Saracens Poems - Poems about Saracens

...Widsith the Far-Traveler, Part II ancient Anglo-Saxon poem loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hrothulf and Hrothgar, uncle and nephew, for a long time kept a careful peace tog......

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...If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily : LXXXVI [Note: 216,000 cases of pedophily, perpetrated by the clergy, have been recorded by the Catholic Church in France since 1950.] If......

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...she stood, staff in hand ... staring down at the man kneeling before her - strands of her hair danced on the breeze like a stallion's tail ... cinnamon skin, a stunning contrast to her bri......

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...Villanelle : Never political but spiritual the ancient Indo-Chinese pilgrim ties In Memory of the late pathologist (and amateur Astronomer) Associate Professor CHONG Siew Meng, Nationa......

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...She stood, staff in hand ... Staring down at the man kneeling before her Strands of her hair danced on the breeze like a stallion's tail Cinnamon skin, a stunning contrast to her brilliant whi......

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...Blinded Nation's people were shouting: crucify him, "he said, he is the son of God". His blood on us and our children. Cross smeared with his blood, condemned, through nails joined with cluste......

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...The hill had stood on its plain for eons between the mountains and the Sea, Still, quiet, barren, As the wind blew across it And the stars shifted, When a hunter Eight thousand years ago Sa......

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...Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version (KJV) To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: Time passes as the lay of the land calls the tread of the seekers and peni......

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...Already was straight up the flame and steady To speak no more, and yet away it went Being the sweet poet to let it ready, When another, which followed in ascent, Made us to turn our eyes to top......

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...Mighty oars to take us away from our shores Our horsemen marshal their men at arms The trek is long, battles of the blood-soaked Our swords we hold high Above our heads, the cross guides us to r......

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...From Valhalla’s fortress of spears and shields, Valkyrie riders make their daily runs… Crossing Bifrost to Midgard’s battlefields, Harvesting warriors till Ragnorak comes. Flying from Valhal......

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...They are such tiny people, slipping in your blood stream unperceived as you, crusading, ride the clouds and seas exposing unseen cavities within the noble paragraphs our children read, or did upon......

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...I think I'll go to Memphis 'cause it's 1957 We'll ride the Jim Crow stagecoach...because we're young and prideful Well why not? It's 1957! we'll all grab bricks we'll all grab clubs ......

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...Round goes the spiral looping the path. Straight stand the stones high in green grass. Round goes the moat circling the tor; solitary stanchion saracens high altars they bore. Round goes ......

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