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"Purity of hand, bright without wounding,
Purity of mouth, without poisonous satire,
Purity of learning, without reproach,
Purity of vows."
"The English language brings out the best in the Irish. They court it like a beautiful woman. They make it bray with donkey laughter. They hurl it at the sky like a paint pot full of rainbows, and then make it chant a dirge for man’s fate and man’s follies that is as mournful as misty spring rain crying over the fallow earth."
T E Kalem
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I'm the lai, with no sort
Of grave, solemn thought,
And I
Will never be caught
By miseries sought,
Nor sigh;
Where battles are fought
Or arguments brought,
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I was honored to participate in the Medieval Poetry Contest at last year's Renaissance Fair, sponsored by the Age of Chivalry! Here is my prize and winning poem.
"Dragonslayer"
Duty calls, the Poet rides
Astride ethereal steed.
Beauty bound in castle bides,
Denied her noble needs.
Impossible tasks are all she asks,
For fair maid to be freed.
For Beauty would I blithely bind
The Autumn to the Spring,
A dewdrop in the ocean find,
And teach the stones to sing.
Impossible tasks are all she asks
For white doves to take wing.
A thousand nights, a thousand tales,
Five hundred dragons slain,
Flax turned to gold, behold - the Grail!
Foes' heads, a daisy chain.
Impossible tasks are all she asks
For love not be in vain.
The Quest goes on from dusk to dawn,
The fair maid finally freed.
By sword and shield, by brains and brawn,
To battle, blast and bleed.
Impossible tasks are all she asked,
A Poet's courtly creed.
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