Best Troubadour Poems

'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,

dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late...

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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...

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A troubadour came by my house;
beneath my window he did sing.
I had never heard such melody
or listened to like lyrics ring.
He sang a song I understood,
a song of love for me alone;
and , gazing through the latticed frame,
I knew that I would be his own.

The...

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Troubadour Heart

Your troubadour heart
diamond embers sows
through cloudlike 
patches of blue gently

strumming wreathes
of feathered accords
and when sadness rears
its grieving head

your strings weaving
invisible threads
a simple melody lace
and a thousand

lifting notes rise
tied in a flow of
caressing waves
calling me back
 
from a dark and grave
soul stealing place
and I now...

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It all began in a small Orange Room
Followed by the big streets of The City
In which led to the grand stage of the Madison Square Garden

From the many meager loose change
To the endless sleeps on sofas
His own words never stopped on reaching for his dreams

Songs...

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STAR TROUBADOUR

Who    in noontime blaze
Comes singing of left
                                  ...

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John Denver Tribute 1-31-25
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Troubadour

Annie’s song rings maroon bells
Sung in gratitude by a country boy
As snowflakes celebrate alpine festivals
Where sunshine dances on shoulders.

Cowboy becomes mountain man
Letting melodies soar
High in the cathedral of the Rockies
Dance with dolphins on lyrical waves
Or serenade Blue Ridge mountains
Strumming lullabies for baby.

Perhaps...

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Noble troubadour making untrue verse,
while traveling from town to town on the dustiest roads,
reciting the lamenting lyrics to yourself,
and the echo is louder than words of folly growing within;
hold your anger inside, let it explode
in the castle's Great Hall, where all will listen, indeed! 



Monarchy...

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I love the songs of working people played 
In cabins and at dances, and along 
Highways where the vagabonds wander by,
Unchanged since days of early English song.
The English, Celtic minstrelsy can never die
As long as mandolins and fiddles cry
The ancient ballads of true love turned...

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The Troubadour

Like water reflecting upward
To a canopy of trees
Like blossoms on cacti 
In a red rock valley
The troubadour makes miracles
from words 
Like meteors traveling
From distant silence
Like canyons carved
From deliberate waters
The troubadour makes magic
from sound
Like sunrises over mountains
On cloudless mornings
Like snowfall on asphalt
Like wind in daffodil...

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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...

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Black who I be
Carrion my feed
Common is my flight

Hidin’ - still -
Back of my fellow
Raven’s roost

I’ll steal away your pain
If you’ll but allow me
 Simple 
‘Cause it’s also mine
All yea got to do
Is choose

Known your secrets
Can’t hide ’m from me
Does that make me
Your enemy?

Black
Who I...

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I Am Troubadour...

I am troubadour;
the singer and the swinger
of ancient lyrical lines,
as I inscribe them with my pen.
I am traditionalist;
of writing down many thoughts,
inscribing them on parchment skin
the feelings of inner self.
I am the smith;
a crafter of dexterity
in using many points of view;
when putting down...

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Laughter frozen in time
Silent yesterday's trapped inside
Whispered dreams aching to be heard
Before layers of years and lessons learned
Buried the path to the child in my heart.
Traveling on a mid-summer breeze
A misplaced troubadour 
With a suitcase of tears
Parting mists with gentle hands
Beckoning...

"Come out and play, before...

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In earnest I would comb the earth
Through desert, mountain, forest, firth
Cross highlands, lowlands, rolling hills
Swim oceans, rivers, fjords, and kills

All to find out where you are
No distance is too great or far
That isn't worth the trodden way
To be with you at end of day 

My...

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