Best Chevalier Poems
He rides laughter like he owns it
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exhileration online
Mon chevalier galant
who uses music for shield
pen for glaive
Who writes warmth
through cold white days
and sometimes silence
He'll walk out of his books
mon d'Artagnan
to conquer me...
... he thinks. But has forgotten
que je me suis rendu
il y a longtemps
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Copyright © Darren White
January 24, 2017
.He walked in silence
to the corner of my heart
He lit a candle~ fire
in a room once damp and dark
His words were gently spoken
His love was loud and clear
His arms were unexpected
A fearless Chevalier
My strength was getting weaker
My pulse~rate running low
He sheltered my emotions
and fortified his soul
He helped me win the battle
against solitude's blade
His kiss bestowed upon me
His palm upon my faith
A faith of a new promise
on paths of pastel hues
Of jasmine scents and marigolds
Of Sunsets in the blues.
It began...
One day in a far off land where roamed the fearsome Chanticleer.
There lived a mighty military man of rank, if not of prowess.
He sought to tame the wily beast to bend it to his purpose
and dress its unsavory meat with secret herbs and spices.
And so it goes, the word was passed to every town and village,
to every man of strength and worth, "Come join our quest...
and feed the hungry children."
From far away the call was heard and answered by a chevalier,
who sought his fame and fortune.
He joined the ranks of other men to best the bird in battle,
and lead his hand to take a stand for all that's good and honored.
To journey long he caught a strong and fire breathing dragon,
shining bright its scales alight he flew for many hours.
The light grew dim as the beast gave in and landed on its talons.
Soft and round they touched the ground and squealed like pigs in fallow.
Alighting from the silvery beast and eager for the challenge,
he gathered with a band of knights at a local tavern
for a place to stay and to plan a way the beast to slay,
when he saw the king's young daughter.
He stared agog like a love sick dog as he laid his eye upon her,
exotic was she with her silken skin and gentle and elegant manner.
She looked at him and he saw her grin which took his breath away.
The princess sighed and winked her eye, a different beast she hunted
Her hair aglow in soft warm tones her golden eyes aflutter.
A spell she cast to lure her catch and imprison him in her dungeon.
The knight of old, his soul she stole, his quest was now forgotten.
And so it's told of a love so bold, a man's love for another,
Her hero now with a different vow, a new quest did he follow.
He asked the king,"May I give a ring, to your lovely daughter?"
The king agreed, eager was he, to find this girl a husband.
They moved away to a magical place, a kingdom unlike others,
where kids can play and sing all day and irritate their mothers.
Through many days both bright and grey they strove to love each other
Though times were hard they made their way, their problems just a bother
She bore for him, as time ticked on, two gentle loving daughters,
and there he stayed until old age as husband and as father.
...and they lived happily ever after.
09/16/15
The Dreams of Library Ladies
Library ladies could it be you sometimes dream
With books (and children) all put in their place
Do you imagine an alternate library scene
A view transformed to more exotic space
The British Museum, perhaps you hear it calling
With more books than at which you could shake a stick
Rubbing shoulders with the likes of Marx and Lenin
Guiding them on better path could be your schtick
Under massive Radcliffe Camera's noble dome
Among dusty denizens of Academia
In such an arena would you feel at home
Looking pale, intense, with a name such as Ophelia
Alexandria' s great library (not far from Giza)
As one of nine goddesses of the muse
If given a request from Julius Caesar
Would you find yourself unable to refuse
Then if you feel adventurous and wild
Unseen University beyond the sphere of man *
Magic books have you enchanted and beguiled
But as librarian might become an Orang Utan
The Louvre attended by gallant chevalier
Might be a better option to embrace
Can you see yourself descend a grand escalier
Like Audrey Hepburn before the Victory of Samothrace **
Though life here may seem less thrilling than your revery
Don't be dismayed but feel a rightful pride
In your books are phantasies, a virtual treasury
Dream your dreams for these are such that you provide
* ref. Terry Pratchett's Disc World
** In film: ‘Funny Face’
(Baldassare Galuppi was a music composer
in 18th century Venice. Johann Pachelbel
came a little earlier. Maurice Chevalier and
Mistinguette were vaudeville artists and
on-off lovers in Paris in the 1920s.)
Your filigree correctly fret,
those perforations, so correct!
And how I love that dying strain,
suggesting sadness, feigning pain!
A twisted, coloured paper chain,
a love both sacred and profane,
your melody's a silhouette:
imperfect pleasure, sweet regret.
Your sharp and sugared vinaigrette
is like a Pachelbel duet,
a sorbet made with fine champagne,
or raindrops on a window pane,
the fragrant soil of southern Spain,
a grief I still can't ascertain -
Chevalier and Mistinguette?
That wistful chime! I hear it yet!
“fantôme du noir chevalier”
whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within -
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums
once were bold quills tracing
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
Salome is her name
a new dance appears
She will take you
before morning
a promise forewarning
I give this to thee
fantôme du noir chevalier
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE
Sonnet LXXXVI
As the knight of Savoy protects the kingdom,one of the oldest monarchies. He does so, by riding the dragon,this beast tamed and true, with fiery breath and eyes of bluebut if the truth be known. It would tear this kingdom apart, whence comes the stories of Dracula and gargoyles.The children of darkness, who rule the night with terror,for when fallen ones mate with men, appearing as angels of lightbut the abominations and destruction will soon follow. The beginning of a saga.The Chevalier, after his first quest of killing a dragon.Rescues a young maiden named Aile.A young woman of extraordinary beauty. Apon bringing her home to the house of savoy and following in love.They decide to hide their love and the beast within,for you see my friends, Aile is a weredragon.The first abomination and the mother of the night. She shifts, from light to dark at will and when scaled up.Fire and brimstone, she does spew and an awesome sight,with knight, upon her back and they do protect their kingdom. By secretly unleashing their children, on any kingdom,that might rise against them or suspect the truth.My candle has just blown out and___ 5/7/2017
When a plump woman is here, why do you walk away?
They will supply you with your love needs in every way.
They provide their husbands and boyfriends with happiness.
They’re keeping Catherines and Lane Bryant in business.
No matter what most men say, I’ve found there’s a beauty
in all of these fine females that other guys don’t see!
Throughout the world, these nice women are easily found.
They’re some of the sweetest gals that are always around.
Despite all of the dieting, their numbers abound.
They come in many colors and nationalities.
I’ve been with so many of them; they’ve all aimed to please.
Nothing’s wrong there, they consume too many calories.
They feel so wonderful when they hold me in their arms.
In extra-large size are their enticing charms!
Those “little” girls can be left for Maurice Chevalier.
Where I’m concerned, I’ll take those “bigger” girls any day!
Uma Carta de Amour
A letter of love I never wrote
“But I remember it well.”
as Maurice Chevalier sang
Once, I loved a dolphin
A swam along the ship
We sang a duet
People said the cook is mad again
The man is crazy again
As the dwellers on iron ship
Who had a pedestrian love affair
With **** magazines
This unequal affair of true love lost
As the sea got colder
She returned to the tropics
Fell in love with a harbour master
He was always there
At there at the end of the molo
Singing words of love.
Those in charge said he was mad
Yes, he was madly in love
He was sent to an asylum, were
Psychiatrists convinced him
His love of the dolphin was wrong
He disappeared when swimming to Martinique
But a love story never ends.
As I'm walking on air in a cool breeze; its' effervescents of life puts my mind at ease.
In my head plays the happy tune I'll be strumming along before too soon.
Surely so, after not too long, I hum the sounds heard all around.
Chevalier trees beckons "if you please"; on bow of knee they ask of me.
Taking my hands we dance a prance, and twirl to the rhythm of this romance.
As the Flowers sway; I am swept away entranced inside this festive day.
Happily the bees don't sting; only echoes of their wings are here to sing.
Then birds joined in with chirps of laughter, in a span of time, shortly thereafter.
Flying up high, swooping down low; are twenty birds all in a row.
Alas! the grass not to be out done nor last couldn't let this moment past;
raised its' blades, to my amaze, {just before the music fades}
rocked the roots down under the pave__and rowed in motions as smooth as waves.
It's astonishing how nature behaves. One never knows whenever it craves__
the need to show us that we are one {all of us born under the sun};
how to have a little fun.
Behold! this joyful wind that blows again__ assurance of it's never end.
And that's the story from All of us in this moment of felicitous.
had a quick look over your work my dear
your acting the jerk is now crystal clear
even though you are in your 78th year
away from rhyming you could not steer
pull that stick from out of your rear
rhyming's not law, we don't have to adhere
change gear, cheer, down a root beer
place a finger in your cauliflower ear
and stop deluding yourself, you are no pioneer
throwing your intellectual spear so chevalier
quit thinking in rhyme you domineer
step out of your dusty cerebellum sphere
give the kids back their style, don't smear
folks like you make it suck around here
Blaise Alexander Desgoffe&family
painting fame was theirs you see
Blaise becoming a 'Chevalier wwd'honneur'
with breakfast piece made quite a stir
Goals Are The Legs Of Dreams
Written: by Miracle Man
January 30, 2021
For years I subsisted on transparent dreams,
then God enlightened me with this fact.
Ambitions without goals would remain futile wishes,
and wishing would get me nowhere, I had to act.
Then I posted my goals on a bathroom mirror,
where each day I was prompted to read.
I visited these goals daily measuring my success,
God has blessed my life since choosing to accede.
“A man must have his dreams-
memory dreams of the past, and eager dreams of the future.
I never want to stop reaching for new goals.”
Maurice Chevalier
“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”
he screamed to the crowd
“On stage as a vagabond
my home you enshroud
“My makeup—my armor,
my performance—my cause
“Reborn with each act,
as I hear your applause
“You take me each matinee,
you take me each night
“To the depths of your hearts
where my darkness alights
“Mon Dieu, mon Dieu,”
he shouted again
“Forever my audience
—forever my friends”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)
Belle E. Danser tried some ballet
But Double D's got in the way
No one could forget
How her pirouette
Simply floored Maurice Chevalier!