Best Arthur Poems
He is the king of words and poets alike
Assay as you may, this man you won’t smite
His armour sparkles in night or day
Defending those too meek to say
His table is round, there's room for all
There are chairs with wheels so no one will fall
He hands out bronze goblets with sparkling wine
This king of lush gardens has spine
Renowned through the kingdom, for deeds he’s done
There is no battle, he has not won
His knights are loyal to a fault
So you better beware who you assault
Lancelot and Guinevere are by his side
Uniting followers far and wide
So sit and drink with us in harmony
And enjoy food presented artfully
Trapped for so long in walls that cocooned her
She struggles to break free
All she desires is escape from the darkness of her prison
And the walls that bind her
To feel the sun on her face, the cool breeze on her body
She pushes and pushes with all her might …
Eventually she sees a pinprick of daylight
She struggles and struggles, fighting with all her strength
Finally emerging into the world
Fluid pumps around her body
She twists and turns and her wings start to unfurl
Hanging upside-down she remains motionless for several hours
Slowly, sensuously, she reveals her beautiful body
I gasp at her breathtaking beauty – she is simply stunning
There before my very eyes – a beautiful butterfly
13th April 2015
He was a tall muscular man, dark-
haired and in the prime of his life.
In horror I watched him stumble and
fall back, face up onto the green grass.
Three knife wounds cut deep, thrown
with great speed and precision by
an assassin dressed in black in a
matching sombrero with silver band.
I rushed to his side placing both
my trembling hands on his cheeks
as I watched his face become pale.
My tears fell on his face as I pleaded
with him, don't die, please don't die.
He couldn't speak to me, but his eyes
said I love you before his spirit departed.
I laid my head on his bleeding chest
and sobbed uncontrollably in disbelief.
It was then that I saw her standing there
In the corner of the lawn with a slight
smile on her face, her soft dress blowing
in the breeze, and I knew it was she,
his own wife, who had hired the assassin.
I heard windchimes sadly sing his epitaph.
8/19/2018
Wind Chimes Poetry Contest~N/A~
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It’s all about me!
It’s all about me
I am the King sitting in the tree
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am clapping my hands with such glee
My subjects love me as is my due
The Royal court loves me, yes them too!
King Arthur I am, Ruler of all realms in the land
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
I am the wisest King to ever be!
Hoist ye drinks and sing me praise
The Ale-house is full, its a King Arthur craze!
Its all about me, the Poet King reciting, loud and free
It’s all about me
It’s all about me
Guinevere knows my kiss is for she!
Maybe not once in a lifetime,
but certainly not often
Someone enters your life
Or maybe enters your life is
not the right expression,
waltzes with you, opens your eyes,
confronts you, questions and
challenges you, inspires you,
accepts you fully and completely,
loves you.
And all the while the wind blows
over this world,
erases love, children, warps war everywhere
forgets the helpless,
dwarfs the powerless.
It's too easy to hide, turn your head away,
bury yourself
in enjoyable pastimes
But tomorrow it is
you, your house is gone
You are exiled, your children
are hungry or killed...
Then what
do you
do?
?
Maybe not once in a lifetime,
but certainly not often
Someone enters your life
Someone who with gentle force opens your eyes,
With beautiful lines, books and music.
And perhaps that is painful
But remember this: it is because he
has a beautiful heart, he
wants the world to be a better place.
***
April 23, 2017,
Copyright © Darren White
Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their
latest art acquisitions
envied, even by the Louvre
The wonderful taste of caviar
In opulent ballrooms, near and far
where aristocrats and fashion find their air
ah yet sometimes I ponder
how the toiling working class
gets through monotonous days
I imagine them after their grind
at the Cox N Bull Tavern
drinking and lapping cheap O'keefe beer
chugging down their boredom
in idle gossip
planning petty crimes
The bar was open at nine
And my banker said all was fine
Champagne and limousines
Roses tossed, like petals in time
She caught my fancy
She looked divine
I was sloshed
Spoiled in wine
I asked for a dance
Heavens chance
An endless love
On the wheels of romance
We kissed the night away
In chariot drawn horse
Central park, lovers embrace
Leaving our bliss all to fate
Once in a lifetime
Dreams do come true
Your heart is stolen
And love holds you true
I grasped the moon
And held it tight
Deep within, I am a little boy
Is crazy but its true
One day I played with trains
The next station brought me her
That’s all I knew
Till I fell in love
Flowers wilted
As time long passed
My love was hers
Forever, but its true
Arthur's Theme
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qMdwFkO8xA0
I know how much you love to read poetry
your a poet, that I can clearly see
Sometimes you second guess your talent
I think your a treasure I would never rent
I love the way you take the time to talk
your heart is made of gold, not of chalk
I love the way you care enough to share
and your comments, endearing I wear,
I know you're a cyberspace friend Arthur
but your friendship is something I harbor
deep in my heart, where all good friends are
and in my minds eye, your nothing but a star
one that shines in my soul for sake of joy
so Merry Christmas, my beautiful boy !!!!
Written by: Pixie
Dec. 10, 2018
(Limerick)
There once was an owl named Argonne
That read a lot of King Arthur and Avalon
Of Merlin & the sword of Power
Of Camelot, and all the square
Knights, who sat 'round when Art call'd upon!
Dorian Petersen Potter
Aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2014
10.4.2014
A hot wind blew that day
as I gazed down from the
hills of Tintagel
to the emerald sea and white foam below
that crashed against ancient rocks
and marvelled at ruins
that once was Camelot...
Arthur Vaso ( Acrostic )
A...Aboard this roller coaster world - we all are.
R...replacements for us are not any.
T...Today we are here, to do the best we can.
H...Heaven on this Earth - we will never find.
U...Unless it's in a dream.
R...Remember to always stand for what you believe in.
V...Victory at the end will be yours.
A...Always give thanks to God for what you have.
S...Somwtimes life is not easy.
O...Our time here is not forever...
01/30/2914
Written by Lucilla M. Carrillo
Standing tall, against them all,
Ready to battle, doth not care if will shatter.
On a white horse he rides,
With his beautiful sword Excaliber at his side.
His Knights are fallen,
but he does not run,Nor does he go to hide,
Knights who are against him are on each of his sides.
But the Great King Arthur is not afraid,
For the Great King Arthur in the end,
Whether he lived or died,in the end,
He stayed.
King Arthur wants to dance
But Lancelot brought his lance
The King could only prance
Dialogue
When 2 people each have a glass of wine, and listen to the others viewpoint
Debate
When 2 people each drink a bottle of wine and make damn sure the other person knows they are right, both argue until one falls asleep.
Battle
when each person drinks 6 bottles of wine each, fiercely argue their point, breaking all 12 bottles in half to be used as weapons of convincing, until both lie in a pool of blood.
War
When each side drinks 6 bottles of wine rounds up all the villagers and they each drink 6 bottle of wine, and attack the other village for not agreeing to their point of view. When one village is almost wiped out then the other side with all their wounded wine drinkers, then declares victory.
United Nations
When to stop the two sides from debating their opinions in war like manner, they come and set a boundary between the two villages. Of course because they are unarmed, they bring cases of wine to give to both sides, to sooth the wounded and calm down the rest. Any minor conflicts are resolved with a glass of wine and a mediator.
A Vineyard somewhere in France
ahh Jacque, regarde, look, this beautiful vineyard of grapes, and this beautiful summer morning! ah oui oui tres beaux! Yes Monsieur Antoine, so true, what a wonderful trade, satisfying the thirst of people and knowledge, that you bring such peace and protection to the world, Antoine truly, bless you.