Long Balladeer Poems

In history one can read of an earlier time,
When poetry and lyrics written in rhyme,
Were commonplace.  A travelling band
Of troubadours would wander the land,
Writing and singing, to bestow delights
On ladies, peasants, and errant knights.

Their...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised April 19th, 2023

IM pen named Pilot Jane A. Rug
who ascribes to writing poetry
as opportunistic, holistic, and cathartic
warming me body electric
courtesy an outsize 
warm brimful...

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Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows …...

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"YES! THERE ARE MANY SINGERS WITH GREAT VOICES...
JUST THEIR MERE SOUND, ALONE, TELLS US THAT THEY CAN HOLD A NOTE AND CONFIDENTLY "CARRY A TUNE!"

BUT...

WHAT ABOUT A SINGER, WHOM WHEN THEY ENTER A ROOM, OPEN...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2024...

(Any resemblance between the following humorous account and real life circumstance tis purely coincidental).

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager...

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Up up the fly away wig doth go revisited and revised March 10th, 2022...

Went off for hair raising shindig
donning noggin of villager in Nigg
(historic county of Ross-shire,
historic region of Ross
and Cromarty, northeast
coast of Scotland).

Somehow postiche...

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Utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August orchestra
today June 10th, 2022
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) impossible mission
driving after dark
genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted...

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starry eyed cloud of surreal angels

utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted courtesy,
viz cochlear...

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There’s a man I’d like you all to meet whose Aussie through and through,
From his felt hat to his R.M. boots, he ridgy didge, true blue.
He was born in Roma, Queensland, back in nineteen thirty-three
And...

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Upon the lakes they do swim gliding so effortlessly   
These species of graceful waterfowl the largest of anatidae family
In their beautiful pure white plumage with elegant long curved necks
Blunted beaks and big webbed...

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I live in Arrubluc by the sea
much like the fabled Llareggub
made famous by Dylan Thomas
in the radio play 'Under Milk Wood'.
The land meets the sea here as well,
but it's a beachside town, beside the sea,
not...

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A Effigy in crystal
abandoned
in time
fixed the twinkle 
shining crysolite eye
gentleness shown
by slant of her mouth
Traveller’s stop
lingering long
whispering Softly
of Willows sad song


A balladeer 
old for his time
Sagacious voice
singing in rhyme
sits in shadow
lamenting 
her plight
serenading willow
A good...

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Deep and Shallow he speaks of Wrestling with his own interest in mind he said of his the coompanies champion. Far from the ways of Competitive Sports Wrestling. Thats the staement that got managemnt wanting...

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Did you ever Roberto Nesto … the reggae maestro
Decorating rocks in the ghetto … children’s falsetto
Rising for liberation from tenures of poverty
Logwood lit from the shredded ash of ganja smoke
Rising to rinse the heart of...

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Lion 'bout grabbing tiger by tail

Holy mole lee
watch out fowl, balladeer
look out... i.e. donkey kong
primate doth share
footloose slothful writing,
essentially swiftly tailored hare

reed styled mountebank
gets made by mice elf,
an imperfect triangulated square,
while "fake" charioteer
looses neigh scent...

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“Superior, they said, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early” – Gordon Lightfoot, Canadian Balladeer,
from The Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald

A song by Gordon Lightfoot I would hear
in 1976, my newborn...

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or
 
Trust Me, Sweetie -- That Flood You See Is the Harbinger of Doom
 
"Love's labor is lost on most bums." 
-- a pair of sore knees
 
*   *   *
 
My...

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I Am Bloke...

I am bloke you see
that I happen to be,
from Terra Australis land, 
and who likes to write about
the many things I’ve found,
that it is of the bush,
the scrub,
and other places be.
however, it is...

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OFTEN AS A STORYTELLER

Quite often as this storyteller bloke,
I like to play on words,
Seeing if it makes me to be,
In a sense of being
A wordy kind of fella,
Or am I just a plain 
And ordinary...

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I Am A Bloke.

I am a bloke you see
that I happen to be,
from Terra Australis, 
and who likes to write about
the many things I’ve found,
that it is of the bush,
the scrub,
and other places be.
however, it...

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This is the story of Norm and Nate, 
And Hank Williams, the great balladeer,  
And what was to be their horrible fate 
As they spun on this rotating sphere.

Nate the needle played hits on...

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This is another modern age,
the one others will dream about;
a free spirit out of a cage,
a balladeer creating art.



Many ages ago they used plain paper and ink,
I use a keyboard and a computer at all...

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Lo, Oh poet of mine admire;
Speak to the fire;
Converse open flame thine heart dire;

Arch-poet, ballad maker compose lovely lyric rhyme unto me prior;
 Ballad singer, balladeer voice still cry;

I ballad monger, idolize beat poet, bucoliast,...

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(Dedicated to Waylon Jennings who died February 13, 2002.)

You were the balladeer in the movie 'Moon runners' that was made in the 
seventies.
Several years later you became the balladeer in the Dukes of Hazzard on...

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