Swordsmen Poems - Poems about Swordsmen

...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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...They that toil the soil, get soiled through the soil For they that trespass through this lands passes through The past, and never ever come back This place is ours to man, not to maim And fo......

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...Memories of youth after many turning pages still in touch, captured imaginations painted by passing clouds as such. The princess of heart enters my dreaming sphere, by first sight not knowing how ......

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...Cease the moment and love unfolds Stay within and time is still A thousand swords swing against a single bladed spear A surviving champion feared has the advantage How long can his strength hold......

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...Personalities, no names just the same personalities, say what you will, after swallowing a mediocrity pill...personalities self inflicted pain, bold lies told protect and defend at all costs in ......

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...Finally by the blood of swordsmen They reach the mystic shore Torn by battle each parched tongue Corrupts it’s enemy once more Flesh and spirit torn then stained In legend myth and tale Blew ......

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...The Battalion set out through the fields Over mountain tops under cover of the night Moonbeams flushed with shadows of clouds Provided a permanent array of light Two by two the marched softly sid......

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...Rana's Legion Defends Barbarians had won the city and slain all there burned it down after stripping it completely bare From the Holy city of Rome orders quickly flew destroy these invaders now......

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...Harry West was an Aboriginal stone age hunter, on the Kokoda trail Second World War in New Guinea in 1942... HARRY WEST of KOKODA... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYFVC072rJ......

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...What is my best physical feature, I look in the mirror and all I see is a sea creature. Is it me bald head I ask? But when is see me face it looks like a week old rusk. No Uh! Me lips No, ......

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...FIRE THE IMAGINATION Mesmeric flames, coals aglow Warmth on the face , don’t want to go Burning coal and embers smoulder Outside room is getting colder Pull my chair somewhat close Mo......

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...I love an antique tale Where noble swordsmen never fail To rescue ladies fair Or brave the dragon’s lair. The creaking castle door— The hidden stairway in the floor— They each enchantingly E......

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...The table was running with ale, The wizard was starting his tale. The barley-drunk swordsmen slouched near, And tore at some dry hunks of bread, And scowled as the sorcerer said: “Come close and......

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...The table was running with ale, The wizard was starting his tale. The barley-drunk swordsmen slouched near, And tore at some dry hunks of bread, And scowled as the sorcerer said: “Come close and......

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...EVENING Corpses and torsos lay on the disvirgined field, some have lances on there heads Some bayonets on their hearts, some sabers in their stomachs. Blood flowed like water. Lucky ones groan......

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