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'The Inn of Balladeer'
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'The Inn of Balladeer' |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
The leaves will turn their golden hues and time will pass, spent poor and well the men like ants, will march on through some bound for heaven, some for hell Let me recall a tale of strife between two sides with different aims The side of truth, good will and humour; the side of anger, taunts and flames Good Baladeer, lute-toting bard, sang beautiful tales while your glass was filled And travellers came from miles around to soak within his haven guild His ally, Poetwheel was there, a jester he would entertain with tales absurd, or abstract rhyme, spilling from his idle brain Thing were always well and grand at the Inn of Baladeer tankards filled and emptied oft, song and dance, maidens fair Until the day the wind blew cold, townspeople gathered at the Inn They spoke with fear of a twosome bold, with reputations filled with sin Long John Silver was the first, a brutish oaf with one eye out A silver hook where a hand should be, a limp in part due to the gout Toerag was his ghoulish ace, a great hump adorned his mottled back his spoke with grunts, or with his club; he could deliver such a whack! Worried, folk feared for the worst, what troubles would this duo bring? Would Poetwheel and Baladeer draw their swords, unleash their sting? The tension caused ones hair to raise, so tight as skin upon a drum Then mighty BOOMS! The door flung wide; Toerag and his John had come! They ambled hard up to the bar, demanding ale and bellyfill They cursed and swore, harrassed and pushed, they glared and passed a surly chill When from the corner, through the din, a song as sweet as summer birds Poetwheel and Baladeer enchanted all with kindly words At once the evil duo froze, with mouths agape they sat in trance Soothed by the music, sweet and pure which filled with magic all the manse The tale was of two children lost; there families ne'er again to see and how they struggled with the world which dealt with them so cruelly Now as men they roamed the hills, bittered like a wine too aged They'd never felt the hand of help, only insults, taunts and rage The townsfolk sat in dreamy awe, then startled by a slamming door And when they looked across the Inn, Toerag and Long John were no more The men let out with battle cries, "you drove the evil fiends away!" But Balladeer then stood and spoke "Did not you hear the words we say?" "We too, the Poetwheel and I, were also orphaned, left alone, But we, with luck were found by kindness; love and tenderness was shown." "When again you see those two, remember it was simple fate, Could well be they inside our shoes, and Poetwheel and I with hate." From that day forth the town was changed, all were welcomed without fear To share an ale, a song, a meal, inside the Inn of Baladeer! ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html ICQ: 44370408 |
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Lucie Senior Member
since 1999-06-20
Posts 1077Houston |
What a heartfelt slam, Poetwheel you weave a romantic response to the war of words insanity. I liked the story. Lets see them top that!!! |
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Balladeer
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
BRAVO!!! BRAVO !!! You have outdone yourself, dear Poetwheel! What a stirring ballad with such a strong message! Toerag dare not show his face in our Inn. I may have inadvertently wronged Long John, though. Since the two rode in at the same time, I thought them together but now I come to feel that John has suffered under the abusive hand of Toerag, as we have. He may be an ally. The hard work put into this piece paid off well, Poetwheel. I'm proud to be teamed with you. I suspect we'll hear no more from Toerag the Tonguewagger! |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Thanks for your comments Lucie. Always appreciated. Balladeer: It's a pleasure to battle the scoundrels who sully your good name. This poem is a little winded and I'm not pleased with the look of it... frankly I enjoyed painting a little image of what we may have been in days of olde... Thanks! PW ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html ICQ: 44370408 |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
Ah, beautifully composed of a poetic duel... Toerag the Tonguewagger had better be a tad careful or the Green Knight will come soon or later with his polished axe in hand. |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Your reply is truly king, Arthur. Thanks, PW ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html ICQ: 44370408 |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Bravo!!! Poetwheel and Balladeer...Men in tights!............Good work.....I hope you and Balladeer live happily ever after!! |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
And Balladeer.....don't speak to harshly of Toerag the tonguewagger......it's made me real popular with some of the ladies....I am a black belt in Tongue Fu yanno.....LOL |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
ROFL.... excellent joust, Poetwheel!!! Toe: Very popular, indeed! *G* If Balladeer considers that an insult, he's definitely been around LJA too long! LOL |
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Poetwheel Member
since 1999-07-07
Posts 208Canada |
Thanks for your praise. Toerag...I hear you've wagged your tongue in more exits than entrances... PW ------------------ Poetic Wheelbarrow http://www.stormloader.com/poetwheel/den.html ICQ: 44370408 |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
What can be said nay we do not dread from what Poetwheel may conjure but look for more upon the door of Balladeer's Inn, be sure. ------------------ © KRJ Sunshine Words will always express our feelings true. ~~~ KRJ Look, then, into thine heart, and write ~~~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Testoterone fills every line of your poem - you won't find the 'lady' poets abusing each other in such a manner (well not to their faces anyway!). Very funny!  |
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Artur Hawkwing Member
since 1999-06-30
Posts 444USA |
What is to be said when Jabberwock doth raid and liquify SPAM with Toerag? Now, sway ye the song of sweet words versus wrong, don't end up in Bal's bag. (Very funny, loved this one...) |
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