Blacksmith Poems - Poems about Blacksmith

One sunny springtime morning I met her on a fair day. I saw her from a distance Out strolling on the fair way. As like the springtime morning She filled the air with joy... She was a rose of England And I a blacksmith's boy. I heard that she was singing As I maundered ever near; The sweetest charming plainsong Sent softly to my ear. As like...

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The Medieval vampire Blacksmith worked into the night Printing counterfeit money. Blacksmith, only one with metal safe To hold in storage town people's gold. The people gave him their gold Blacksmith gave paper promise ...

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A smile faint, but none the less It's there within his eyes, As the fire and the coals begin to burn. Now, his hand is on the hammer And the smoke begins to rise; Along with lasting memories that blacksmith's earn. Ten generations brought to him, Much more than just the tools, As he worked beside his father and the flame. Learning very quickly, It...

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The blacksmith a gunsmith he says he is, therewith aligned with Lilith Giving birth to death and pestilence, his allegiance is to his conscience, which is Greed. See how he and the rhythm of his essence is corrupt, So allow me to interrupt his rhythm for I am, the brain of the wordsmiths stem Verbally I strike...

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The blacksmith while he was hammering did hit his thumb, oh boy how it stung dipped it in water got bit by an adder boy, he swore and swore at the aching...

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The Potter and the Blacksmith.. I can hear the distant muted sounds, Sounds that are clouded in mystery and memory, Hammer steel, scree, Clank, Clank, Clank, metal on metal Brazen and hard the un-pliable steel, Forged by sweat and blood, I can feel it, feel it in my bones, Turning, banging, pulling, forming The Master bending and clanging upon His proud work-in-progress, For some are like the...

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Coal-smoke on summer air – the leather apron’d smith, a donkey to be shod – what tribal memory burned, forged into DNA? Forged into DNA by forebears of hammer and tongs – there’s nothing like metal against metal to give meter to song....

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To make They break...

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