Best Knightly Poems
"MARRY ME" -- The Sweethearts Valentine Candy
I write with passion in every line,
A poet bleeding words, in black and white
Elegant, like a fine glass of red wine.
I SIT!
I LAY!
I LOOK INTO YOUR KNIGHTLY EYES!
Pearly paper I unwrap the magazine
I switch the lights to read
Gently I kiss you on the cheek
Tonight my diary reads, LOVE
I walked away, bathing for the night
A beautiful purple Amethyst diary on the nightstand.
The unthinkable; -O' you opened to read
Page 1 - 50 dramatic, and set
You skipped on over to the day we met.
Page 88
Once I was lost in the twilight
Then I magically found a box of invisible light
There you stood like a diamond ring;
Suddenly my heart began to sing
Your love was more than the beauty that spawned from your soul
Fair and cold like winter blues
January stars following my every move
I treasure every moment we spend like my mother’s cameo
I lifted our memories and time framed them like yesterday
A vintage picture, no one can erase or take away.
Page 55
You skipped back and, opened a page that spoke about my broken dreams.
Page 66
Smeared cobalt words in every line (CRYING)
Page 77
Sapphire Glamour of fancy words
Phrased that I finally found my amulet
He will protect me with unspeakable powers.
Page 99
Moonstone & Opal = 4ever
My white shiny Pearl, listen to me whatever
SLAMMING the diary shut!!
A piece of paper fell, and you bent over to pick it up.
Your heart skips ---- (when you read your name)
Dear Diary!
The roads ahead are full of bumps and screams.
I will continue to open every door until I find my dreams.
My sweetest love, soon will come,
May he never dares to change me like the seasons.
My sweetest love, soon will come
Together well enjoy life and respect its reasons.
A sexy man!!
Will come and intrude the glossary of my life!
My sweetest love, soon will come
One day to make me his wife
Today I will write and smile about love
Page 111
I have no shame in asking the man who stops
By to sneak a peek and read my diary once a week
Will You MARRY ME????
Windswept
Over sheet music, harmonious movement of sand.
Droplets of rain dance - time swooning on sea and on land.
Cupid’s arrows climb, descend strings of the violin.
Heartthrobs, side by side, in best dress, on seasonal spin.
Fingers up and down long necks, in obeisance of song,
as bow ties glide along knightly, mounting music, strong.
Ultra concentration as the conductor gyrates,
creates, weights, debates, elongates, plaits and translates.
Unity in mass, jealousy laid aside, except
for the audience who longs to climb inside, windswept.
Ebb and flow of tears, patiently are kept and foreswear
allegiance to current marriage with hasty prayer.
Silver fox-french horns, don’t withhold their breaths, breasts pounding.
With lilt, rapturous, they’d give up their lives, resounding.
White pages, pristine ties, good looking manners of tides.
Hourglass climax expires. Silence shatters. Faith abides.
It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light
Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come
To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.
The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.
Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.
Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen
To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.
So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.
With merriment's ink:
A Kiss;
A dance;
A song etched deep:
Art carved out of sky.
Title: Night Poem
The old King took to the battle
and leapt into the fencers fray.
“Noblesse oblige” his cronies cry.
“Our King will save the day!”
He was a bull to their gazelle
nae a fair fight, nae by half;
he'd fight just to see the thralls fall
he ‘d pierce those peacocks for a laugh!
His continence was so fearsome.
His two burly arms a rare threat.
Some would nae fight His Majesty
nor fight of his knightly get.
“How is this fair?” the Lord’s lament.
How well met can these odd match be?
“Unless, of course, ‘twas nae ‘bout fair
this was nae called noblesse oblige!
In heavy plate with blade and pole
with broadsword, He’d bested the field;
so, as the fencers broached this game
the wiser lads all chose to yield.
They would nae raise a blade to him
nor would they save for him a dance;
many a brave man whispered there
and the bolder looked on askance.
“Let Him have the day! We’ll nae play
Noblesse oblige, my fine backsides!”
And, so the fancy fencers fell
like pretty harp seals on the tide.
There are many a way to win
and sure, many a way to loose.
Yet ‘tis the metal of the man
shows in the way that he chooses.
Those who stand their ground...
Their sacred ground...
With their backs against the wall.
Making bold their full intentions
While the slings and arrows fall.
Laying waste an air of happenstance
Permeating sick and feeble minds...
Caring not the monstrous odds
The powers of darkness have aligned.
I fear not this mass of troubled souls
Who demand their pound of flesh.
I contest every foot of treasured Earth.
I contest every loathsome wretch.
I give not an inch to those who dare
Make dark the light of day
To preserve such sacred wanderings
Where the meek would have their say.
I will lift my voice in praise and song
To evince the veracity of my cause
Displaying a knightly measure of gallantry
To give the hapless minions pause.
But sweet victory demands some sacrifice
As a judicious Death may set me free.
Knowing this... would you be at my side?
Would you rise and stand with me?
The End
We went to sleep for but a little while
I met you in my dreams.
You delivered to me
all your stories
all throughout the little while
all throughout the years.
The Dilettante Diaries: “The Dream”
You watched me as I breathed
I placed your little hand onto my heart
as you closed your eyes you breathed
I watched you fall asleep
Remember what I whispered,
“My darling, I will never leave”
“Sometimes the ones we love the most
stay, they walk with us in our dreams”
(d.18.9.71)
(b.18.9.99)
Lovejoy-Burton/18.9.18
for G, Happy birthday darling daughter. x
for K, M. x
for my beloved Mother, Lynette.
Miracles do happen and dreams do come true. x
1. In Anglo-Saxon the meaning of the name Lynette is: Bird.
2. In Arthurian legend Lynette accompanied Sir Gareth on a knightly quest.
3. "Gareth and Lynette", Alfred Lord Tennyson (Author/Poet)
(from: Idylls of the King [1859-1885] )
http://d.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/text/tennyson-gareth-and-lynette
4. For G. ~Miss Peregrine`s Home for Peculiar Children~
https://www3.fmovies.ac/watch-miss-peregrines-home-for-peculiar-children-2016-fmovies.html
"The Letter"
"L" is for LOVE and the JOY that follows
"L" is for Learning flies high like a Swallow
"L" is for LIFE Lionheart all the rises and hollows
"G" is for DAUGHTER, hearts 2 as 1, flying free on the 'morrow
"L" is for Loquaciousness bees buzzing mouthfuls of honey
"L" is for Listen there is more to Life than mere money
"L" is for Linnet bird singing on the highest branch next to God
"O" is for ONE, "I Am", forever in your blood
"G" is for GLORY there is TRUTH to be seen
"O" is for FREEDOM Little Bird, 2 Royal Queens free, follow their dreams
(Lovejoy-Burton/Feb 2018)
gvlm
klb, mlb
Aerial/ Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/8UBzZKzu8Wg
Meaning of the name Lynette:
Linnet : A mainly brown and gray finch with a reddish breast and forehead.
In Anglo-Saxon the meaning of the name Lynette is: Bird.
In Celtic the meaning of the name Lynette is: Grace.
In Arthurian Legend the meaning of the name Lynette is:
Sister of Lyonors. In Arthurian legend Lynette accompanied Sir Gareth on a knightly quest.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lynette_and_Lyonesse
Take yourself on a journey into the past with this remarkable first book in the series, Sword of the Holy Grail. Award winning author and poet Isaiah Zerbst brings you his first novel, Oake of Caemarthen. Set in the breathtaking grandeur of the Welsh mountains and the mysterious wolds of England, this book depicts with startling historical accuracy the adventure-filled life of several families that lived during the Medaeval era.
Replete with tales of knightly daring, chivalry, and courtly love, this epic tale traces the campaigns of the final Welsh Rebellion until their conclusion, when the three mighty Welsh warriors, Oake, Tristan, and Afenedd return to their castle with their entourage, only to find their loved ones in the power of their mortal enemy, De Valence. Nothing but the very power of heaven and men willing to sacrifice their lives for their family can free them from his cruel grasp of iron.
Though Wales is torn by war, bereavement, mixed loyalties, and the death of their beloved King Llywelyn at the hands of the invading English, there is still room for miracles, good times, and the courtly elegance of romance.
This special first edition contains numerous poems by the author, as well as many authentic songs, ballads, and hymns of the time, over four hundred pages of edge-of-your-seat reading, and more than fifty truly astounding full-page colour illustrations, painted exclusively for this unparalleled novel by the renowned Scottish artist, Elgin Cannaught.
Written by Isaiah Zerbst on May the 22d, 2013
beauty, blessing, January, magic, moon, sunset, winter
A SEASON’S GLOW ©
‘Bastille’ winter-lodes wait anticipating the reserved and affected invasions of the sun’s setting rays, to lay its' mark upon her surrounding ice-capped winter hood---
Fortifying ‘arms’ now stand saluting at attention to the expected deluges to carnival delights from the setting sun….
Applause from ‘knightly’ lances carry a shadow-display, when brought to arms;
'toe-elbowing' their stances to a light bright multiplexed review….
Eventide’s soon to reach cosmic nighttime ceilings and is brought momentarily to stands aside, to hushed warnings off snow iced platforms gaining cheery fire-light at each kissed by-pass retreat….
At devotion ‘arms’ stretch their winter façades 'drawing' close their 'painted' ‘four o’clock’ shadows; that mark out each stance---
Alas, the playhouse ‘adieus’ end with sad commendations; when staged dimmed lights snuff and flicker out to blackness.
Nighttime slants and an interval is at hand, for waning sun’s rays, to dismiss their stationed sentinels over to moonlit beamed doom---
Night plagues with harmonizing rhythms; as ice-tinkling ‘icicles’ from branches high salute the night time, sky-faerie's lite and dance upon a new stage!
Arthur's Land:
royal
soil
Lancelot & Guinevere:
unjust
in lust
Meeting of Knights:
able
table
Excalibur:
steel cone
in stone
Merlin's Temper:
wizard
blizzard
Morgan's Powers:
tragic
magic
The Lady of the Lake:
shady
lady
Quest for the Grail:
the goal -
find bowl
A Knightly Siege:
castle
hassle
What kind of mood do we usually have ?
Sometimes a feeling , like when the desert needs its rain ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the earth needs its sun ,
Sometimes a feeling , like when the silent ground needs its vivid sound.
How does life usually reflect on us ?
Sometimes it can be cold and silent like the winter does. Diligently seeking for a warmness emotion and Soulfully trying for a harmless motion.
Sometimes it can be calm and lively like the spring does. Heartfully letting its joyable impression and Truthfully showing its lovable expression.
Sometimes it can be hot and energizing like the summer does. Revealing bitterly its affinity and Providing assuredly its ability.
Sometimes it can be windy and unbalanced like the autumn does. Steadly holding in the turbulences and Adaptably stabilizing in the circumstances.
These seasons circle one by another, each of them giving and taking some of our preciousness.
No matter in which season our path might be caught ,
We always have to act tightly for what we like , behave knightly for what we care.
There once was a lass from the Bower
Whose fame got her paid by the hour
'Till one Knightly gent
Forgot reticent
And now she's the one with the power.
©deborah burch
6/07/2012
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.
It's hardships if less inspired
Life direction will be direct less
And your decision making becomes pointless
Likened to the Caribbean pirates in distress
I hope i can be Orlando Bloom
Who has a Keira Knightly that is bewilderingly lovely
and gives his life hope and direction
with a touch of love and affection
i hope someone would give mercy
To someone like me in weary
It's as if i'm a damsel in distress
Locked helpless inside a fortress
I am in a terrible and desperate situation
Calling out for someone that can be my inspiration
I hope she will give me hope and caress
For i'm like a frog who needs a kiss from a princess
Oh my princess, i hope you'll be for real
And come out from nowhere to help me with great deal
Inspire me and energize me, Oh my dear lady
And please include it with love that i need greatly
I NEED COMMENTS......
Leaked excerpts from the journal of a
disgruntled federal, civil servant employee.
These views and opinions are not shared by
the Environmental Protection Agency.
These excerpts were made public by an anonymous source.
My knightly mission is to protect the air you breath,
keep you safe from all harm environmentally
But the new king, who was just sworn in,
said an endangered earth ain't nothing but liberal spin
He's gonna have those fracking machines
dig even deeper into the ground
Inject more and more waste water underneath
He said too much regulating ain't economically sound,
big business will get the economy back on it's feet
The king vowed they're gonna hit paydirt,
there's lots of oil soon to be found
Pump the profits up
by putting more poison in the ground
And the crops just cried a little more
because I couldn't unsheathed my sword
King put a muzzle on me and my scientific horsemen,
round tabled us with a work order freeze
There's a flash flood coming, a quake just around the bend ...
the earth's gonna open up and swallow us all in
Lord, please
forgive us for our sins
Flash freeze ... if they don't stop,
Ice Age soon to begin,
and we didn't care to know we brought it on ourselves
Custodians of the planet just got laid off,
as the mockers continue to scoff
Wonder what they're gonna think
when the land begins to stink
Vomiting oil all over the tainted soil
Flash freeze ... no more hiring
Help won't be on the way,
but this old knight will continue to pray
that our children will live to see a green day