Best Chivalry Poems
Chivalry is not dead...
Chivalry is not dead...just in a coma, on life support,
waiting for a woman to come along with the defibrillator!
John Derek Hamilton
July 20,2016
Chivalry
A long, long time ago
Chivalry was wearing silver armour
Travelling the countryside it rode a white horse
Championed the weak, fought for all that was right
It taught men of honour how to treat the fairer sex
It was the force of good in the medieval world
The world changed in a thousand years
Chivalry disappeared as time went by
The politeness and honour of that time was never meant to last
Rudeness grew as the cities blossomed
Even please and thank you are hardly ever heard
There is more and more violence against innocents
Women, once worshipped by the men who knew them
Now they are beaten by men who never learned to care
Even children, the most innocent of all, are abused
Humans forgot how to act with each other
The chivalrous are gone along with their morals
The world needs one white knight riding on his white horse
One who remembers what was taught so long ago
One who will live the simple rules as so to teach our children
Chivalry will one day return
It takes is one person to care about politeness
One knight to ride in on a white horse and say please
Just one word said by the right person
Then everyone will have the respect they deserve
And we will bring the chivalry back to civilization
If I could travel back in time I would
Return to the great age of chivalry
To meet Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood
In Merry Old England is where I'd be
I would raise my sword for all that is good
And kiss the hand of my fair lady
To scale the castle wall with the moon above
Just to spend a night in the arms of my love
The age of chivalry has passed,
but chivalry lives on in men
whose honor and instinct
survive in the face of ridicule and revolution,
in spite of political propaganda
distributed by androgynous drones
as the infallible truth of a progressive world
with no place left for gentlemen.
A world where mutilated values are
paraded before our sons
and sung as mantras of the day
by fickle knights in tin-foil armor
flaunting capricious deeds and
shedding integrity in pursuit of
fifteen minutes of infamy
and a glamorous trophy wife.
Most have little hope
as they inherit a legacy
of squandered dignity
with no clue how to reclaim it.
But hope lives on in a few
uncommon men of quiet strength
lying dormant in anonymous lives
until a new revolution calls them out
to exemplify what men should be,
bringing back the valiant love of a woman,
with decency and chivalry,
for the good and honor of all.
Narwhals, Is Chivalry Dead?
Narwhals cycle arctic coasts
amidst the icepack
ancient seasoned routes
swordfights, competition, Spring
female conquests are courted
mystic spiral tusks
alphas chose the heartiest
basking in the sun
coastline guides the species well
Sunshine Williams
medieval knight
fights for unseen beloved
rock built hill fortress
Example for A Castle On A Hill Contest
4-20-2016
Chivalry is not to fight in the field,
To kill the crowd and not take shield.
Nor it is to defy the death,
And try to fight till the last breadth.
Fray the foe and stay with strength,
Keeping in the chaos line and length.
It is to subdue, the soul in the plight,
And always be by the side of the right.
From the Mario’s
to the computer systems
chivalry is dead
So enraged by "gentlemen" displaying courtesy to ladies
while ardently blind stepping me for weeks I schemingly
wore my C-cups strapped into my most potent padded
push-up busting through the seams of a too tight red
trimmed baby pink fuchsia glitter Barbie TM T-shirt
I am girl we roared and doors opened.
C hivalry is not dead but alive in a gallant gentleman like me
H ailed as honorable, my desire is to treat each woman like a queen
I nspired by the Lord, I live each day dutifully by the Word of God
V aliance, a trait I aspire to, fighting for truth even though I am flawed
A lways courteous and polite, respectful in my speech and actions
L oving my neighbors and enemies as myself in all my interactions
R eaching for the stars, I dare to dream yet keep my feet upon the ground
Y ears from now, I will have no regrets for I gave love abound
*The picture is David Beckham on a white stallion. If I'm going to be a guy, I might as well be a good looking one!
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 2, 2012
For the If I Were A Boy contest (Frank Herrera)
Darkness in the world suffocates and prevails
I retrieve plaintively The Canterbury’s Tales
Begin my own pilgrimage to the land of kings and knights
When there were other meanings to the word heights
To the time of true chivalry not outrageous impudence
To the time of faith, nobility and reticence
To the time when audacity was more than just a software
To the time when allegiance wasn’t a singular affair
Knights of the Round Table heralded their pledge and prowess
To their fellow men, they bestowed justice and largess
Well, such were the tales of true homage and humanity
Before the human race was destroyed by the caltrops of vanity
Along the path of my journey, I became aware of one truth
It’s our own Renaissance that should be sought by our youth…
Man is Fearful and unapologetic
Chivalry is dead
Fair ladies and noble chivalry
Is a thing of the past?
Men board buses and trains
And small passageway
and boorishly, say to the ladies
especially on the freeway
To move out of their way
and stop backing up the highway
However, the fair ladies are not timid
those wall flowers are replace by huge egos
Today fair ladies retaliate and never exhibit ladylike qualities
Therefore, men referred to them as whores.
*****es and witches
Women! Let us never bow and apologize
Chivalry is dead,
Because man is a broken giant and in all his mishaps
Weak by nature in his arrogates ways.
would it never end, it all depends
Whom do they think they are ?
The dust from the falling stars
My name is Don Quixote Del La Mancha.
I am a knight in the coat of arms
Give me a lance, give me a sword, and give me a steed
Where is the king in all of this?
I wear the Royal Spanish Crown and Gold Seal of San Fernando Levante
I solemnly swear that booty and bounty shall rest with the king
Even the Catholic Church Christen me for a swift victory
I have signed and sealed orders to save the Princess Donesia Del Debosa
Then, I shall rescue her from the evil clutches of the windmill dragon
My chief architect, Poncho Sanchez is my right arm and canteen
He is responsible for fresh food rations, cold drinks, and other supplies
providing sustenance to our great adventure through the enchanted land of Spain. Even the sky clouds are shaped like windmills and blue dragons. Just pause for a moment and you can hear the sweet coronet horns played by the Spanish Royal Guards, along the way.
A gallant foot soldier is he, thus Poncho trails me like a Swiss Guard,
With his burro donkey friend, named El Donkey Camino Blanco
As we approach the last horizon of the day, the code of chivalry shall not die
seas equestrian
mare de mer with her stallion
leading charge to bear
18.04.14
Composed for Julia Ward's
Seahorses
Notes:
Cheval De Mer, horse of the sea, the literal French translation of Seahorse.
Chivalry and cavalry share the same root Medieval Latin caballarius meaning "horseman" or "knight".
The male seahorse has a brood pouch wherein he takes on the eggs from the female to fertilize and carry their offspring to term.
Distressed damsel left tied to tracks
Face furrowed in anticipated anguish
Her words screamed in a foreign language...
An unfeeling locomotive set to wreck...
Her eyes affixed to oncoming
catastrophe....
Well off in a distant venue
looking back through the rear view
A villain smirks in tasteless glee
Leaving the heroic stage set for me...
Gallantly dashing to free this captive
Her limbs strained beneath restraints
My hands worked with purposeful dexterity
all of which was possessed by me
Succeeding in setting her free
I watched as lady ran frantically
Alongside train, she cried out in vain
Chasing his madness
Her wasted wailing, a ghostly refrain
Wrists bled from the rope he tied
Yet she waved those wrists
and cried...for him
I the fool who covers puddles with coats
Watching this scene
Cursing all the old anecdotes
Chivalry isn't as dead as they say...
Willing recipients are withering away!!
Yesterday I bought a length of rope...