Tabard Poems - Poems about Tabard

... it feels good to escape with authors and poets and dream up new places with tales that are spun. but sometimes what's real and sometimes what isn't encroach on each other and read just as ......Read the rest...

... - Readers, I hope you forgive me. I’m retracting some words I once said: I'd planned to write just five of these tales But I've added a sixth tale instead.. Night The pre......Read the rest...

... The west winds of springtime Brought forth April showers That rained on the pavements Of Southwick for hours. It was standing room only And full to the brim As people sought shelter At th......Read the rest...

...Morning The Innkeeper checked his watch once again Hoping the chef's feelings weren't hurt. The last time they were, he arrived two hours late And then left, serving just his dessert. ......Read the rest...

...Morning She would chat and then nod as she washed And laugh as she dried and then curled But behind all the smiles that were wide, fixed and false She felt challenged and alone in the wo......Read the rest...

...Morning Having sighed a great sigh He perused all his tools From the mainsprings and tweezers To the wheels and the jewels. He removed the large case latch From the pocket watch cove......Read the rest...

... Morning Impaired by his tremors And a troublesome cough, He turned fur into felt Before cooling things off. He drooled once or twice And grew cold in his bones, But he shaped all ......Read the rest...

...Paper rustle of your lips is not needed to her really, You're a knight, but your heart weeps, You were brave, why are you thrilling? You would strip your zealous sword, But there are no foes ......Read the rest...

...Along ta derry ga de hance ‘til dawn we sit, amid, astance. And once the full moon rises on’t Da mid awhorl doth all we want. But soon ta blacken brot a gri, wit stil da crackon akabree-- And......Read the rest...

...Fables are told today Only on past golden days Love is what we’ll make today Loneliness will be ashamed to stay. Oasis as longs for rain, Wacky me to get a swain, Iambus we long to gain Naiad ......Read the rest...

... When I spotted Saint George in a van, I feared that his horse might be lame. Or worse, in a Doggomeat can, when hurt in some chivalric game. Saint George, it appeared was not happy, now car......Read the rest...