Best Armor Clad Poems

Don’t take for granted the love of this woman,
the wonderful one who has stolen your heart
Cherish your every moment together,
miss her the hours that you are apart

Stand and protect her in armor clad fashion,
show her the sun when there’s rain in the sky
Walk hand in...

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Shining armor clad 'pon a white horse
Eternally strong knight my love, my guide
Reign in, hold, steer my feeble course
Encircle with loving arms, shelter, hide
Now let it be known I'm your pride

Delighted in you, you're love constant source
Intriguing the very thought of you implied
Passionate moments spent...

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The Camelot That Was Not

By Elton Camp

Arthur was a king both wise and good.
He always did exactly what he should.
Sat with his knights at a table round.
Because equality would then abound.

Manly, virtuous, kind, tall
These they were, one and all.
And Arthur always kept near 
The beautiful...

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** “The unexamined life is not worth living” – Socrates.**

Looking Inward, Asking For Serenity's Grace

Looking inward, a soul that so silently weeps
For the realization of dear dreams born in sleep
And cessation of wickedness in this dark world
Those unexpected strikes from lightning bolts hurled,
Deeper in that...

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Tsar
tall, thin
carpenter
builder of ships
modernized every aspect of Russia
Government, Army and a vast Navy
supremacy
maritime
conquered
ports
cruel
selfish
devious
killed would be heirs
including his only son Alexei
A giant steering his frigate to port
exuding strength
armor clad
steadfast
Tsar

At 165 feet tall, "Peter The Great" is the seventh tallest sculpture in the world. Placed
in Moscow, near...

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Lugubriosity pervades
Heartbroken expression 'pon maid
War ready her armor clad knight 

The hem of silken quilt cascades
Grieved like the maid who weighted prayed
Doldrums linger 'til love's in sight 

Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: Senses For A Sestet
Written: October 30, 2013
Author: Sara Kendrick...

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O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.

At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood...

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I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad. 
From the beginning our shaky love was fated.

We had met and I fell, but patiently waited,
a fact for which both of our...

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Me Mother tucked me in, when I was small,
And made the nighttime monsters run away,
And kissed my cheek, still, when I’d grown up tall,
And broke me down when I had gone astray.
She gave her love through music, art and books
And loved Truth, only, more than...

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Onward mere mortal man
Your stoic heart abides
Armor clad you make a stand
To brave the swelling tides

Quiet of conscience bred
You fight the torrid breeze
Over feudal lands you bled
And the tempest tossed seas

No obstacle prevails
Your courage has no bounds
To the mast you lash your sails
And dock on...

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And they shall fall by the edge of the
sword, and shall be led away captive
unto all nations: and Jerusalem shall
be trodden down of the Gentiles, until
the times of the Gentiles be fulfilled
— Luke 21:24

See the Gentiles asleep in their wine,
snoring loud ... deep into their...

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I don’t limit who reads my verse,
only who I answer

Each word thick-skinned and armor-clad
all questions zero-sum 

(To Nelson Riddle & Frank Sinatra: March, 2021)...

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Like surreal paintings, today's tattoos
are phantasmagorical works of art.
And unlike traditional blacks and blues,
infuse color and shading from the start.

It's worth a little clenching and wincing,
to attain light and shadow interplay.
They're so realistic and convincing;
tats are on another level today.

No longer fading away like a...

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She came out of a shadow on the bedroom wall.
Phem men-ing
pheel ings,
phore-tellings,
wings under her pearlescent feet
raven hair swirling about her face.

You cannot see her face,
but there is a face within her face,
and you can see, it emerges and disappears,
eyes cannot catch sight of it, but
you...

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