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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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