Best Galahad Poems
With the wisdom in my heart I must agree
For at times it knows what I cannot see.
People in my life may come and go,
But only a few I want to get to know.
Sincerity is the most admirable trait.
That's my thought; not open to debate.
In a woman, it's apparent in her every word.
In her writing, her love and kindness is heard.
She shows signs of being humble and meek,
She's the kind of friend I will always seek.
In a man, there are qualities I admire and embrace.
Vestiges perceived though I've not seen a face.
A touch of Robin Hood, Braveheart, Sir Galahad.
I'd be a loyal friend of this combination of a lad.
If you find such a person it quite likely is a sign
that such people can be found, even if it's online.
We rode out of Camelot, sun arising,
five knights led by Galahad all bold and true,
on a quest to slay a marauding dragon,
at Arthur's request.
T'was noon when we discovered the dragons lair,
and kept a safe distance at the forests edge,
then crept forward surrounding the cave entrance
and hell was unleashed.
He snorted and spewed his lethal bursts of flame
and then flapped his enormous wings to escape,
we moved forward cautiously drawing our swords,
he died a quick death.
We then rode back galloping at breakneck speed
with good news of victory, King would be pleased,
I had in my possession proof of the kill,
a sharp dragons tooth.
Written on the 8th July 2020
For Pick A Title, Vol 19-4 Sapphic Stanzas- Poetry Contest
Theme Chosen, Number 1, Dragons Tooth.
Sponsored By Edward Ibeh.
All across the continents I chased her
Following the rainbow to win her gold.
Hoping somehow, someday, I’d embrace her,
A treasure beyond price that I might hold.
Beyond the Seven Seas my ship has sailed.
Relentlessly, her smile I did pursue.
I am her Galahad, she is my Grail.
To win her heart there’s nothing I’d not do.
The boundaries of time cannot hinder
And distance cannot tear my dream apart.
Though it burn to nothing but a cinder,
The flame will smolder always in my heart.
So, raise the sails! The wind is on our side!
A pirate’s love will never be denied!
once a knight named galahad
prayed for an olympiad
walking into a church
the people besmirched
now he is a nom-y-ad.
I don't wear glasses in shades of rosy pink
and I don't believe that fairytales come true.
But when I dip love's pen into indigo ink
I create the man I desire. Could he be you?
I sketch with words, the traits I most admire,
Honesty, loyalty, with a dash of quirky sense.
Give me a soft sweet kiss, set my soul afire
Converse with me with lucidity, intelligence.
I'll be at your side, your warrior princess,
riding into adventures with my Sir Galahad.
I offer romance, roses, and feminine bless
dressed in lace, I'll be sweet Victorian clad.
I'll loose my hair beneath the silver moon;
lean in soft against your masculine chest.
Come hither, do not fear the windy dunes
They'll soon abate once passion has its rest.
I don't wear glasses in shades of rosy pink
but I do love quills, in softly colored ink.
If there's a chance you have such knightly qualities,
Would you be interested in sharing life's frivolities?
~A collaboration of Mystic Rose and Lin Lane~
December 15th 2015
Thank you so much, my sweet talented, Vienna,
for your romantic visions and soft shades of ink.
Galactic marvel; Gallant Galahad to swimming gala.
Gallery of sirens lying galore; a sexy display.
On bed of Galax, a living Galatea, he sees Hallah.
A tactical Galago, he jumps wooing the gal to play.
In Galician, her Lactose voice: “Bring me Venus.”
Her wish send him in alacrity to the galaxy.
Over Milky Way and planets, he flies a genius,
Defying Big Bear and the Pleiades in vanity.
His tic, he mocks Galileo he meets high above.
He dances proudly around the galactic plane.
Gall he shows to grab the great Goddess of love,
none but Hallah;“Galah!”from her throne she mocks in disdain!
My hero of late is my son, Lance.
He's nearly eight years old.
No one can tell him who he is.
My son, you see, already knows.
When others seek to change him,
He clings firmly to his way.
He's not afraid to be himself,
No matter what you'd say.
He's not bound by conformity
He's not hindered by your thought
He likes pink and he likes dresses
he plays with sisters toys a lot.
He wants to be a cop someday.
He wants to be a teacher, too.
To marry one of several girlfriends,
that he met at school.
He's sweet and he is sensitive
He's got a heart of gold.
He'd never leave a fellow friendless
or homeless in the cold.
I know these things with deep conviction.
His compassion is his guide.
He'll be the sort of loving man,
a wife needs by her side.
Of all the things my son may be,
and those that he may not.
I'm proud to call myself his father.
He is Arthur, he is Galahad, and Lancelot.
You are my Galahad, the purest and noblest of knights,
in your light, others are but shadows in the dark.
Valiant, stalwart, and compassionate,
you take my hand in yours, and I'm in heaven.
You are the rock that I cling to in dangerous waters
and the anchor that keeps my dreams from drifting away.
When I needed a hero to believe in, you were there,
you're all I've ever wanted, and all I'll ever want.
Oh, gentle heart, you are the sun and the stars,
and I bask in the light of your love.
Without you, the birds refuse to sing,
the sun suddenly sets, and darkness descends.
You are my love, my life, my everything.
Forged in the flames of passion
two hearts and two souls melded into one,
and they've become inseparable.
Come to me my liege, let us embrace
and cherish this time together;
sharing one heart, one soul, and one love.
(Free Verse)
9/20/2017
''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"valiant "
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A beach hut in my mind atop the shores of time and, a friend of the outcast....
Not always upon the outside nor, even the in although
I have had moments along lifes journey and way ~
Makes me consider a recent verse: how can one love what they cannot see?
See what they do not seek? Everyday another centimeter deeper
Into the depths of love I go; knowing, that I am not alone....
A friend of the outcast, what a wonderful thought and dream!
This bread for the heart and nourishment for the Soul ~
The crippled, blind, lost, alone; obese, but to whom and nerds and geeks???
Julie Bristow called my humble self Sir Galahad once but, twas a joke
Ah, but to be so gallant....
Cut by the knife and here comes my chance and, considering
Eternity, inside of their beautiful eyes and precious lives ~
A full tank of oxygen, tropical waters, white sands and misfits; myself!?
Looking at them all now amid these splendors, more brilliant their colours
Than the heavens which paint the sky and their laughter, tis a symphony
These melodies; rising their resounding within the land of broken toys....
But broken unto whom? Makes me smile, makes me cry, but not for long ~
I haven't got the time is what I used think until one day, I died; borne inside?!
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....“A Friend of The Outcast” *
Note: Smile ~ “Another Repo * The Winter of 06/07 ~ `Love, Always,`” John!:) ~
BORN IN THE SMALL TOWN
DEEP IN THE HEART OF, MISSISSIPPI
WAS A YOUNG COUNTRY SINGER
NAMED ELVIS PRESLEY
YOU WERE A MAN WITH SOUL
YOUR SONGS FILLED WITH EMOTION
YOUR LOVE FOR YOUR WORK
BEING PURE DEVOTION
THROUGH A CHANGE OF HABIT
YOU BECAME A ROCK N ROLL STAR
YOU ARE THE KING
NUMBER ONE BY FAR
THROUGH THE YEARS OF
LOVE ME TENDER, LOVE ME TRUES
TEDDY BEAR SONGS AND G.I. BLUES
YOU STOLE OUR HEARTS
AND PUT OUR MINDS AT REST
IN YOUR ROUSTABOUT WAYS
YOU ARE THE BEST
AFTER THE ARMY YOU PACKED UP YOUR TEAM
ONCE WILD IN THE COUNTRY
YOU HAD TO FOLLOW THAT DREAM
YOU STARRED IN SUCH MOVIES AS
STAY AWAY JOE
CLAMBAKE AND CHARRO
EASY COME, EASY GO
AFTER GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS
WE WERE VERY IMPRESSED
BUT JAILHOUSE ROCK
WAS ONE OF YOUR BEST
KISSIN’ COUSINS AND SPIN OUT
BOTH WERE NOT BAD
THEN THERE’S VIVA LAS VEGAS
AND KID GALAHAD
LIVE A LITTLE, LOVE A LITTLE
IT HAPPENED AT THE WORLDS FAIR
HARUM SCARUM AND TICKLE ME
FRANKIE AND JOHNNY WHAT A PAIR
PARADISE, HAWAIIAN STYLE FUN
IN ACAPULCO TOO !
BLUE HAWAII, GIRL HAPPY
SPEEDWAY AND LOVING YOU
FROM KING CREOLE
TO A FLAMING STAR
I’M STUCK ON YOU
WHERE EVER YOU ARE
NOW WE ARE IN DOUBLE TROUBLE
YOU LEFT US SO FAST
BUT I’LL REMEMBER YOU
PRESENT, FUTURE OR PAST YOU
THRILLED THE AUDIENCE
WITH THAT SPECIAL TOUCH
THE TROUBLE WITH GIRLS
THEY LOVED YOU TOO MUCH
NOW I’M ALL SHOOK UP
AND FEELING BLUE
CAUSE I CAN’T HELP
FALLING IN LOVE WITH YOU
YOU WERE A YOUNG MAN
THE AGE OF FORTY TWO
WE’LL NEVER FORGET
THE WONDER OF YOU.
~ Once upon a long ago...
Three kids were raised on my family's farm
I am the middle child who spent more time
working in the fields with Dad, my Galahad,
for I found household chores such a bore.
Outside, in the fresh air, me and mon pere
worked side by side, talking about the future.
We pruned row after row of tomato plants,
fed chickens that were later killed, one by one
but when their blood was spilled, I was sick
Not a bite of them could I take while my heart
ached for the baby chicks I had raised.
To this day, I don't eat a lot of eggs.
How many times did I fall from the hay loft...
Quite oft, and from the swing in the tree
Another treasured childhood memory.
Beneath it I cried and then dried my tears,
overcoming fears, and through the years,
Dad kept replacing the rope swing in the tree,
of the barnyard meadow, just for me.
The tree's still there on my family's land
I painted it last Autumn when I visited the farm.
The fields are no longer tended and plowed
Rows are fallow on what was once hallowed
ground to me. There are no kids playing there
no longer a rope swing. Everything is changed,
rearranged to suit the needs of the new owners
who kindly understood when I asked if I could
paint the old rusty-roofed barn of my childhood
where I once rode my horse, and of course
played hide and seek with my sister and brother,
once upon a long ago ~
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad.
From the beginning our shaky love was fated.
We had met and I fell, but patiently waited,
a fact for which both of our families were glad.
Even though we spoke with words insinuated,
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I wonder if we were a curious dyad.
Was this acerbic love become hate belated?
Only God will decide if this is good or bad.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
Love faded rapidly after we had dated.
I wondered if I should remain calm or be mad,
I questioned guilty feelings that were created.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad.
You were time-worn, emotionally armor-clad.
I understand now you would never be sated.
You bore the spirit of an unsettled nomad,
from the beginning our shaky love was fated.
Achingly romantic dreams I had created,
a basis for lifetime togetherness’ launchpad.
Alas, I have become confused and frustrated.
Tomorrow, in a renewed search for Galahad,
I will always wonder.
There are some of you I know
who think that I’ve forgotten,
my first kiss, or even my first kiss with you
(in love’s soft hopeful beckoning).
So I’m writing this to soften blow
to those who think me perhaps rotten,
that our last kiss whispered someone new.
We are older now and my best hope
is that you’ve found true love
who’s even more than you deserve
(in your own reckoning).
It’s true there’s mean but also dope-
iness which youngsters know much of
when life throws them a curve.
I’d like to think that love might be
even better now if we could meet again
for the first time on some lover’s stage
(though I would not “do-over” what we had).
My heart was not the same after alchemy
revealed to both of us the golden chain
that bonds us still who struggle with its page.
I’d like to think our golden link
adds value to the love you give
now to man who shares your heart
(for gold misspent’s still pure like Galahad),
a ‘living’ water that we drink
to thirst no more and to forgive
life’s flavors that were once too tart.
And may you live and die in peace
sweet Miss and miss me too at times
when society lacks songs or words
(and poet’s message sounds absurd).
Sing yesterday’s lost masterpiece,
and never once forget the rhymes
when poems of mine were not cowards.
Let gold that glistens always shine,
if mustard seeds are all we grow
such faith can even mountains move,
(your prayers for love uncensored).
God’s love for you, my Valentine,
injustice where, to overthrow,
or real sadness that you can’t remove?
Brian Johnston
July 11, 2015
Poet’s Notes:
This is kind of a sad poem for me, for it basically says "Here I am, a man who loves you as much as he knows how, hoping against hope that it is enough and that you can love me too, even knowing my love will perhaps never make you feel completely safe. And yet though I need you as I do and want you in every way, the poem affirms that I trust YOU with your own life, that you do not need me to rescue you, and that our love will survive in spite of the odds against it, in God's will.
Brad is admin of the Writers' Group on Facebook...
A kindly sword and savage pen
Are the marks of a writer and leader of men
Blessed be he who came to teach
The wildness of wisdom and freedom of speech
Where fainter hearts might fall and fail
He stands to serve the Writer’s Grail
This ancient sage; this humble youth
This herder of cats; this teller of truth
Is he we know and love as Brad
Our literary Galahad
by Gail
My first time at the movies
I was young at 13 years old
really excited I was that day
watching the big screen was true gold
The big feature was ' Kid Galahad'
starring Elvis the rock 'n' roll king
in the boxing ring hitting real melody
making music to soar on a wing
But the real reason for going
was to see 'The Lone Ranger'
the support movie on this bill
defeating outlaws despite danger
The Lone Ranger and Tonto were fab
my favourite cowboy duo by far
Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels
but hi yo Silver the real star!
These are real memories never to forget
always bring to mind what it meant back then
for that first time was indeed special
hi you Silver away, let's live it again