Now for the Vagabond - (the French Ballade Form)

I am trying this form of Poetry for the first time. It would be great to have some feedback as i wish to continue writing this form and see how we can reshape this old form of Poetry - the French Ballade. I am leaving the feedback to flow freely and would not make any changes but would continue changing (editing) this poem and the poem should take a good shape in coming days.

Cover to Banjo Paterson's seminal 1905
collection of bush ballads, entitled
The Old Bush Songs.
SOURCE: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ballad

Now for the Vagabond
So call troth of the mutiny laden vagrant, In the cycling moves in defence of his pondering Somewhere from the aloofness of this unsung tyrant, And the tearing and burning lumbago is domineering. The colors one by one and slowly despairing Bounded from the earth and timed by the sky; Darkness is still haunting in the aging blues, What the world saw is mutiny and lie.
Do sometimes those heart tries and eyes lie? Do you care for this unknown haggard looks? Dilemma out of all the lost fortunes survive, And he denies, sometime fabricates and sometime cooks Some justice delayed and provided though out of books, Perennial nights and no remorse from that eye; When the thumping stops the elusive vagabond speaks, What the world saw is mutiny and lie.
We for the Milky Way and many more, Compassionate and affirmative for the life it holds; Today’s Jingoism –My vagabond what you now bore, Long journeys for you and sometimes you ascend Hooligan out in the wild and circumstances pretend, With them your life burst and you untie; But what is for those critics premises left? What the world saw is mutiny and lie.
Vagabond – Motivation is now over ruled and sold, You never give up and always do try; Only thing now to boast is story’s untold, What the world saw is mutiny and lie.


Shamsud A
Thanks to Gay Raiser who helped me understand this form. Visit http://dversepoets.com/ to know more