Best Travail Poems

The archers’ line was straddled,
By many a shapely calf.
The Marshall called the nocking,
And winked at the pretty lass.

The Maiden drew the bowstring back,
To her ruddy cheek,
As she fired her fledgling flights;
They heard the fair Maid "Eek!"

Chorus
"Sing Hey Ho, best beware!
Hey Ho have a care,
If ye've...

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children growing up in a bewildering moral landscape
what is right, what is wrong, what is politically correct
with mindless amusements or habits they seek escape
the media, education, religion they all opposing direct

the parents fared no better, controlled and farmed by big corporation
forced to deny and reject...

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In the dead of night,
I heard the cry of death;
A shrill cry it was, 
But a faint cry,
As of a heart fainting of strength.

It oozed out in a steady stream
Of soul-rending shrill
As of unending wail and groan
From a house lately frequented by the grim reaper.

"Owailo",...

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In the dead of night,
I heard the cry of agony;
A shrill cry it was, 
But a faint cry,
As of a heart fainting of strength.

It oozed out in a steady stream
Of soul-rending shrill
As of unending wail and groan
From a house lately frequented by the grim reaper.

"Owailo",...

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Soul in Anguish, 
Soul in torment,
Soul in delirium, 
Soul in pain,
Soul in ecstasy, 
Soul in anxiety, 
Soul in frustration, 
Soul in disdain.

Soul in passion,
Soul in laughter,
Soul in death and 
Soul in life.
Soul in penitence,
Soul in reflection, 
Soul in love and
Soul in strife.

Oh my soul you
Keep...

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TRAVAIL

place your bets then roll dice twice
test the tale of death and life
call forth a need for God
plains of trust not doubt
pray tell us please
as it is
fill my


needs…

where that
sad heart bleeds
like stale sick jokes 
that form the march
to raise pure white flags
in time like dark...

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The day presents a journey, waiting to begin,
a font of wisdom in a strange new land,
each personage a soul to take apart,
although one never  knew those traveler delights;
the things to love,
the mystery to probe--
that vague excitement beating,
beating in a viscous river, not the heart,
but...

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Hill by hill, a travail climbing.
Which new outlooks give birth to
Wider, brighter, a mountain valley's.
Deep sighing, as we breathe through.

On a grander appreciative scale
Those life-stepped that culminate
Heaven-reached, soul-released, eying
Earth; rained on compassionate....

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