Best Legendary Poems
Now Adam and his beauteous Eve
A love like ours could not conceive
And Cleo and her Anthony
Could not compare to you and me
Sweet Juliette and Romeo,
our kind of love could never know
Brave Lancelot and Guinevere
Our strength of our love would surely fear
Napoleon and Josephine
of love were not the king and queen
Harsh Rochester and gentle Eyre
To love like we do would not dare
See Pyramus and his Thisbe
They died for love, but you and me
We live for love, and truth be told
Our love is ever new, not old
The tales of lovers, one by one
When matched with ours become undone
One day our names in verse will live
No greater love could cupid give
You are the symbol of true love
The kind that’s fashioned up above
I am your lover, muse, and guide
Within love’s castle we abide
The two of us can show this world
What love can do once it’s unfurled
We are the best of lovers, we
will shine in hallowed history
the legend of all legends, see
is sweetest tale of you and me
A legendary tale of love I know
about two very brilliant people who
were soul mates living centuries ago.
They shared much hardship but their love stayed true.
Truth seeker Heloise sought Abelard.
Great teacher of philosophy was he.
But people’s thinking in that time was marred.
Then Heloise got pregnant, secretly
the couple wed, but Heloise was forced
to give her baby up, which broke her heart.
When Abelard was maimed; both were coerced
into monastic lives and lived apart.
Found letters prove their love could never die.
Together in a tomb in France they lie!
March 6, 2020
for Chantelle Anne Cooke's "Your Favorite Legend" Poetry Contest
I guess it's not 100% certain that they are together in that tomb because their remains got moved around. For sure, they are together in the afterlife!
- “Oh, no! not in spring-time! Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!”
From the song “If Ever I Would Leave You” from the movie Camelot
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqTveSQoKZE
A Legendary Love
In a special place, Camelot,
a legendary love blazed hot -
forbidden love that came to naught
for Guinevere and Lancelot,
King Author’s brightest, boldest knight
who sought the love of the king’s bride!
Passion could not be denied
although Guinevere so tried.
One kiss - their love took flight!
A spell was cast; now more alive,
than ever, they could not deprive
themselves of that which made them thrive -
that magic for which they would strive
to meet in secret, lest they burst!
Into each other’s arms they’d fall.
Joyously they gave their all,
for at passion’s beck and call
were two with endless thirst!
Her hair of gold; her face so fair.
Sir Lancelot could never tear
himself away from their affair,
and Guinevere, how could she bear
to let her soul mate walk away?
They lay when leaves or snow would fly;
or ‘neath spring or summer sky,
proving passion could not die.
What price they were to pay!
For Love STory contest of Silent One
You can almost swim across large parts of Florida, swim and
walk a few steps and then plunge again into the cool sexual
embrace of yet another blue swimming pool.
You can almost cross the peninsular of Florida by using the
fairways, the greens, and the links of the many golf courses.
In the everglades and other swampy parts a dragonfly can flit
from one half-submerged alligator head to another flying
miles in that hopping-stones way.
Florida has backwoods cracker-holdouts where native
Floridians sit on lawn chairs where there are no lawns. They
rest and watch the snowbirds arriving on passenger jets that
never cease coming. The folks that live out there may often
pull a 'cold one' from a cooler and spit in resigned disgust,
that copious spittle seeps into the the earth to nourish
earthworms that delve and wriggle creating minor upheavals
that occasionally weaken the subsoil forming sink holes
elsewhere. You can travel from one sink hole to another;
navigate a way around sunken cars and homes by following
the ever breaking news and ‘road-out’ police reports.
All these observations are a mighty huge exaggeration and
a rather shaky hypothesis for sure but so is the notion of
Florida.
Florida exists in the heat of the moment where all things
merge into a Disney Fantasy one often displayed upon front
yards, where ubiquitous flamingos preen; plastic garden
adornments that in Florida are a protected species.
Back in the days, when men bold,
spun golden legends;
of exploits in the wild west;
of punch-in and herd-in cows
and saloon brawls where they’d shoot
and scores of bullets roared.
Stories of the Iron Horse’s roar
and gunfighters and marshals, bold;
Of gamblers, who’d go shooting
for the stars in cards; those were feats of legend.
Days when plains of cows,
fur-painted the landscape of, the old west.
These are the breed that won the west,
as across the plains, the Iron Horse roared.
those are the backs worn, herding cows;
the exploits of the brave and bold.
those brave and haggard legends
made of silver spurs and pearl-handled shooters.
You’re darn toot-in, shoot’in
like that, was what won the west.
While the Iron Horse died, its legend
lives on, belching out its roar,
across the plains, so bold.
Still, cowboys herd and rope their cows.
Modern day cowboys, herding cows
by truck and shootouts
no longer ring so boldly.
Wild no more, is the west,
where now, only cars and planes roar.
Yet, there still live the legends.
They aren’t as great, these new legends,
but it doesn’t phase the cows.
They calmly graze, amid the airplanes roar.
Though one may say, “shoot,
it’s spoiled now”, the legends live on, in the west,
of heroes brave and bold.
The west will always, have its legends, Though trains no longer roar.
Cowboys will always rope their cows, as they did in the old, wild west.
Upon museum walls, stories of the shootouts,
are told; of ancient heroes brave and bold.
10-8-2020
Impress me with an old poem (002)
Poet Destroyer A
The smell of my mother
It’s the Coco Chanel fragrance she wears every day
It’s the scent of her make up
It’s the aroma of coffee and spearmint candy
My grandmother smells of sugar and roses
Of thank giving dinner and sweet potato pie
Of chocolate and perfume
Of spice and chamomile tea
“The Legendary Adventure Moments of Doctor Hermione Baggins the Reddish of Winterhold, The Master Sith Rainbow Lord Lulu Pucca, Cloud Kitty Carla Chandra the Ruby Rose, and Rand O'From Equestria the Darken Raw Snow vs The Strange A.A. or Perhaps B.S. Educated Scotties Homer Pilgrim’s Search for More Resources by Destroying the Galaxy to Make Way for a Interstellar Lightspeed Railway or Was It a Fishing Pond?”
Apathetic the game will continue on anyway
“Bidet,” a person points, "first door on the right in the hallway"
Celtic orchestrated melody commences to play
Drastic the GM in a serious voice proceeds to convey
“Exotic treasures will be rewarded at the story's endplay
Frederick and Scotty have threatened to destroy the floodway
Galactic dragons will soon have control of the realms gateway
Heretic man wearing the scarlet hand is on the highway
Icteric smiles seeing the party ‘do you have an issue?’”
“Judgematic paladin, what course of action will you do?”
“Kinesthetic, I'll flash step next to him and use my kung fu”
Laconic, looking over at the monk, “not your turn Lulu”
"Majestic I promenade over and address this mildew"
Novelistic I say, ‘the dragons, and mage, I must melee’”
“Optimistic the NPC rolls a 16 and tries to outplay
Panic soon kicks in as the druid and monk cross the pathway”
Quadraphonic sounds play as the initiative ensues
"Rollick, the monk and I go over, but I just rolled a two”
“Slapstick the heretic encounters the paladin’s swordplay
Tragic it's late and we must stop the story right here today
Unpoetic I know but we'll pick up again next Wednesday"
Updated 5/14/2019
Hillary Clinton has become legendary
Many states she will eventually carry
Power of concentration and self-discipline
That is way above most of the men.
Here is the source:
Page xv Introduction, For Love of Politics
by Sally Bedell Smith
Highly suggest that you read
it if you haven't already.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
[paraphrase of a Svan folksong]
I, I am Queen Tamar
I raised myself to Heaven
I dug up a barren mountain
I left only a deep hole
I put the sword to Constantinople
I drove them into the sea
I made their lands my lands.
A FATHER'S LEGENDARY :
Spirit of love is staged in this superman,
Who never gives up until a good deal is done.
He is the source of giftings production,
Who soundly nurtures his children,
By placing the entire family on satisfaction.
Regards the needs of every member with pride.
In the world of craziness I was born into,
This man has been a real gemstone.
He has always been of great spectrum...
For the construction of my self-discipline.
As a child with folly bounded in my heart,
He cleared it always as fast,
Whenever he sights a fall of it's pinch.
And words from his mouth purges a nag,
Based on a specimen intent
Obliterates all spiritual and physical issues,
Through hardwork and Ruth.
Which makes his family so proud.
Humbly play's the duties of his spouse,
When she's far away from home.
He virtually set matters straight with hope,
Even as we're now on our own.
A real ethicist on earth...
Accessed to be admired best,
Who selflessly places his family first.
And buys advance education for us,
"The future of my children is my legacy",
A citation he usually says to himself.
He gets us deemed with efficacy,
Advises us not to undergo a pelf.
He's an illustrious and a humble legend,
Whose legacies depicts his worth.
GOD bless every good father at the other side.
‘ Legendary … ’ ( Part 1 (of) 4 )
Step with me into History
Step with me, to ‘Days of Yore’ Pageantry
Let Time and Mind, March Back Momentarily
Let Mist and Musings … Merge in Front of Thee …
… On Mare, or Mighty-Destrier … Ride Along with Me
In Rich-Carriage, or Hay Wagon … Come Along with Me
Thru The Forests … See The Hunters, Plying Falconry
Thru The Elms, See Caravan … of A Girl-Gypsy
Over Sunny Knoll, and Shady Dale … Onward We Journey
By, Merchant-Trade, Lo’!... We Made – A Medieval City !
… Now, Hear Drummers, Beat Cadence … Dramatically
Hark, The Trumpets, Blare Forth, Thunderously
… Hear A Herald Invite: “ Hear Ye’ - All Heraldry “
Come to The Ball; Lyre and Mandolin Pluck Persuasively
a Lone Flute, Floats a Tune … so Melodiously
Perchance … Join The Dance and Step Accordingly
Twirl and Whirl, Do A Bassa’ … then Bow and Curtsy
Forsooth, from the word ‘Court’, comes such ‘Courtesy’
And Tis’ Adamant, for Manners, Donned in Such Finery
Swirling in Silk Gowns, Vests and Veils with Embroidery
… Gemmed-Cloaks, Headdress and Hose, Bedecked in Luxury
bearing Crested-Medallions and Daggers: There is no Subtlety
amid Scented Candles, Flowered Columns and Alcove Settees
and Banquets, where Sweetmeats and Puddings were made Ready
… also Victuals of Venison, Fruits, Cheese, Wine and Meade Aplenty
for The Wayfarer and Time-Traveler, who Ventures Back With Me …
And Now … may Troubadour … Spin A Tale, So Precisely
Aye … May Bard, Weave Thee Well, into This Tapestry …
Chorus:
Sweet Wine On My Lips … Drip In Ecstasy
Sweet Touch On My Hips … Smooth as Warm Honey
Sweet Love of My Soul … Last An Eternity
Sweetheart, Be Thou Bold … In Bravery …
… and if Sweet Talk, Be A Token … and Language Be Spoken …
… Be Legendary … Be Thou Legendary
( Part 1 (of) 4 )
Don't blame me, reader, for my passion -
I can't keep silent of one youth.
I can't resist the strong temptation
Of telling you some handsome truth.
That youth was born to show the power -
The strength of body, mind and soul.
That youth was born to cast the shower
Of wisdom, goodness - that's not all.
I'm happy I can chant his virtue,
His handsome movements, handsome voice.
I chant his joy, I chant his torture...
That fellow made a worthy choice.
He was the greatness's incarnation:
In handsome harmony, so fit,
In the exemplary perfection...
He was a legend, I admit.
Once on the set he did his acting,
His arts, as handsome as his heart.
His look was handsome, fascinating...
His work was handsome. And so hard.
He was deservedly respected,
His glory tended to ascend...
But thirty two... So unexpected...
The handsome truth came to the end.
That sudden fall... Don't mean the season.
It was the 20th of July.
Nobody knows about the reason
For saying such a quick "Goodbye!"
He fell down. What can I imagine?
The phrases: "Is his blood still hot?
Oh, can he breath? His body's engine...
Will it revive? Alas, it won't.
His handsome features have no fire.
His veins are worn. His face is pale."
How strongly now I would desire
To see the handsome fairytale!
I've never seen it and I will not:
It's evident I will stay blind.
But handsome truth... I'll never leave it.
His image lives in my green mind:
His handsome face, his handsome figure,
His handsome words, his handsome soul...
His fame became through years bigger
But thirty two - and that is all.
on tour, gone to the mountain, raising the roof,
keeping time w/ the music of the spheres;
down that old, ecstatic, out-of-the Way-
honky tonk highway,
a star blazing brighter
in the mystery of the night
in the heart of the desert.
***
(Usury is dead, not God.
There're no bloodied, dancing bears
in the three-ring circus.
There're no circuses.
There's only bread.
There's no organ grinder's cowed monkey,
cap and beggar's cup in hand.
Sweeping, the river runs fuller.
Cacti grow taller, more thoroughgoing,
desert blooms burgeoning,
blooming richer in the moonlight.)
***
Real deal,
saint and sinner,
hunkered thundering over his drum kit,
and coolest in dark shades in the heat and
glare of the spotlight,
he beams, Buddha-like.
Living Legend
When I'm through with it all
And my slippers are cold.
When my pipe is extinguished
And my favourite chair sold.
I wonder if all
Of those moments of life..
Like the picnics and laughter
Or the heart-ache and strife
Will be etched on a wall
For the newbies to find..
Or be words on a page
Of inspirational kind?
Will a shadow be cast
Where I kept out the light?
Or a candle of hope
Lifting spirits at night?
When I'm absent
Unable to fix the worlds wrongs
Will my ears hear the crying
Or grateful heart songs?
It's a tough one to know
As I ponder my fate
But one thing's for sure,
While I'm still here..
It's never too late
Jinjagoliath
20th February 2021
Jeter Derek: the legendary champ
led the Yankees to a sensational victory,
defeating the Phillies
at City Field in the 2009 World Series!
And the crowds revelled
from their stands;
and he waved his hand,
and smiled proudly,
holding and cradling the championship trophy...
driving all the ladies wild!
Jeter Derek made history
by planning a clincing game,
over the opponents to break Lou Gehrig's record...
and all the thrill glowing on his face,
was also a thrill of mine!