Avalon Poems - Poems about Avalon

The Lady knew he lurked but felt no harm or fear from the knight who watched her from the wood. His only thought was of the lovely Lady Guinevere, bethrothed to Arthur, so he knew where he stood. Young Lancelot, feigning interest, ignored her glance. Insolent, she though him to be, as arrogant as an ass! Til the day she caught...

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To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door. The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore. We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late. The Grand is seen from far away, guards the harbor, silent waits. To stroll the boardwalk, drool as salted taffy’s pulled, tour Zane Gray’s pueblo house, protect your lunch from...

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meandering mind avalon calling me home where beauty resides and chaos does not exist true love is strength not weakness Meandering Poetry Contest Sponsored by Constance La France 18/09/2021...

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Can you envision us lost in a world of ours; paradise built by the Gods just for us two? Would you taste with me a delectable slice of...

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Afternoon Delight! Lookin’ forward to a little afternoon delight Turn! Turn! Turn! There is a season turn, turn, turn A time to every purpose under heaven A time for neck rub, a time for kiss, a time to unfold 70’s clock radio music Peter, Paul and Mary ...

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life is a messy slurry Tyson fury an Olga tumble an Ali shuffle a low cal rumble in nuclear jungles hammer and sickle stars and stripes a polka dot pickle citizen cocaine in the middle PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS living is a tsunami ripple a wobbly foal a quick snort napalm ponds made by bombs divorce court building doomsday arcs your first kiss soccer moms dodging pervs in the park a cachexic dream preppers become the...

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Haiku Three Verse Poem© Avalon Hurricane Snowstorm Twas nice to see folks Of St. John’s, Mount Pearl, surrounds Turn a hurricane Snowstorm into a Snow clearing activity For everybody. Shutins, fire hydrants, Vehicles, drive and walkways Were all cleared with cheer. W.C.Hull © 2020-H1059-2170-I45-K45-3-L45-14...

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Somehow it seems sacriligious To impose A day's order on a day like this. The space between sleeping night and waking day stretches elastic as if I occupy a hole in time. Others pass by and disappear, but the mist lies magic below promising a day of enchanted delights. Today or tomorrow I shall wake up...

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Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls Of Avalon Second poets tribute series, As I fight many epic battles against blank white pages war I with blues, born of unfulfilled poetic rages, through gigantic cavernous depths of unrepentant deeds Seek I, greater truths in Poetry's Art, its sweetest seeds! Rove I in midnight dreams, through golden halls of Avalon speak I,...

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In The Valley Of Avalon This day the master of my Fate Is none of those who lead shuddering Through mazes of wizardry,- Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman, Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir, Nor Penpingyon the porter of the palace, Nor the muttering hag of the hall of Heilyn Goch,- Peace to them all until we met again,- This day the summoner of all...

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see the drumlins roll low hills of home call to me from tambourine seas...

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Well and as night turns into day I walk the three star path just like I did way back when, when Merlin was a young man in trainin'... a lot has changed since then but it's still paradise like it's always been where ancient magic still lingers like the sweet smell of Jasmine in the wind...well and to know the Lady of the Lake...

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Why are you not where you belong? This situation is very wrong? I do not mean to pry, Yet still I wonder why? Some beautiful birds and a lake, Would not at all be hard to take. Fish swimming up and down, Colored like the circus clown. Striped red, white and cerise, They bring such poetic peace. Such a beautiful...

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"Oh, Gods of the sea, hark; will this wild wind pitch us, down, down to a watery end? Ship's awash, pigs half-drowned; and chickens floating away. "What is our sin, for Thor's anger to be kindled in bloody rage? With each lash of his thunder, we are hurled against the rocks. "Where will Aegir's daughters cast; will the fierce ones spew us out over these widow-maker...

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There is a Place where the Air is Sweet, Clear, and Pure. A Place where the Rivers Run Deep and the Mountains Steep. A Place where Community is Valued and Spirit Comes First. A Place where Time and Money are Tangible, but Not Coveted By Our Neighbors. A Place beyond Time where Materialism is Not Addicted. A Place beyond Government,...

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