Best Avalon Poems

    
 
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...

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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Historical reference, a faded shade,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...

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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...

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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...

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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
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AS thy noble corona dilates,
Shucks back its great circle, let
Thy golden mean drip power
Onto the beast whose blameless flesh
Screams humped over,
Lathered like the Levin cracked sky
From whose seed was born
An infant God

Remind me Oh! Sultana
Whose spirit lifts my brow, and
Whose bright milk chisels
My livered throat,...

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In the shadow of Avalon
where the sweet tangle imparts its loamy scent
as the dew chills on the blades
and trembling grows the aspen and oak
on the shore where solemn waters lie
is a vision of splendor
The beauty of Avalon, reflected in glass
cast across its mirrored surface
Below these...

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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...

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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...

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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
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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....

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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...

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

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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...

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Red paint upon this stage
Overdrive from electric strums
Crowds gather from every age
Knife decals cross on drums
Brand new fender blue tinge
Arrival at airports always delay
Noon prompts a drinking binge
Drunk ballads from music's cliche...

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