Best Camelot Poems
In the name of a certain Kennedy
I hope you'll take me seriously
Ask not what 2024 can do for you
Ask what you can add
~ and follow through
I’m watching television, black and white, January 1961
A surge of expectancy in the populace, the dream
Kids in the White House, a buzz of activity
New president going to make his speech
Ask not what you’re country can do for you
Hope being restored, pride, respect
The New Frontier, vision, new ideals
Camelot
January 2009, plasma screen,
A surge of expectancy in the populace, the dream
Kids in the White House, a buzz of activity
New president will make his speech
Crossing lines, uncharted territory
Hope being restored, pride, respect
Intelligence replacing idiocy
Leadership overtaking greed
Apathy being destroyed, youth involvement
Camelot Again?
A time for Unity
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 queen Guinevere.
His knights were in shining armor clad.
The hearts of his subjects they made glad.
Not one of them would ever delay
When a fearsome dragon was to slay.
Right at Arthur’s side
Old Merlin did reside.
Another wizard as powerful as he
The whole world would never see.
And what is that castle so fair?
It must be Camelot over there.
Any enemy would have to fail
Those steep, high walls to scale.
But of this idealized man and place,
Sadly, British history holds no trace.
Geoffery of Monmouth is to blame
For making this most bogus claim.
Back when little history I knew,
I blindly assumed it to be true.
Prince Valiant confirmed it all
From the time when I was small.
The sad fact I had missed:
Arthur did not ever exist.
I regretted that I misunderstood.
Arthur never lived, but he should.
Soft the caress within love's tender kiss and times perfumed gaze..
Gathering centuries as bouquets; beauty in petals to mark this page
Splashed aneath colours atop their still frames; thresholds she waits
Ushering her dreams beyound the gate; crashing waves and a heart
Engraved these moments standing quiet no more; destiny's shores
Wiping tears from her eyes shall not they cry; joy, yet never sorrow
Ever again love's beautiful ballerina, whom bled one summers day ?
Leaving this lifes stage for a much better place; soft the lights caress
Perfumed these still frames; gathering her silent centuries in bouquets.
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
With the bulk of his obesity
Though he didn’t know why
His physician warned him that
Left unchecked he would die
But he had a hearty appetite
And that was the reason why
Sir Cumference of Camelot
Could eclipse the sun in the sky
And the immensity of his girth
Was caused, by too much pi
Kneeling with sword raised to the sky,
As the blade glistens from,
The shadow of the moon with desire,
In respect of the god's above.
Only a spoken language,
All do understand.
Pleading, asking, begging,
To help rescue his kingdom.
The cries to Zeus with fire raging,
From the blade of Excalibur.
The prophesy is coming to light,
Camelot is falling.
Yet, the holy sword, Excalibur calls to the gods.
Arthur kneels to Arthur's stone begging,
Merlin and the gods to save Camelot.
A scorching bright light descends from the sky,
As young Arthur shields his eyes,
When he opens them standing before him,
Are the gods of 12.
Fierce mythical dragons
Legends galore
Galloping determined steeds,
Knighthood and more.
King Arthur’s round table
Loves of Queen Guinevere
Come to the library, friend.
They will always be near.
35th President John F. Kennedy
Somehow developed major enemies
Their seemingly styled Camelot
Dissolved when extramarital affairs were caught
His wife the graceful Jacqueline Kennedy
Drew Americans in to total empathy
When her love was killed that day
But both of them had affairs to play
There is no perfect rhyme for Kennedy but I went ahead with that one anyway.
The title line would not let me use apostrophe or a period in it. LOL
I have read that President Kennedy had many affairs but I do not know that for a fact and also Mrs. Kennedy had affairs as well so I have read. They say don't spread gossip but it is written in books.
Written: January 13, 2019
For the contest:
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
CAMELOT
In nonesuch age was there a world so fair
Wherein the rule of justice led the way
All men could prosper with good work and care
With sun and law and honor every day
Twelve good men true gave all an equal share
In nature’s bounty, and held careful sway
An ideal place and evil there was not
The myth impossible of Camelot
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Nette Onclaud's Contest MOMENT IN ANOTHER TIME
1/28/23
It's fact or not
From here to way beyond Camelot
I live it up and laugh a lot
Take off like an astronaut
Took one too many dabs and shots
Moving at the speed of a half knot
I started seeing black dots
Ending up in a bad spot
I can't rely on hitting the jackpot
At one point I had stopped
I get carried away, myself I have to watch
So much life has taught
I know continual foolish choices come at a cost
Even when you can't stop yourself, followed by guilt and sad thoughts
I make dents and continue chopping
They continue prodding and mocking
As opportunity is knocking
It's typical no longer shocking
That this senseless crap goes on as Earth continues rotting
Yet it's an efficient system, hardly any secrets we've been unlocking
Prices going up, rarely dropping
Now what's the point in stopping
I never could
Time will tell if I ever would
Sacrifice it all for the better good
Few understanding
All good, neither does my true family
Now I'm off THC, Pharmaceuticals and Whiskey since you were asking
It's always been far from everlasting
Ups and downs with some contrasting
While time is passing
Sadly as of lately been doing badly
Unhappy, living crappy
While people remain tacky, chatty and snappy
Just rocking a pair of Khakis
Doing not too shabby
Staying aware and prepared because life gets wacky
This is global beyond Cali to Cincinnati
Meanwhile no
I'm aware of all these cheap blows
Stay on your feet and toes
Water at high speed flows
Mountains covered in ice keep froze
A world that revolves around money and kilos
Still full of greed to this day it seems so
It never does any good to free load
Nor getting caught up with your ego
Soft the caress within love's tender kiss and times perfumed gaze..
Gathering centuries as bouquets; beauty in petals to mark this page
Splashed aneath colours atop their still frames; thresholds she waits
Ushering her dreams beyound the gate; crashing waves and a heart
Engraved these moments standing quiet no more; destiny's shores
Wiping tears from her eyes shall not they cry; joy, yet never sorrow
Ever again love's beautiful ballerina, whom bled one summers day ?
Leaving this lifes stage for a much better place; soft the lights caress
Perfumed these still frames; gathering her silent centuries in bouquets.
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 as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott,
"Be content! Don’t be so distraught!
You may long for the world of Lancelot and Guinevere ~
but let me tell you what’s about to happen there ~
they're about to lose everything they've got."
The moon calls to me,
In visions I see of a woman,
Who whispers and waits for an answer.
A beautiful woman in a white dress,
I hear her voice in my head,
Urging me to come back.
I see her in my dreams my heart breaks,
As I can never find her.
I'm jolted right out of my sleep,
As I finally awake I know where she's at.
I walk in looking for her,
Yet All I see are mountains of,
People wearing white.
Deflated all I can do is look into space,
Then I hear my name.
I turn around looking into,
Those deep beautiful eyes,
Those eyes from long ago.
I found you and you will always,
Be my knight in shining armor,
Except your missing Excalibur.
I know exactly where he is.
Come England and Arthur,
Awaits our return then you look,
Into my eyes as we kiss.
Cam where is my ring??
Lauren, the queen has your ring,
Did you forget she's Arthur's,
Granddaughter, she's waiting for us.
Come my love Camelot awaits,
Their true Queen.
Only history can know
Can the legend of Camelot be true?
Merlin himself helped make it a mystery
A wondrous place with skies of blue
Excalibur's strong splendor
Only makes other weapons pale
Lancelot, Guinevere and Arthur the King
On galloping steeds they rode, over hill and over dale
Only they know the secrets it held
To have been there would have been grand
If even on the wing of a bird
The legend will always stand