Long Squires Poems

Every year In Robin Hood Country Nottingham
There in October, they hold. What is known, as the Goose Fair. It's huge. and goes back centuries, straining the Middle Ages, perhaps even longer.
My pals and I back...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic...

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I've always admired 
horses
and I guess I most surely 
always will
No legend without em' 
complete
The unsung heroes of 
any heroic battle

Pony, colt, filly or mare
ride it bareback if you 
dare

Ride them to a trot, ride...

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The return to youth was what he brought me back to, but this was the issue. I've attempted leaps and extensions far away from my youth. From its eternal beauty and ego-driven agility and the...

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Sappho Translations XIII by Michael R. Burch

In these translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any way, shape...

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Nathaniel Bains was a kindly man but had little brains
He was as skinny as a lat
Lived in a small country village
And a bird nested in his tall top hat.

Nathaniel resembled a scarecrow his clothes were...

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[Continued from Part Three]



Thereupon the elder gave them all a single cart.
It was tall and broad with gems adorning every part
and had bells on all four corners plus a balustrade
surrounding, with a hanging awning offering...

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We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To...

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Part 1 of ?

Clippety, cloppety, clippety, cloppety
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
mounted for battle in all of their armor; they
rode off so gallantly through moors and fens.

How could they possibly know what...

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Chip away at the surroundings,
To get to the spoils inside.
Mindless of devastation,
Or the pain as a nation cries.

Off in a new direction,
The agenda must be upheld.
Global unification?
A very grim fairy tale!

Greed on their back as...

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I want to tell of manly men 
and speak of brave bold deeds, 
when stout men battled clime and foe
while mounted on fine steeds, 
fair maidens kept their home and hearth
when they set out to...

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Of 
splendid 
thrones of 
gold
Of 
treasures 
manifold

Of Sultans 
and Shahs
Of Emirs 
and Rajahs

Of 
jewelled 
caskets
or lavish 
banquets

Of 
sparkling 
crowns
and 
flowing 
gowns

Of kings 
and queens
Rulers and 
emperors

Of their 
subservient 
stewards 
and 
obedient 
butlers
Or the 
servile 
knaves...

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Against the castles walls tonight
The broken assemblage of squires and knights
Dance around the damsel in delight
Her distress dispersing dreamers into fights

This America deserves a better show
While the bugles rage, against the muffled heart 
The cold...

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That Diaspora represent a piece of my identity,
Strewed my views on the squires of taciturnity,
Inconspicuous lines and depictions,
And then there's the pencil wizard,
Follow my body's rhythms, that I used to bury,
A meandering deer in the...

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Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto I
Verses 8 and 9

Swords, bucklers, "apparatus belli" seen,
all shields escutheoned by their family sign.
Pass gate, across bridged moat, on road called Queen,
ranks coursed their way toward Broughton Place of pine.
Impedimenta came...

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On the battleground where evil fell
That spread throughout both hill and dale
Are the whispered tales of swords and slings
And the legend of a thousand kings

White knights and squires on armored horse
Who bravely chose to stay...

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Dear Doyle,



Why have you not incorporated me further into your work?
When I found out I appeared briefly, in just three stories, I was hurt.
You made me smarter than Sherlock himself,
but, alas, you did not find...

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When fate decides to bring you love.. smile..
for fickle fate oft omits the finer things,
bless the ground, stay enamored, yet, awhile.

Love, ah love, it is beauty without guile
and when gifted so your hearts will take...

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Verily I say unto thee,
The subjects of kings are not free.
They answer to all the king’s court.
Submitting a yearly report.

If rulers own part of thy time,
With a tax on every dime,
Then thy freedom and liberty
Is...

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Dried discarded utensil utterly useless when no

longer perform duties, shun slowly you

and me hardly test water prior to corrupt,

sought drive pile yet high, care not be I

problem, speak lack thought though much

goes into being so...

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The Beheading of Thomas

Let the clowns play on heathens dirt floors
With the rabble and unwashed masses

The Squires shall reside above
With men at arms and knights of superior glove

Allegiances to kings and royal courts
Let the bishops...

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Sleep.. indigo’s eyes, night loving allies,
Sol’s flare is stars' disguise dawn till dusk’s reprise,
peach awe-inspired skies effuse juice sunrise,
east, grapefruit pink lies - lemon slice rhapsodize.
Pastel wash replies to Zephyrus sighs,
morning glory highs yield to...

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It's so warm...
The clouds are shifting...
   I can feel the bright evening sun curessing my face.
The cool wind ruffels my hair.
   I can hear the small leaves red, brown, yellow, and...

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Oh the goddam cockroaches!
Like living aliens from 50’s movies: 
and in my house!

Where do they live, these errant knights? 
In search of food, and greasy squires, as 
they scurry across the  kitchen’s night.

One’s without...

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FORGOTTEN DEEDS
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS




Colin P. Kelly, John Basilone
Two Good Men That Should Be Known
They’re Now a Part of Our Ancestry
Now Fading into the Pages of History
Audie L. Murphy, Jonathan Wainwright
They’re Framed Images Now out of...

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