JOE POEWHIT

Veteran Poet - 1,161 Points (Scratches on the page, making noise. / New York City)

The Bard - Poem by JOE POEWHIT

A nice bar, to stop and play.
The bard is here, what's to say?
Unpack fiddle, poems and gear.
Let me find, an empty ear.
So and what - this and that.
A wine bard, anymore raps.
Meal time - sing us a song.
'Hours late, must get along'.
Here are some coins bard.
Onward next bar, that roads hard

5/2012 POEWHIT

JESUS SAVES


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Poets or Bards in the middle-ages. Newspaper-gossip, entertainment in the pubs on the roads.

Comments about The Bard by JOE POEWHIT

  • (5/23/2012 9:37:00 AM)


    Outstanding masterly well crafted poem! Yuh's wonderful.Thanks with this sparkling gem you've driven away my-RAGE. (Report) Reply

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  • Wahab Abdul (5/22/2012 10:17:00 PM)


    nice, very nice i like the concept, nice poem (Report) Reply

  • (5/22/2012 6:44:00 AM)


    Let me find, an empty ear.

    good job man
    very interesting
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 16, 2012



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