The Frame Narrative The story begins with a prologue in which Chaucer introduces the setting: a group of 29 pilgrims gather at the Tabard Inn in Southwark, near London, preparing for their pilgrimage to Canterbury. The host of the inn, Harry Bailey, suggests that to pass the time, each pilgrim should tell two tales on the way to Canterbury and two on the way back. The best storyteller will receive a free meal upon their return, paid for by the other pilgrims.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Pancake Tuesday Delight Golden batter, sizzling bright, Flipped with laughter, pure delight. Sugared lemon, maple streams,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I Am A Saint And A Sinner I am a saint, I am a sinner, For my man, I am his winner. Through the fire, through the rain, I take his joy, I bear his pain.
It helps, when you have, The courage to work together, With the one you love, A connection that could, Have been missed without,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
You pause and I hear your s-i-l-e-n-c-e You laugh and I sense the w-e-i-g-h-t You say "I'm fine," but I k-n-o-w You hold
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Please support the poet Marie writes in whispers, inked in dreams, casting verses on silent streams. Each word a spark, a wish, a prayer,
Manifesting Better times In the dawn's embrace, where hopes ignite, We draw in our dreams, taking flight, With hearts aflame and spirits high,
I am a princess Born into privilege. I walk down the red carpet Rested upon a bed of moss, Grown over jagged rock. Wearing only one crystal slipper,
By Janine Michelle2 years ago in Poets
near blinded momentarily by strategic imitation be it meat or man that flattering thief between me and my one and only
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Give me the bacon, A silver fork or a silver spoon, Nothing about the rich is in common, Nice and crunchy and golden, The way things should be,
Through neon lights and sirens loud, he walked beneath the restless crowd. A man of thought, with weary eyes, searching peace beneath the skies.
By Kenneth Rondina2 years ago in Poets
When we talk about love kisses would rise all above taking the love even higher they set the hearts on fire The feeling of offering a kiss
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