Ballad Poets Poems

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the minstrel tells stories singing ballad after ballad
still he starves to death on keys and tones

the bard tells tale after epic tale
still he lies alone...

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In a world of modern verse, I stand,
An old-fashioned poet, rhymes in hand.
I savour the dance of words on a page,
Where rhythm and meter command...

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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,...

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In yonder glen where thistles bloom,
'Midst heathered hills and meadows groom.
A lark ascends with lilting cheer,
Its song a ballad sweet and clear.

The haggis grazes on...

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Diverse Forms of Poetry 

Poems, oh poems, so diverse and grand,
A world of words we can't understand,
Each type unique, with its own style,
Capturing moments, making...

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All I feel is Empty...

I feel no love, I feel no pain,
Millions of thoughts running through my brain.
All my demons I have left unslain,
my cheeks...

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I hear them singing,                                           ...

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You knew me when I built monsters
Before the days when you bled
You knew me when I surrendered
To the nightmares in my head

You were just a...

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Dear wedding rehearsal dinner
Sorry for not speaking sooner
We've been delayed by the bride
'Cause she's gone out for a ride
You know — who are we without...

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From my Blog:
Of Byron, Keats And Shelley, A Few Words

(1.)

Of Byron And A Visit I Once Had

Alas! Youth and its joy away has flown
I wake...

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From both sides of the world we poets hail
Japanese Chokra and Russian Chatushka
Italian sonnet and African Kwansaba
Keenly delighting each other without fail

Within ballad a most...

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THE DUTY OF SOME POETS IS TO  TO FULFILL THE TRUTH.THE DUTY OF OTHER POETS IS TO FULFILL FICTION. POETRY HAS A DUTY TO...

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What Works
by Michael R. Burch

for David Gosselin

What works—
hewn stone;
the blush the iris shows the sun;
the lilac’s pale-remembered bloom.

The frenzied fly: mad-lively, gay,
as seconds tick his...

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I sit and hear them in my head
The stories to tell before I’m dead
For there are things to say
Before eventually I waste away

And I hear...

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Limericks, cinquains, sonnet, and cinqu.
So many choices, what do I do?
Fabulous type of poems to write.
Working on one this very night.
Ninettes, nonettes, light verse, hey!
Please...

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