Short Troubadour Poems

Lombada painted&poetized
well deserved her high fives
Famed as a troubadour
years ago in days of yore...

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“Greatness”…the goal of ermined kings,
“Sainthood”…nun and priest,
“Fame”…the troubadour who sings,
“Mankind”…the charnel worms who feast....

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-Folly in Grin-

Sleeping troubadour
Ask his ink why he slumber
Or his papyrus
Words they themselves would forget
Since their lord is indisposed...

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Laughing daisies dancing 
In the warm, June breeze.
Cloud lambs 
On a field of blue.
Fence post troubadour
In a yellow vest.
Green grass
Sipping morning dew....

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Adieu

Red cricket
Flirts with the rising moonglow,
Feels the first icy fist of frosty breath subdue
The summer chorus serendipity
In a cold moon shadow -
Summer troubadour bids "Adieu!"
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I wonder if you think of me
The way I think of you
I wonder if you miss me
The way that you used to 
I wonder if you still, you know
Two, the Spanish word
When once I was your troubadour 
And you were my bluebird...

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Sometimes I call you "Bluebird"
To you I'm "Troubadour"
You're a silver microphone 
I'm a red guitar
And when you say my name out loud
I'm at your beck and call
But the one I love the most is "babe"
I like that best of all



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The stars at night so brilliant 
So many stars to see
And although they all do twinkle
Does yours still twinkle at me?
Are you still on that star my bluebird?
T'was a time when I knew for sure
Yet these days I gaze and I wonder
Am I still your troubadour?...

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Place your finger on my arm
Trace the outline of your guitar
Then take it up on to my chest
And trace my heart, you know it best
You think you don't but yes, you do
It's very beat belongs to you
And someday you may feel its peel
The pulse it has for you is real...

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I think of you my little dove
Your troubadour, he scribes his love 
Through poems, snippets, winks and smiles
Connecting us across the miles
Until we meet again you'll be
On my mind, I wait to see
You walking in for Sunday song 
In that short time I will not long
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sitting on the corner
in a cold and windy city
I wrote a little verse
I think - more of a ditty
It had a subtle lilt to it
a bit terse – a bit witty
of a troubadour too cold to sing
Oh, Lord, it is a pity
sitting on the corner
3AM - in a windy city

John G. Lawless
©12/9/2021...

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I scorch a path
down a new trail
with visions and
essences yet experienced.

I wish you were
with me somehow,
trekking across the
familiar unknown.

Yet, we blazed a
new star within
the cosmos, rich in
luster in love

even as I flee to
new distances, my
troubadour heart shall
long in perpetuity....

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into the clouds
my spirit
flew up high
and then flew
downward fast
and faster
into blue
alabaster

a troubadour of song renown
followed it the way down
happy when both were met
the melodious duo
sang the song my spirit
loftily sought and found
together spread the word
God is Love in sonorous sound...

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Troubadour sitting and waiting for you
Would do anything you wanted him to
Renaissance man now plucking the strings 
Dreaming of all sorts of marvelous things
Some can be put down on paper right here 
Others will just stay inside me, my dear
The ones that are there are the ones set afire
Fueled by the passion of ardent desire...

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Feel better soon dear Bluebird
Someone loves you much
The troubadour that's in me
Is writing such and such
In little ditties, longer lines
Some that take a page
But all express my heart in words
And once you're on the stage
I stand behind and in the back
Your beauty in full view
I like to think that painting
By Klimt is me and you ...

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Girl of my dreams, to me you're a queen
The most beautiful woman that I've ever seen
More precious than emeralds in settings of gold
And thoughts of togetherness never get old

Whenever I'm with you, inside me I say,
"Moment stay frozen, time go away"
You're in my heart always, where there I will be
Your loving troubadour waiting for thee
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Wandering in a love song
Dreaming of his hearts embrace
The Troubadour sings

"Raison d' etre"
While stars cast a lonely moon's tune
Where darkness shields his fate

As wind is to rain, his sadness 
Blows tears to the ground and falls
Like heavy roaring

Thundering skies crash
While his lyric silences soft
The Troubadour sings


July 20, 2019...

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Come run with me down to the sea
  Hand in hand, just you and me

Down
  Down
    Down
       Down to the sea 
  Where I will be your devotee


Come skip with me along the shore
  Rejoicing hearts, forevermore

Skip
  Skip
    Skip along the shore
  And I will be your troubadour


Come fly with me o'er timeless sands
  Glisten waters, faraway lands...

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guitar in your arms
taken to heart
troubadour tempest of free form poetics
playing your part

talk in your sleep
dreams come untrue
mastering mystery-charm for the masses
acting on cue

mistrust in your eyes
callers on hold
awaiting without a clue at the reason
centuries old

guitar in your arms
turn and depart
maverick songs in the voice of a martyr
playing your part...

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For full nine months forlorn widow,
Every nine hours by window;
Men watching their every shadow,
Still hoping for her Ricardo,
Who'd promised her Eldorado,
This doing in a Choice Meadow...

Now, The Incommunicado,
Gone her main source of Bravado
And Volunteering Troubadour,
To her a Buck she to him Doe,
Ricardo, not innocent, though...

Slain for vanishing with Grang's dough...

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Chente—mi amigo, compadre, hermano
Troubadour of our pain untold
Minstrel of our abandoned souls
Keeper of our traditions bold

So loved by La Virgen de Guadalupe
That she took you on Her day
Now heaven’s honored balladeer
For Her now, you may play

You leave us with our sorrow
Our inconsolable despair
So, with a soft prayer on our lips
We plead—Volver!  Volver!
     


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Expose faster
your songs from limbo
of your soul and exposes
your bosom...!
Do it list and with tenderness...
May you sing them beautifully
and grace...!
cast them accurately
on your beloved balcony,
at the counter of your intended...
Do it with maximum promptness
and grace, because you're at risk
that she listens to the songs
of love from another
further agile troubadour... and
  be enchanted...!...

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words in the form
of orgasmic poetry
spew from out me
but as of late
me being
a truant
troubadour 
in need
of more
education

displaced heart
palpitations
in need
of a teacher
but only thee
though reaching
across countries
across a sea
in expressive wit
with a width which

in need
only thee
who can put to
gether
gathering
my random vowels
and consonants content
making my Muses'
orgasmic
poetry...

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Will you always be my bluebird?
I hope you say you will
Of you and all about you 
I'll never get my fill

Would you want to be my sweetheart?
I know you can't right now
But maybe in the future?
Someday, someway, somehow

Will you always be my dream girl?
I know the answer best
So let me answer for you
Definitely yes!!

And I'll always be your troubadour
If you want me to
Waiting in your shadow
Quietly loving you...

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Come to me my darling
Let my kiss your face
And shower you with lilacs
Too many for a vase

I love the person who you are
I long to hold you tight 
To carry you when you are tired
To sing to you goodnight

To take your burdens as my own 
To do things as a team
To love on you with all my might
To live with you my dream

Your troubadour is waiting 
His pen is in his hand
Ascribing poems day and night
To you his lady grand...

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