Avalon Poems - Poems about Avalon

In the Mists of 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

Avalon By the Bay

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

Avalon

meandering mind
avalon calling me home
where beauty resides
and chaos does not exist
true love is strength not weakness




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Meet Me In Avalon

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

Avalon

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
      

The Weeds of Avalon

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

Avalon Nl Hurricane Snow Storm

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

Millenium Eve - Waking Up In Avalon

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

Rove I, In Midnight Dreams, Through Golden Halls of Avalon Second Poets Tribute Series, Conrad Aiken

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,

In the Valley of Avalon

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

Avalon

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

Avalon

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

Avalon

    
 
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

Searching For Avalon

"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

Avalon

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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