Best Gallant Poems
NOTE: A young college football player who plays for a team that I follow was seriously hurt this
past weekend. I wrote this poem in honor of that young man and in hopes of a speedy
recovery.
The scarlet warrior with foe in sight,
Stops the advance with all his might.
First, a roar of great celebration;
Then a silencing of the elation.
Prideful eyes from thousands of fans,
Watch attentively with folded hands.
On the ground lies one of their own;
A knight fighting gallantly for his home.
From the banks of the ole Raritan,
Prayers and thoughts for Eric LeGrand.
Representing his school and his state;
Of his courage and valor there’s no debate.
Playing a game he dearly loves;
Blessed with ability given from above.
Now relies on his inner strength,
And all our support to every length.
I only know Eric as a Rutgers’ fan,
But some day would like to shake his hand,
And on that day when he retakes the field,
On my knees, to God, I’ll give thanks and kneel.
Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of death.
As you defend and secure our Motherland especially the youth.
At the hour of battle field you gave your best,
As you tactically crawled only to range the said target.
Mike 1, Bingo! Mission accomplished you eliminate the terrorist.
You save not only the innocent citizenry but the whole state.
But at the time of extraction, treacherous rebels pop-out,
From nowhere they came to destroy you mercilessly.
Quite heartbreaking that reinforcement you shout!
But nobody came as you expected them desperately.
We are not callous how you feel that very tragic moment,
When everyone of you is running out of bullet...
When each of you wanted to hear the voices of your love ones in your lowest...
When you brave troopers stand still even blood spurting out and you just fight!
You are but the true heroes that will never been forgotten,
The warriors of elite force that every Filipino now proven.
Betrayal is such a torment, but SAF Family will tactfully proceed,
Because you fallen 44 heroes deserved JUSTICE in the end.
A special breed of men like you will never just die nor fade away,
But like a TAGALIGTAS logo you will be a world significant.
Indeed, you just leave a good trace in the Philippine history,
Salute to all of you fallen 44 SAF heroes and to all full blooded SAF!
MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!!!
AWWWOOOOOOOOOAAAHHH!!!
Tomorrow’s history makers
Future record breakers
Are the infants of this day
They should be taught well
In order to lead the way
They should be taken forward
In the fear of God
By the responsible one’s above them
Ye parents, guardians and lecture givers
Train them to keep of boozing
Instruct them never to go logger heads
Improve their knowledge of moral uprightness
So as not to make their regime
Bite the just
Our guardians of later days
Subtract yourselves from the disguised devils
Less they turn you into a bag of disgust
Make yourself confident in yourself
And keep a cold shoulder
Of relying on them
Or at last you become failure’s hosts
Disembark from the plane of the unjust
And board the plane of the just
Desist from hitting below the belt
And permit fairplay to rule
For it is a praise worthy value
Let the truth prevail in all you do
Let your attitude be reflected in your records
So as to be known as an accountable man
And a scrupulously honest woman
Always be on the level
So that they would be your face saver
When the doubting Thomas talks
Deprive yourself from going against the rules
Even when you fail
But move on gallantly
Till you win the race
Lend a helping hand
To those who lose
When you win
Cease to get satisfied
With where you are
Escape from the clutches of laziness
For it hinders your success
Put your best foot forward
And work as if your whole life depends on it
Don’t mask yourself from your responsibility
Express love and care to your mother land
Show her all the beauty
She possess inside her
Give her the strength of pride
To be a gallant bride.
Omebe Rita
Stoked in low;
stoked in high;
Try to reach up;
to that sky.
Your placement here;
Has just been in passing;
It's over now;
Life's not that harassing.
Don't look down;
Too late, don't frown;
Come with me;
We'll have the new town.
Never again;
Shall I turn away;
Never again;
Shall I stray!
I'm leaving now;
I'll see you soon;
Come, let's hurry;
It's almost noon!
Give it a chance;
Give it a stance;
Look at you;
You're in France?
Let me tend;
Let me bend;
It all comes down to this;
My gallant friend!
Show me now;
Show me then;
It is how life goes;
It is The End.
Revised Edition: August 23, 2021, 1:52 PM (EST)
To the gallant ‘remain’ I direct this refrain; to the hearts and great souls I see there; and maintain.
That we are not so much different that not all is estranged;
We both yearn betterment in so much we are same!
I hate not my neighbour; I hate neither you
In my heart I am sure it is good you would do!
Our wants are quite similar throughout this Brit-ian.
To your hearts and great souls, I direct this refrain.
To the gallant; to the worthy; resolute, brave, ‘remain’ do we not both;
Want better? Do we both not contain respect; and value this country the same?
This land welcomed many; Huguenot through to Jew,
It stood out for freedom under wings of the few.
This all before the time of the present E. U.
Look out on your land, on the homeless that call, for better; for direction,
Do we not have compassion? I say yes one and all!
To the gallant ‘remain’ do we want the same? better for children; for our daughters And sons? Can we do, think and plan?
How to be at our best? For I believe that we can.
We have seen three depressions whilst still in the ‘club’
Seem lost in a virtual reality; that to many is the rub,
When we left the E.R.M. this country did well, it’s all part of your history,
That some never tell. Have we not been subject to rumour and spin?
Yet it's well known by science in debate; majority knowledge does win.
To the gallant to the worthy, resolute, brave ‘remain’. I don't think
You unworthy I just put it plain. I don't think that you caved in to fear,
Rather that the politics; was rather not clear.
You love your own country that’s what I see.
I share much of your values, maybe more than you believe
So then to you, I state; that for me, it’s so plain
Let the UK ‘remain’ undivided by rumour, anger, lies and pain.
© Joe Maverick 2-2-2019
"The Gallant Night Kisses Victory"
As Night lowers herself victorious
over his moving fortress
she is draped transparent surrounded
by a milky mist, a myriad of dazzling stars
She remains unconquered
Victory cannot see her
The Gallant Night Kisses Victory
The scent of cinnamon and green apples
surrounds his crown, his sword en garde he checks,
“Was that a sound, the crackling of kindling on fire perhaps?” his heart pounds
for a while, he treads onwards, fallen branches, gold and russet leaves under foot,
each leaf a bless'ed and cursed story, what they've seen in Lost Lovers Woods,
He thinks of witches and spectral phantoms
walking towards him over his hallowed Hollow Hills grounds
An Autumn breeze cool fingers invisible trace his lips
His pale armour dewdrop and moonlit dappled
His noble neck, she licks, a taste of war he’s been in battle
Tiredness overcomes him, his emotions burnt and rattled
Sleep calls to him, but he does not sleep
He watches over his emotions, keeps them like soldiers
under control, in tight, in neat, concealed
In the Quiet Time he hears her haunting whisper
she strokes his hand on sword and drugs his mind
“Throw down your gauntlet King, the Victory is all yours,
I am your Night,
And you are mine.”
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
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Until The Ribbon Breaks – One Way or Another
It was my evening, that's
For sure -
"Its your aura"
For sure -
At last I'm good
At something.
"Spot the Equity card!"
"When are you going
To be a superstar?"
Said Sarah.
That seemed to be
The question
On everyone's lips.
At last, at last, at last
I'm good at something.
And so the party...Zoe
Called me...I listened
To her problems;
References
To my innocent face.
Linda said:
"Sally seems elusive
But is in fact,
Accessible;
You're the opposite -
You give to everyone
But are incapable
Of giving in particular."
Madeleine was comparing me
To June Miller;
Descriptions by Nin:
"She does not dare
To be herself..."
Everything I'd always
Wanted to be, I now am.
"...She lives
On the reflections
Of herself in the eyes
Of others...
There is no June
To grasp and know."
I kept getting up to dance
Sally said: "I'm afraid;
You're inscrutable;
You're not just
Blase
Are you?"
I spoke
Of the spells of calm,
And the hysterical
Reactions,
Psychic exhaustion,
Then anxious elation.
"Gallant Festivities was based on two pages of informal journal notes dating from 1982-'83, although all names have been changed.)
These gallant men who lay their lives,
Leave orphaned children and widowed wives.
From glorious past to frenzied last,
A battle so uncalled for,
Man’s ego tis which blown with scorn,
For each and every neighbour,
That causes death from mine or bomb,
Not forgetting the bullet and sabre.
With all their world of camouflage,
A snipers bullet, some sabotage.
Although they choose this heroic death,
A meager compensation is all they’ll get.
Giving us gladly their today’s,
So that we may see our morrows,
They leave behind a host of kin,
Who alone will face their sorrow.
When will man stop killing man?
And live like only, a good man can.
-Prince Freakasso
(Painter & poet)
Gaily gallant, ride forth over the mountains beat by the rough winds of may,
Ride past the islands and towns in which you can’t stay.
Let the breeze kiss thee face, on thou journey, thou journey home,
And wear the mud proudly on the only clothes thou own.
Keep thy sword sharp and wits sharper, to succumb thy loathsome enemies,
Curse the gales and rough waters of Poseidon which through thee across the sea,
Oh, the stories in which the beggars and sirens will tell once thou reach home,
Pride, fame, reuniting with thy patient wife all of the fortunes thou will own.
Don’t be dazed by the beautiful immortals who call thou name,
And hold strong on your little fragment of hope to keep you sane,
Let the birds sing righteous songs on thou journey home,
Return to the patient wife, and reclaim the thrown in which you own.
Gallant Scotland's Fame
From Atlantic to North Sea
Ours is land again
With Europe’s largest oil reserves,
Our country again free.
All for Scotland’s freedom stand
Marching in national kilts,
Bagpipers are playing new hymn –
Saluting the country’s rebirth.
Caledonia – Scotland my country
With blue flag as skies above us,
White cross as innocence of Christ,
Independent, faithful and free.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
inside my room; mere words he never spoke!
He came creeping softly in the moonlight.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
with caresses so sweet I felt it might
have only been a dream once I awoke.
A gallant, unbidden, appeared one night
inside my room. Mere words he never spoke.
Sept. 21, 2017 for Broken Wing's Form U - U Pick the Form Contest
Form is Triolet with ten syllables per line. Word is Unbidden.
Whither the true gentleman who holds the door open for a lady
Whither the noble scout, escorting an elderly matron 'cross the street
Whither the friendly officer who greets me as I pass him on his beat
Whither the shopkeeper who knows my name, who seeks my welfare
Whither chivalry? Where has it fled?
Where are the gallant knights in shining armor today?
The gentleman? --passed on, bidding farewell to a world where he has no place
The noble scout? --become timid and weak, emasculated by equality's
relentless drumbeat
The friendly officer? --grown mean and wary, cowed by violent lawlessness
The shopkeeper? --relic of an age that is no more, replaced by a faceless
superstore
Chivalry? --buried in the annals of history
beside gallant knights in shining armor
languishing in cobweb-covered attics
rusted helmets shuttered forever
She stands gallant
For us: the staged pens
Of growing knowledge
For the posted battle field
By honor to get hired
She stands gallant
In lonely and scary dens
Tightly by duties pledge
For our efforts to yield
And live likewise if inspired
She stands gallant
For every little, callow mind
And the runaway lyrics
Singing silently of possibility
To be boldly listen to cum history
She stands gallant
Come lose; come find
In and out academics
With such glaring docility
How she copes remained a mystery
She stands gallant
For the lazy dudes
And their urgent care
Cum needs to get going
Even at her own expense
She stands gallant
Through mixed moods
Managing students affair
Who aren't for once easy-going
Except few that ain't of pretense
She stands gallant
For the striking distance
Assuming to come nearer
For life to be at its finest choice
Before regrets dilate the luck
She stands gallant
For everyone's timed chance
Not to slip by to view in mirror
Reason for her heightening voice
Not to blame but you caught thuderstruck
She stands gallant
For what her birthday brings
Which character nurtures
Growing emotions for peace
And understanding to relate well
She stands gallant
For death to envy life clings
Producing more pure searchers
Adding up in numbers that don't cease
Living while gone would be a way to tell
She stands gallant
For all feelings and its fear
Explain how it could be of benefit
And follow up with the progress
To leadership is such attribute
She stands gallant
For herself by smiling to cheer
Others out of doubts from bull
Which shouldn't hinder one's finesse
It is evident you're worth more tribute
For more of this to come
Keep living for thy known
Keep sacrificing for the unknown
Don't be distracted by some
Who want you to stop yet many a bum
Great Things Grow In Gazebo
In gallant gazebo great things grow;
Like my curiosity which you do know;
Do ameliorate;
Not humiliate;
To Trump brain caused a severe blow.
Jim Horn
I ride like fire from darkest dawn,
Above the spire of mountains high,
And though the light is pale and wan,
I sear the heavens where earth meets sky.
As miles behind me fall away,
I drive my gallant steed to fly.
So on I ride to meet the day,
Then wake the morn with chilling cry.
"Awake, my love!", my ride grows short,
Where miles of road met gallant steed,
"I rode through Hell's uncleanest sort
To prove my unquenched heart's true need."
So far ahead, a sweet young dove,
Without the knowledge of my flight,
Awaits arrival of her love.
As on I gallop in the night.
Where all of those whose hearts now cry--
The love they feel ignites their day--
Would never offer their souls to die,
Nor sacrifice love on their way.
While I would offer all my soul:
My life, my fire, my fierce desire,
To touch your hair as black as coal,
And then to die, my heart on fire.
As my breast rages with my cry,
I call to you and seek your face.
Was all my struggle naught for nigh?
Or did the Devil win this race?
When all at once, as day was born,
I see a face aglow with light;
A face so beauteous angels mourn,
Their wistful wishes now in flight.
I quick dismount and catch my breath;
Your beauty drawing tears of love.
Then joy bursts free within my heart.
My spirit soars to heights above.
You sprint with torrents on your cheek,
The light of love within your eyes.
I catch you as you fly to seek
The arms that soothe your joyful cries.
And thus, my love, the story ends.
I fought the world to see your grace.
The trials I faced were my amends
As every day love grew apace.
While Hell had watched, my steps it groomed;
The closer home, Hell's hounds went wild.
But Hell's dark legions long were doomed;
They cursed me as I simply smiled.
No man nor beast nor Hellish fiend
Would slow me down nor block my way.
And what of Heaven's ways I gleaned
Still, guide my love now every day.