i don't want to go back, i want to go forward
see more, do more
i am going to apply for that butler position
the dressing gown is out of retirement
my daughter's contribution today was a banana biff
and brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brrssssshcwhir, brshcwhir, pounck
there are no oranges left
my son slams the fridge door; cold turkey
exponential eggs and cardboard cheerios
feet up on the desk Hindu mythology
the alarm goes off; i go off
find a book on magic
and lie awake at night not knowing the arthurian legend
a tropical island experience
when will IHOP open in Britain?
i see a table of people with just ordered strawberry banana pancakes
i launch myself, jump on the table belly first
I said to the class,
"Now the first thing we're going to do, is feed this poem."
& I asked my friends, "Do you want to help me write an Arthurian epic?"
They replied, "Do we?!"
My son is writing a story, with a character called Professor Question-Mark
My daughter believes we're taking a plane somewhere every night
I picked up my children on the last day of their summer camp,
With my son running out the automatic doors uttering, "Let's get out of here."
Hundreds of pounds down the drain
Mad cheddar
Mad stacks of cabbage and
Post traumatic Christmas disorder
In the King's chamber at Windsor Castle
The audioguide informs tourists of its decorative history
Before announcing the bed in question in front of us is not the actual bed
A man groans and walks off
My mum asks me to go check on my dad in the public bathroom
I knock on the cubicle and say, "Dad, are you in there?"
He replies, "Yeah."
We find him at Victoria Square and I realise it wasn't him
There is mad screaming from another carriage on the train
I know we are near our station
Time waxes poetic
on a distant battlefield
The warrior a sage
—whose blood we all share
(Dreamsleep: September. 2022)
Were I to swim to the edge of the sea,
what splendid scene should await for me?
Would there be a castle turned upside down,
with moat and garden where roses abound?
Would there be a nook with bread and mead,
and rare leather-bound books for me to read?
Could I uncover secrets of the crown,
win a place at the fabled table round?
A lustrous lounge sitting next to a tree
with Merlin’s magic to envelope me.
A gnarly gantelope to test my firm ground,
unfailing doughty staunch, and silent sound.
If such distant place exists pure and free
I would swim away from my life and flee,
join with Arthurian knights all around
take up arms to protect the King renown.
My life, my honor, my blood I would bleed,
a place in history for noble deed.
A world of righteous and virtue bound,
confident and sure of paradise found.
Must It Be His Life?
Then What Must Be Vanquished For
Mordred's Betrayal?
King Arthurian of legend
St George
St Patrick
Mary Magdalene
To the Da Vinci Code
My toilet
My drug use
I remember i could read
I was a trainspoter
A night prisoner
I wrote during the war of the roses
Of the kings last stand
On B roads
Dedicated to marching knights
For weapons and edges
Set up camp for the night
Uneasily at sleep
I lie
I tragic at dawn
Tragic
Deadly
A 100 of thousand men
Seek Excalibur
To formation a round table
Unto which barge
Into a Dickensian future
The King is dead
Loose ends
Bury me in the Abbey
Imagination
In my most endearing reveries, I journey once more
where monoliths of stone rose from the rocky shore
reminiscing the joyful days we spent along the quay
as sunrise painted pastel hues over waves in the bay
We gazed at the blush on the horizon, both enchanted
It was though Chablis and rose' were being decanted
generously poured into the sea in front of our eyes
as dawn was birthed in morning's Eastern skies
Barely older than innocence, on love's fragile verge
Emotions were undisguised as passion began to surge
Hesitant touches, clumsy kisses, awakened fascination
That summer was so much more than a mere flirtation
Haunted by the memories of the towering Cornwall cliffs
my heart will always wonder about those "what ifs"
What if we'd not parted. What if we'd let love prevail
Magic and mystery linger, much like an Arthurian tale
Amazing days we shared, leaving footprints on the coast
But it wasn't just geography that held me so engrossed
but the beauty of a woman and the spell on me she wove
in our romantic morning trysts, along that sandy Cove
"The Letter"
"L" is for LOVE and the JOY that follows
"L" is for Learning flies high like a Swallow
"L" is for LIFE Lionheart all the rises and hollows
"G" is for DAUGHTER, hearts 2 as 1, flying free on the 'morrow
"L" is for Loquaciousness bees buzzing mouthfuls of honey
"L" is for Listen there is more to Life than mere money
"L" is for Linnet bird singing on the highest branch next to God
"O" is for ONE, "I Am", forever in your blood
"G" is for GLORY there is TRUTH to be seen
"O" is for FREEDOM Little Bird, 2 Royal Queens free, follow their dreams
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
gvlm
klb, mlb
Aerial/ Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/8UBzZKzu8Wg
Meaning of the name Lynette:
Linnet : A mainly brown and gray finch with a reddish breast and forehead.
In Anglo-Saxon the meaning of the name Lynette is: Bird.
In Celtic the meaning of the name Lynette is: Grace.
In Arthurian Legend the meaning of the name Lynette is:
Sister of Lyonors. In Arthurian legend Lynette accompanied Sir Gareth on a knightly quest.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynette_and_Lyonesse
Arthur's Land:
royal
soil
Lancelot & Guinevere:
unjust
in lust
Meeting of Knights:
able
table
Excalibur:
steel cone
in stone
Merlin's Temper:
wizard
blizzard
Morgan's Powers:
tragic
magic
The Lady of the Lake:
shady
lady
Quest for the Grail:
the goal -
find bowl
A Knightly Siege:
castle
hassle
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