march with never a long or...

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EVENING

Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there 
heads
Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs.
Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groans
But they are killed by the other wounded enemies
The cloud turns red. More still to go.

They wait...

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Personalities, no names just the same
personalities, say what you will, after
swallowing a mediocrity pill...personalities
self inflicted pain, bold lies told
protect and defend at all costs
in the middle, I can’t stop
I want to but for pieces and parts
say NO way
samurai swordsmen conspiratorial debut
punctuated by delusion of self
even...

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FIRE    THE   IMAGINATION


Mesmeric flames, coals aglow
Warmth on the face , don’t want to go
Burning coal and embers  smoulder
Outside room is getting colder
Pull my chair somewhat close
Moving flames me engross
Watch its heart-pulse  coalesce
In  orange metamorphosis.

Eyes are fixed and...

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Finally by the blood of swordsmen
They reach the mystic shore
Torn by battle each parched tongue
Corrupts it’s enemy once more

Flesh and spirit torn then stained
In legend myth and tale
Blew them, this final war
Llyr upon his sail

Bleached bones, sinew, hungry fists
Baying for a fight
Women to there long...

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Cease the moment and love unfolds
Stay within and time is still
A thousand swords swing against a single bladed spear
A surviving champion feared has the advantage 
How long can his strength hold out
Slice and slash, lunge and pull a hundred dead before you
Shaky swords gleam in...

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They that toil the soil,  
get soiled through the soil
For they that trespass through this lands passes through
The past,  and never ever come back
This place is ours to man,  not to maim
And for the blissful beam of morrow',  
i shall boil...

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The table was running with ale,
The wizard was starting his tale.
The barley-drunk swordsmen slouched near,
And tore at some dry hunks of bread,
And scowled as the sorcerer said:
“Come close and listen and fear—“
But they only glared at their beer.

Their leader unslung his long blade,
Said “You’re the...

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Memories of youth after many turning pages still in touch,
captured imaginations painted by passing clouds as such.
The princess of heart enters my dreaming sphere,
by first sight not knowing how she got there.
My castle of dreams in secrecy of captured imagination,
only those things I love allowed...

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Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II
ancient Anglo-Saxon poem
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew,
for a long time kept a careful peace together
after they had driven away the Vikings' kinsmen,
vanquished Ingeld's spear-hordes,
and hewed down at Heorot the host of the Heathobards.

Thus I have...

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