Long Bardic Poems

"Before The Gates Of Alahsar." 
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

(Bardic Style)

(Original Short Version)

(Version-1)

Sweet Alahsar, thy golden crowns
adorned the sky of verdant blue,
sweet land of dream, throne of Amethyst,
land of sunlight, ever shining.
Children of the mortal kind,
on silver...

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I've been a bit free with the vitriol with a couple of poems recently, and need to check myself.  Some months ago I met a bard, Kevan Manwaring.  In his book, the Bardic...

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"Before The Gates Of Alahsar,"
By,
Michael .P. Clarke.

Full Version.

Bardic style.

Chapter..........1..........Part..........1..........1.

Come now, my Lords and Ladies,
listen now to the tale I shall tell,
the ancient tale of the dreamland,
of Alahsar, I lay before you.
look now within your mind's...

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The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the filter of Time

In swirling...

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I think perhaps, there is no sadder thing to know
   then many of the works of Edgar Allan Poe.
In reading those familiar bardic words
   I find I could be scared 
...

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Once in a blue moon, in the circuit of the cryptic sky appears the transcendental fusion,
when the acquiescence of the sky emerges to display two heavenly bodies most exotic phases of union.

On those, mesmerizing venerated...

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On the third level, the revelry had ceased,
there was a great peace,
here, in the communal gardens,
a calm, joyousness descending,
a few people already resting,
on the grass, they lay,
the Tigress,
here to meet the Dark Man.
such quiet solitude...

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                      Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, 
       ...

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Sweet Just the Way I Like It

you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon arose sharp as a razor
and they set about creating a...

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For all the night she trod the furrowed earth
As she has walked all winter in her wake
In seeking for the child she brought to birth
The maiden bride whom Hades chose to take


The gibbous moon is...

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I
Is that a poem you’re writing?
Do you know what you want to convey? 
Have you set your ideas in a list with their peers
Ready to scribble away?

		II
Is that a poem you’re writing?
Have you chosen your...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Eighteen

Even as the lower rubbed its dazed eyes over Her hillocks
The light-foot Lass of Lahore made her way past the boating docks
Past the Marie’s dank reedy banks over...

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Life can be precarious- even sometimes hard.
Anyone can smile- you don't have to be a bard.
Life is not about the destination- or the actual journey. 
It's about your character- how you choose to face whatever's...

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As dark canvas unfurls bit by bit
Randomly gulping down acrylic paints of dusk
To satisfy his own thirst, not for long, to sprawl
Into a magical cosmos - flapping his dark wings atop
Swirling soft fair clouds that...

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Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way

   For Kim Patrice Nunez*, with hope

Must you mileage chalk up in free verse speed way
Let your wheels skid by letting loose grip on...

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To be hardened like steel, in a battle of wits,
Or to sink without swimming, why call it quits?
Leading the charge, with no one to follow,
Bridging the gap between friend and foe.

These are the things that...

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There once was a heart left there yet now it's lost in darkness bare,
              Shattered,
Yet holding out in these confines holds strong...

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In blue moonlight where Lady Ophelia drifts
the whispered streams in winter's beauty, her eyes
reflecting starlight vaguely float and fade
quietly to grey.

As the breeze kisses her soft white breasts, she sighs
 a zephyr to carry her...

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In a world ruled by gods and men,
who holds in their hand nature's pen?

When words are smitten to deaf ears,
dost one conclude their deepest fears?

Thy skilled soothsayer is portrayed,
as nothing more than a beggar paid.

A...

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Darkly glancing dragon eyes
	Dancing pools of fiery light
Sparkling gems witched from the skies
	Emerald, pearl, and ruby bright
Opal, sapphire, amethyst
	Coyly blend their crystal beams
Diamond spheres by heaven kissed
	Doorways to a thousand dreams
Wild -- undreampt since Ancient...

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The night it seems, a wistful muse
     as evening’s peach begins to bruise
with shadows stretched in brooding streams
      A wistful muse, the night it seems

 ...

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There's a soft glow about her
Bardic feelings she does stir
She waxes and wanes with time
Has changing moods in night mime
Sometimes, she's bright and happy
Sometimes, gloomy and snappy
Her humour affects the seas
High tides and low tides...

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Unsung Heroines Sung

below in palace kitchen
over fire in wattle hut
during lunch breaks coffee chatter
or the health spa apres sweat
where ever women gather
when ever women are
comes a quiet time of voices
a calm time, feelings slowed
then silence……
for...

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