Best Chivalric Poems

"The Sky Cracked Open"



One day 
the Sky cracked open
the yolk of life
shined through

Splinters shifted
blooded angel quills
flew amongst the
black spots in the iris 

20/20 vision 
wild joy ensued
imbued clearly
rapturous ambiguity

Don’t look back

this read
coded in the 
chivalric Quixote
ridden on a donkey's back

it’s all fried

Prophetic 
suspended
in control 
of...

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Three Sonnets tell a story, in sequence.
[From the narrative poem, "Don't Go to Wyoming Alone"]

         I. Natural Instinct  (Chivalric Sonnet)

He saves a wad of cash and designates
the stash to finance trek in far-off land
in hunting boots...

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When I spotted Saint George in a van,
I feared that his horse might be lame.
Or worse, in a Doggomeat can,
when hurt in some chivalric game.

Saint George, it appeared was not happy,
now carried around in this way.
He used to dress well and quite snappy,
with armour and...

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Young generation ardor from sculpted hero borrows
Older generation, torpor to graft peaceful tomorrows

Can young eyes through steely sheath glimpse marrow
O'er from dried paint, the blood stains that do burrow
From pursed lips, do the painful strains bellow
O'er from silent gun, percussive waves billow

Youthful glint on glimmering...

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It is the future a mother would want for her baby
It is the changes a little girl visualizes of what she is as a lady
It is the long awaited moment that a lover would try to borrow
and the road a young confused traveler would dare...

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In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep, but wild pigs three score
Staggering oft around soggy, muddy estate in boozed, dazed state; prating conquistador
With fitted bed sheet he...

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A Love Departed

I dreamt once as I lay awake in your arms
That I may greet a day
Beneath the wondrous stars
And sunlit rays
With you, only you, once again.

You were daring, chivalric, and make of valor
And I-I was an innocent girl
A best friend and impetous scholar.
For nights,...

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Poor little Moon King
trapped inside a gilded cage
within the marble prison walls
the cage is painted
and the marble held up with balsa wood
a fake fairy-tale façade
castles in the clouds
ladies in classical poses
battles never won
nor even fought
locked in frozen frescos
as trapped as the poor little Moon King
forever
insulated...

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What lessons do we really learn in our success,
When, after all, we won it, oh, so brightly
No need to look for luck in victory’s excess
That might deflate our egos even slightly…

Although to triumph always seems our just deserts
Should we discount completely other’s efforts,
Chivalric rule that...

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He's your typical 
   all-too-friendly booster
who goes way, way out 
   of his way to bolster
what's left of your stuff 
   when the roughing gets tough,
when your bestest best 
   is never good enough;


impervious to high rank...

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“Women Have Loved Before As I Love Now”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Women have loved before as I love now;
At least, in lively chronicles of the past-
Of Irish waters by a Cornish prow
Or Trojan waters by a Spartan mast
Much to their cost invaded-here and there,
Hunting the...

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A single word is branded into the fresh snow in urine.

'Memoriam'

Over the crest of a barren hill covered in winter's dowry,
there is a brown form huddled over a burning tire,
shivering alone.

Curse this thing and the roundabout landscape he formed not in oils or watercolors,
but in...

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Amid the deceit and pain of this modern era,
one will be born
who shall embody bygone times and ways;
he will want naught more than an uncomplicated life,
to do what he must and be what he can.

Always shall he look backward
to notions of the past,
like the gallantry...

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" Dear wife, why don't you embrace
the wind of changes by being ablaze? "
the disillusioned husband inquired...
" A lot more affection is required! "

You patiently bore my off-spring with continuous glee,
when constant fortune was the source of fortitude in me,
you knew how to satisfy every...

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You would have heard people say, "Boys don't cry".
But I would advise you do cry when your emotions are at high
But always remember one advice from your father's side. 
Which you should always keep in your mind. 
'Boys don't make women cry'. 

No matter if...

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