Long Churl Poems

*There are only two damsels in this tale; all variations were simply for ease of writing.

Once Kate and Isabella went
To see the pretty fields of Gwent
And traipse through forest shade
They packed a picnic lunch for...

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III.
He was dragged into the king’s audience room,
the queen and several children were there,
tears streaked down Queen Endela’s handsome face,
she clearly knew a mother’s worst despair.

The king just sneered, his face a mask of anger,
said,”So...

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III.
The northern borders were alive with talk
of the Warlord known only as Bimeng,
who’d risen amongst the savage peoples,
and was said to be uniting them.

Now Reth had heard tales of such things before,
so he stirred not...

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The following limericks are a continuation of: https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/wicked_marys_been_a_bad_girl_1381428


Mary was simply horrid, as a wee girl
She was naughty and selfish, a school yard churl
She picked on one lil kid
Oh, yes indeed she did
Took out her scissors...

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She frowned at him, still dressed in his skins,
then cast her gaze upon sweet Nell.
“Why do you bring a savage with you?
Long, lost, little brother, do tell?”
Prent knew this would be a hard sell.
“She’s your...

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A conversation overheard between Shakespeare and his former muse.

"So many things hath turned to utter folly over the ages.
Hundreds of years since I've penned pages and pages.
What these ancient eyes of mine doth now conceive
plead,...

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"I don't call them New Year's Resolutions. I prefer the term: 
Casual Promises to myself that I am under no legal obligation
to fulfill."            ...

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They all put so much stress on
getting a college degree,
and if it’s math or science,
I think that I would agree.
But in the humanities
another trend now appears,
kids are taught to hate themselves,
and this is reason for...

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Today once more on this old seat
I mused amongst woodlands deplete 
of leaves where Autumn acts the churl,
watched winter smoke’s caress unfurl

Like ghosts that rose to touch the sky,
spirits of men destined to die
who could...

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II.
Then there are all the attitudes
you see taken up against men,
how the professors always seem
to do nothing but demonize them,
that we’ve done nothing for centuries
but scheme to ‘keep the women down!’
The great boogeyman ‘patriarchy’
must always...

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Our God is bountiful because the dove alights,
saturates, as if oiling our joints, softening the countenance,
our hands and feet that bear our cross.

My God bestows gifts, different than silver and gold,
yet worth more than those,...

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A depressed girlfriend you are no longer
For out this you will grow stronger
I understand your confusion
Could your life be an illusion?

My dearest girl it is plain to me
There are some things you may not see
The...

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There was a young man lived under a curse,
For having the gall to tempt fate.
He's played fast and loose with the daughters of whose,
Was a warlock whose powers were great.

This handsome young man had a...

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Tree to tree, the woods tries to hide him.
His growl and fur coat - neither slim.

His beacon ears hear all the gossip.
Before bares teeth, kindles kinship.

Apples, precious and spoiled, with hood.
She wants Gamma well, longs...

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When May cometh full in bloom
And robins and tits build afresh their room
Many a maid and her swain
Be  found in the meadow lain
Methinks the churl  that he be  - knoweth sin
With his...

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each thing living on
Murdth ‘sorbs water chiefly wet
backards of arid-
zona an’ the holmby hills’ 
chlorine romp ponds drawing the

scant as blue blood for
the thirsty altar as a
mercedes to the
mccam bridge carwash on
la cienega for the...

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Aware that the Goldilocks Zone is an area of habitable space a planet is from a star, this Monotetra poem resulted from my first thought...thinking with the mind of this fairytale miss. 


I don't like...

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What in the ink whorl is papièr churl going on?

Ill quill vapors are trying to victimize me,
vex prose don’t belong
Word saber player haters trying to stick it to me,
throwing cursive stones
Their coarse paper tone is...

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Golden Roses 


...to one who has faith, no explanation is necessary...to one without faith, no explanation is possible...Thomas Aquinas. 


Roses side by side where the grotto stood
A golden garden not seen by their eyes
Bernadette could...

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in rooms of rainbows
          bloomed her powers
some stranger things -
          one sweet, soft flower
though daft with graft,
...

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The ghetto's, estates
Of this corporate world
The profits they make
Stomach's churl

Posh offices
Limousine rides
They take each day
In their strides

Weapons are sold
To kill our troops
Friendly fire 
Technology scoop

Bankers bonus's
Like third world debt
In boardroom discussions
All preset

Fuel prices
Electricity
Can be taken...

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Love that is wise waits to unfurl,
the Grand Exchequer guarding pearls
that fools would fain throw before swine.
The fond endearments that are mine
would be to you a parrot's song,
words where the melody is wrong,
unless your heart...

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A branch awaits the carolling.
The choir, each limb afire with song.
The cold and bare kindled with snow.
   A branch awaits.

A branch awaits the spring of feet -
the twang of movement, soft or strong.
The...

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