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A Legend of A Remarkable Bard

And other poems by Samuel Luck

(The greatest hits you never read)

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2012 Samuel Luck



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A Legend of A Remarkable Bard

The bright lights of a frozen winter New York Night

Shining above my imagination of love and forgiveness

Luxury cars and smoke filled bars from a forgotten era

The knowledge that I belong in another time constantly scraping my brain with the rake of devils

Alone in a world of millions but oh they will remember me

Yes they will remember me

Probably right after they dismember me

I await the day they sacrifice me to their ancient idols

Until that day I will stick them where it hurts

Speaking words as sharp as samurai swords

As they charge me in hordes

They believe they have me down but I am reaping the rewards

I am immortal forever the remarkable bard

With my written words time shall never take me away



A Phantoms Waltz

Here I am dancing with the phantom once again

To a tune playing from an old Edison phonograph

I am lost in a trance staring at her icy blue eyes

Impossible to realize how much time floats by

Feels like only seconds but it might have been days

I am drunk off her elegance my heart is ablaze

She presses her lips to my cheek as I begin to melt

She whispers in my ear all there is to know about love

Offers me a drink from her flask as she removes her glove

The substance smells like whiskey but tastes like heaven

An intoxicating nectar that can only come from up above

Liquid from the gods to touch these mortal lips

I float up to paradise with my hands around her hips



A Pub Called Running Bull


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