Plowman Poems - Poems about Plowman

...These are English translations/modernizations of Medieval poems written in Old English and/or Middle English. The Maiden’s Song aka The Bridal Morn anonymous Medieval lyric translation by Mich......

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...Brief Mane n' Tail shampoo tall (tell) tale Living social amidst crime infested urban jungle bumping uglies cheek to jowl analogous fate being housed in jail escape room of great outdoors ......

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...You stole my son without communication leaving me in massive distress. With no regard to my feelings as I laid my soul to rest. I died that night maybe two or three times you see. You’ll never kno......

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...PLOWMAN (for Bill Troy, and Messer’s generous free Plowman Day.) Not soon enough comes the thrill of snow! for plowmen who beckon the blizzard’s fall anxious to use his craft of geometric......

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...Our lives and our time Fired useless Into the air Toy cap gun shots Those winter palaces unstormed No tax offices ransacked Where is utopia I asked And no-one knew They looked at me with pity......

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...can a war zone hate in the autumn? better asked in the spring life takes on more fecund roles robins bouncing on the sod spring peepers drowning out my dreams and symphonies of war germinating......

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...Well and now you are somewhere on the Highway to Heaven or in the golden fields that Never need a plowman either way you should Be a saint by now 'cuz you were an angel When you were alive, y......

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...Out there, across the frozen tundra, the wilderness place ---- the ancient song sings; returning, since the birth of wood and glade, When lakes fell from the sky ---......

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...Moonbeam The greatest thing? The Candlelight Queen The patrons play neath your luster We welcome you With open arms and knowing eyes we walk your silver gable neath your smile ......

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...The plowman seeks out the land in this vast time from dawn to dusk looking for the right mixture of soil that he might produce a harvest but with his own knowledge it is hopeless for he plows and pla......

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...One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home, If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest, The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now a......

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...One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home, If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest, The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now a......

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...One in a million, gazillion, bazillion Worth more than gold dollars a trillion or a billion – You are my beacon, a Christian, love driven. No heathen, no herdsman, no huntsman or felon. No elfin,......

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...As Sol arises, greets the morn the soon test taker wails, "I'm doomed! If I had only read The Canterbury Tales! Or more of Samuel Collerige, or Wordsworth, Yeats or Shelley, More Medieval or ......

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