Best Knights Poems
Do not
despair, my friend,
there is still hope for a better world,
for us to make:
kinder,
nobler,
juster
for
I discern,
far on the horizon of time,
the dawning of a new era,
an era,
of love and understanding.
Look,
there is the cavalry of the righteous,
all set up to mount their horses of
virtue.
Now,
I clearly see them-
these solemn knights of light-
ready to gallop on the fields of
universal brotherhood
with
their swords of retribution in
hand
for
to overthrow evil's empire of hate and
enthrone, our Lord's fallen law of love,
restoring it to its previous glory,
thus
bringing, at last, peace on earth,
the peace for which our Heavenly Father has
His only son sacrificed!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
07 March 2020
* I would like to express my gratitude to all my friends who show their
appreciation with their kind comments, fact which is partly the reason for
this POTD honor. I also thank the officials of Poetry Soup who voted my
poem worthy of receiving the honor.
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer confit and other gourmet fare
Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold
Dearest damsel, thou art are my life
The ravages of nature may threaten ye
But I’ll cool thee in the brutal heat
and warm thee in the bitter cold
I will slay where all the dragons dwell
I'll protect thee from the gates of hell
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
My strength and resolve to win thy love
I will defy the gods above
Until my labors bring fruition
all these enumerations that I have stated
I promise thee with all my heart
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
But thou cannot have my Tapioca
Redemption Knight
He rode the wind on mighty steed
He drove it fast to gain more speed
To win the maiden: noble deed
As he galloped in the night…
He found his damsel in distress
With dragon claws clutching her dress
Disheveled hair and heart astress
As he galloped within sight…
One swift leap and he came aground
His rebel yell a mighty sound
Courage to fight in her he found
As he strode into her plight…
She gazed at eyes of azure blue
A depth of love she never knew
For handsome knight so brave and true
As she held on with her might…
He sunk he sword in to the hilt
Dragon heart blood to ground was spilt
Caught the damsel about to wilt
As his valor set things right…
In his strong arms she found her place
She gazed into his angel face
Between their bodies not a space
As the night was tinged with light…
He bowed his head to plant a kiss
A song of love, no dragon hiss
Her world now filled with utter bliss
As to heaven they took flight….
For Isaiah Zerbest Medaeval contest
August 3, 2013
2nd place win
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The Knights are Dead
The knights in shining armor have all died
the damsels in distress are left...distressed
what once was chivalry and manly pride
by silence in the fight is now expressed
Where are the men who knew the right from wrong
who'd come to save a weaker one from pain
perhaps they have forgotten to be strong
their pleasure and their peace they want to gain
And so they leave the wounded in the field
Endeavoring to find what brings delight
forgotten are the ones they were to shield
They leave them there to suffer through the night
You were a knight, but that you are no more
those days are gone, they only live in lore
Eileen Manassian
i can never tell you how displeased readers
are by that position the singular
moment when nothing makes any sense
to them at all but only to a few brilliant pebbles
that soar across the night canvas unknown
to
the dullards of academia
it is the ONLY reason
i write; to express
self to those very few
who HEAR ME.
the rest are noise and there is no
time
for wasting one's artistry on rigid brains
and stiff
necked human-geese.
Then again, my imagination never demands
an audience of understanding but more
of an emotional receptivity.
A slumbering shadowy cloud-vignette
seeping from
a tormented mind onto
freshly sliced paper cuts.
This is the
color red screaming in a dying ink stroke.
:: 07-21-2017 ::
. Back in
the days of
the Knights
Lack of
wood to
cook food
would, leave
a Knight not
able to fight, or
not as right as
a knight should
They'd say xxxxxxxxxxxx
"That knight's in ooooooooooooo
a daze!" So on those day's they would
cut wood. They would call them the wood cut days
I suppose as rightly they should! It came to pass
one "wood cut day" The cas- tle came under
attack The Knights were dazed all night
they say When even a snack, they
would lack! The fair maid- en
needed wood for her stove
To get the knights head
back in place. That's why
when he said, "I've got
xxxxxxx wood!" She would glow
xxxxx with a smile on her face!
*** She cooked up a most bounti-
x ful meal. After they ate, they
x fought so hard, The Knights with
x no daze were winner's. The wood then
x stood high in regard! The
x moral of the story is this,
x When quelling Knights needs,
x make no mis- takes. You can
x ask any blush- ing maiden, the
x difference some good wood makes!
Tapioca (Free Verse)
I’ll always be thoughtful and treat you well
Mi amor
If you want for food, it will always be there
Mi amor
I’d protect you from the gates of hell
Mi amor
Whatever you desire is yours
Mi amor
But you cannot have my tapioca
Feb. 6, 2003
The Knight’s Crusade (Villanelle)
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
If thou want for food, it will always be there
I will offer comfit and other gourmet fare
Whatever jewels ye desire I present to you
Be it Australian opals or Colombian gold
Dearest damsel, thou art are my life
The ravages of nature may threaten thee
But I’ll cool thee in the brutal heat
and warm thee in the bitter cold
I will slay where all the dragons dwell
I'll protect thee from the gates of hell
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
My strength and resolve to win thy love
I will defy the gods above
Until my labors bring fruition
all these enumerations that I have stated
I promise thee with all my heart
Dearest damsel, thou art my life
But thou cannot have my Tapioca
May 4, 2014
Makeover Contest Roy Jerden
Ralph Sergi March 26, 2015
We’re coming out of the caves
We’re moving into the Lime Light
It’s now ‘cause the time’s right
The bold and the brave
We’re here to tear down the old
We’re moving into the future
The New better suit ya
The brave and the bold
The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here
We’re rebuilding broken down schools
We’re building real education
Across every last nation
Your tyranny your rules
We’re climbing out of the dark
Out from your stories and fables
Now we’re turning the tables
Our freedom our ark
The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here
It’s time to breathe the fresh air
It’s time for no more pollution
Now we have the solution-
Drop delusion and prayer
It’s time to walk in the light
It’s time to love all the science
Show them all your defiance
You’re the Rationalist’s Knight
The age of Reason’s before us
There’s no more time to abhor us
Zealots, let go of your fear, the age of Reason is here
The age of freedom and wonder
And the church going under
So let go of your fear
The age of Reason is here
excited and in a daze, just in case
I have to make sure I don't misplace
my aspirin for tonight
I'll be with my knight
in shining armor in his embrace
suspend an aspirin between the knees and use that as contraception!" It was a "joke" in the 1960s.
gawker.com/.../in-my-day-gals-put-aspirin-between-their-knees
A summer Saturday night brings them all out grates shining
spit polished chrome, driven by bald men with pates shining.
Candy apple red antique corvettes with white wall tires
soft topped convertibles from Isadora Duncan's estate shining.
Well preserved women with beehive hair in leather bucket seats
go out for a ride with their Romeo's down the interstate shining.
Elvis dreamed of bee bop queens escorted round the scene
down, down town in La La land on the silver screen shining.
So put on your pedal pushers, grab a bottled Coke Classic
tie a scarf in your ponytail and dress like jail bait shining.
Cause it Saturday night at the antique car show and "YO!
and I wanta conjugate on that bumper's silver plate shining.
A knight fighting for his ruler's realm
His king's kingdom of psalm
With his might offers his life
Saving a king all his life
A second knight serves with bow
And a deadly arrow to throw
Aiming at enemy's clout
Mouth of his sting without pout
A third knight battles like a gladiator
Using all weapons for his king's splendor
Will die for his king's scepter
Bearing a seal haunting any spectre
A fourth knight trained to die and win
Under his majesty will stand for thy skin
Bravery in his heart, loyalty will not part
'til his last breath, earning his title by heart
Four Knights of the Rolling Table
Now competing before the stable
Chosen horse to ride on for a lady's hand
Pointed stick to hold on, or die with a soft hand
Contest ended, all knights hurt and tended
The Lady's hand was not won, only shown and extended
Then Knights merged in the center
Before the King and Lady's eyes, all bowed together
The knights in shining armor have all died
the damsels in distress are left...distressed
what once was chivalry and manly pride
by silence in the fight is now expressed
Where are the men who knew the right from wrong
who'd come to save a weaker one from pain
perhaps they have forgotten to be strong
their pleasure and their peace they want to gain
And so they leave the wounded in the field
Endeavoring to find what brings delight
forgotten are the ones they were to shield
They leave them there to suffer through the night
You were a knight, but that you are no more
those days are gone, they only live in lore
Eileen Manassian
Spirited knights from a long ago age
Were transported to this century
Seeing as they had no foe to engage
They moped around aimlessly
Before their doldrums turned to rage
They sought out a job agency
That would strive to find them a good wage
Due to the knight’s urgency
But the hitch in this new age fable
Of which this story is based
Was the shocking headhunter’s cable
That proposed jobs in hazardous waste
It seemed they’d be worth their mettle
So their talent agent thought
Since they sported all that metal
Punctures would be less than naught
As their first foray in this career
Was not what they beseeched
Since hospitals for these cavaliers
Contained a plank with a leech
But they learned to remove harmful gear
Plus organs the size of a peach
And swabs and gloves and what others fear
Like sharps washed upon the beach
One day Galahad’s nose turned runny
Because his health turned frail
Yet what happened wasn’t too funny
When a needle slipped inside his mail
He cried out to his god
I think I’ve reached the end
There’s a germ infested rod
Dispensed in my rear end
Oh, for crying out loud
Yelled Lancelot to his friend
Stop acting so highbrowed
That little prick will surely mend
Yet while the knights gathered around
To strip Galahad’s chain link
They loudly sang to drown the sound
As that knight put up a stink
So the moral of this fable is
That lands on the other side
Albeit fences or era’s ‘tis
Not always greener far and wide
3/10/14
For Francine's Tickle My Funny Bone contest
As long as its right in line with the knights
hindsight of the plight during the frightful night
of the fight thats not justified
to the blinded divines cry for the swines wine
While writing a fine sign trying to be kind
purple lady of leather
dancing on the parapet
where's her gallant knight?
Soldiers raise their holy swords,
To the heavens as they,
Give the oath to protect God and the church.
Such swords are adorned with gems,
Blessed only by God,
Which glows with a testament of honor.
The white tunic instills,
Innocence and purity,
As the red cross symbolizes,
The blood of Christ.
These promises are only kept,
By their silence and,
Giving their life to keep them.
The king and pope betrayed,
The soldiers of Christ.
Yet, after eight hundred years,
Their silence still reigns.
The rumors of their escape,
To distant lands is true.
God blessed the knight's templars.
They kept their oath.
They kept their promise.
One thing is very true,
Treasured documents, Gold, and the chalice,
Has never been found.
I would like to think the heart and soul,
Of the templars resides in heaven,
Protecting the one person that,
They vowed to never leave or betray.