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 his eye, hoping for just a chance
for a truce to be called, so their enmity would pass.
A meeting in the mists of Avalon, Lancelot and Guinevere
spoke of new beginnings and when their passion blazed,
love found its true course, from which neither would veer.
A vow was made that no white flag was ever to be raised.
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 diving gulls.
Catch a movie at the Grand’s mesmerizing, giant screen:
magical, this castle fort, not believed unless it’s seen.
Sleeping on the boat at night, rocked to sleep by gentle wakes,
row the dinghy in the morn, skindive for abalone steaks.
Journey back home Sunday night, late arrival into port.
Monday morning, foggy dreamland: school simply does not comport!
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(memories of childhood trips to Avalon Harbor on Catalina Island off the coast of California)
meandering mind
avalon calling me home
where beauty resides
and chaos does not exist
true love is strength not weakness
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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
88.7
Bob Dylan, Donovan, Neil Young
A time to borrow propane tank next door
A time to swim in ocean of stars
A time to Yale at Jose – the gardener
A time to country
two left feet who never promise a rose garden
A time for Chopin piano concerto along with a time for COVID models
A time for Mahjong and Gin rummy
Without winning or losing
Whopping Leap of faith: A time of homemade haircut
A time for Prosecco and strawberries; a time for Instacart
A time to Mystic Hills; a time to Top of the World
Oh, my beloved lemon thief
A time to dream –
grateful dreams – tasty dreams – To Have and Have Not dreams
Today and always
The greatest radio station in the world!!
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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.
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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
in Avalon
Kim Helen James
31/12/1999
see the drumlins roll
low hills of home call to me
from tambourine seas
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 is to
know the secret of the sisters of
fate and Morgan Lefayes devious
ways but the village men and
women are safe from the dragons
and the wraiths that dwell across
the haunted marsh only the brave
hearted Knights fight the good
fight as the cliff dwellers sing the
sacred song of Avalon...
it's faith over fear and Edens own
Phoenix...well and again I walk the
three star path back to 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 waves?
Grab those pails, sailors, bail,
lower that useless, tattered sail
"Glaucus, please, to our rescue,
we are brutally shoved about.
Triton, trumpet with your conch,
calm this storm with your horn.
"Oh, Christian, come to stern,
point that cross to the sky.
Pray to your God for mercy—
He whom you nailed to a tree—
else we perish in this sea."
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, because only the Individual will display Responsibility.
Avalon is Our Place
Of Peace and Love.
This Can Be Our Reality.
By, Chadwick Andrew Vincent 2013.
Missing that
Sultry ****
Of stained coffee
and stale cigarettes.
We thought we were
French, and perhaps as
Close to rebelliousness
as the Midwest would Allow.
My eye make-up made
me Alive and a woman
Stronger than you
And could ever be.
With those candles
And cement blocks
you penetrated me
And I was alive.
Far beyond mans intrusions,
A vast hidden world lives on.
An ancient fortress lost amidst,
Historical reference, a faded shade,
Amongst remembrances memory.
Imagination limitless vision,
Separating conscious truth,
And make believers legendary
Spree.
Conjuring mystical thoughts,
Simply, Drifting aloft,
Revealing a forgotten golden age.
Let castaways adventurers fly away
Into magics paradise,
As sunshine's rays, flicker amidst
Mid summers softening light.
Illuminating forgotten stone gardens,
Secret courtyards in splendors array.
Rose covered vines, weaving down
Walled trellises evergreen.
Ruined towers jetting upward,
Blanketed by thickened mosses
Torrents.
Crystal clear water streams, forth
Through cupid fountains.
Nesting song birds, sing loves,
Harmonious music.
Wooing hearts at winged flight.
Glide without tethers strings,
Rejoicing carefree,
Within natures solitude.
Reclining, beside a shaded,
Willow tree I'm resting,
Completely to mine ease.
Watching clouds placing,
Ideally,
By as dusken stars.
Pass beneath nights,
Blackening sky’s.
Knowing at last the beauty,
That is Avalon.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
You are like the myths of Avalon
where tales of justice reign like Kings
the counsels of virtue together rings
where impartial judgment does belong
but these are tales not so true
where those who rule afflict the poor
rob even crumbs from off their floor
malfeasance practiced what they do
What did the noblemen supply
but rape the peasant law his alibi
where starving children heard his cry
Noblesse oblige was just a lie
Where tyranny of rank did draw
class distinctions were the law
death and violence history saw
predators talons ripped like claw
Where the counsels of the court
were just aristocratic sport
where truth and justice did abort
peasants could not afford the tort
yet some would hold these fairytales
the myths of history that lies regales
fabrication cloaks and mindless fails
that these myths whats true assails
tales of myth and fancy
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via Duboff Law Group LLC
King Humpty Dumpty sat on a high hill
In Avalon just round the mill
Four story book dragons guarded his place
What went inside no one could tell
Once in a while he would ride to Camelot
When the day was mild and not too hot
Devoid of purpose or any will
The old King would be ready to kill
A pheasant or any bird in the bush
For one in hand is better than two in the sagebrush
Hail Humpty dumpty the king of the past
The time has come to return at last
Francis Thomas Avallone was born in 1939.
This Philadelphian’s lifetime was destined to shine.
At the age of twelve, he appeared on television.
Skilled with a trumpet, he would make a huge impression.
He became popular with classmate Bobby Rydell.
As a teenage idol, his career started quite well.
Many hit recordings went up Billboard’s charts quite high.
The songs included “Venus”, “Dede Dinah”, and “Why?”
Frankie made some film appearances many would know.
There was some co-starring with Annette Funicello.
In 1962 occurred Frankie’s wedding day,
he would marry a beauty pageant winner named Kay.
This happily married man became a father of eight.
Up to today, Mr. Avalon’s life is still great.
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