Best Sir Lancelot Poems
In days of old,
ye knights were bold
And Dragons roamed the land
Sir Lancelot, he was a knight
And Fought with Sword in hand
White horse he rode
With his lance
A shiny suit of armour
Beware this knight, the story goes
He really is a charmer!
Now one fine day, he saw a lass
And whispered in her ear
A shock he got, when she revealed
I’m lady Guinevere
In love they fell
Before too long
Merlin cast a spell
While hunting out one afternoon
The king, black knight would tell
Black knight ‘s plan
Came alight
When Lancelot was banished
Shed a tear, did Guinevere
When she learned he’d vanished.
Now this legend
Hath been told
A morale doth contain
Keep your lance, tucked in your pants
And save yourself the pain!
- “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
I look towards the foaming sea
The clouds go by, the wind runs free
I stand upon the tremblin’ quay
And wonder now where you could be
I call your name but all in vain.
The crashing waves encroach the land
Never will I hold your hand
It is hard to understand
I am in tears and pain.
Hark, he cometh on sturdy steed
Sir Lancelot, I must concede
Would surely fill this empty need
His gentleness, of tender breed
Perhaps he'll cast his eyes on me.
Fair Guinevere had caught his eye
Though he left her with a sigh
As the king was standing nigh
Behold me; I am free.
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22nd August 2014
A Collaboration ~ Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
Contest: The Lady of Shalott
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placing: 1st
If I could travel back in time I would
Return to the great age of chivalry
To meet Sir Lancelot and Robin Hood
In Merry Old England is where I'd be
I would raise my sword for all that is good
And kiss the hand of my fair lady
To scale the castle wall with the moon above
Just to spend a night in the arms of my love
To all of you who read the first song, I thank you-and to those of you who went to CJBELL.NET I thank you exponentially
TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot
Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?
Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?
This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway
Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?
So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk and crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, I’m ready to dance with you
You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
Like to the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor
Do you tango with your cheek near mine
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste
So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
alas honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault
No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister,
that just ain’t,
that just ain’t this hot chick's faultttttttttttt!
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'Sir Lancelot/To Guenevere ( My Lady of the lake)........
........Your scent took tiny step's into the room.
I stopped dead at what I was doing.
I paused a second before lifting thyn head,
so that timing would be perfect whence you walked in.
And suddenly, so stunningly, that a glance could never catch you.
You looked into thyn eye's, though gazing, my stare could not help,
but envelope the whole of the beauty that you've alway's been.
'Of my Dreams' (to Auther)................................
............If I were a King, Oh' what joy's would we sing.
And upon such 'Galant night's,with share of bread's and wine's.
I would crown you my Queen, lest it has alway's been.
By order of 'Shire, that I will kiss your sweet lip's forever.
Oh' what would thee owe to thy 'Kingdom, that I could only hold
you in myn arm's, till thy 'Beauty from the 'Star's hast fallen.
:Epoloque:::( into the Lake)..................................
.............In the very moment that you left....with that sweet breath my love....breath
in,...breath out,....breath in,.........Oh' what fate, that could not hold myn own as long,
and you were gone,_______ waiting to exhale.
In the heart of Wales beneath shade of trees
In world's stillness relieving in pages
Of bloom gardens as playful fairies tease
Shape-shifting wizards man of the ages
Caught a top of a fire breathing dragon
Charm the beast my passion, have it happen
Eye people pulling their wears in wagons
Close my eyes and let my senses deepen
Wales inspires quills to write Myths and legends
Of British, King Arthur of Camelot
Swordsmanship of Sir Lancelot commends
Behold enchantment of a castle lot
Wales, mysterious and romantic past
Bewitching spells cast and memories last
3/10/2017
There was a camel that trots a lot,
He trotted his way from Camelot;
With tasseled fringe and jeweled saddle,
He fiorded rivers with a golden paddle.
Up the dunes and across the sands,
He traversed all the way to Arab lands;
Where there is no water to pump,
So he carries it in his camel’s hump.
On the way from Camelot,
The rider found that he forgot
All the jewels and precious things,
Borrowed with haste from Hottentot kings;
So he turned his camel around,
For what was lost had not been found;
Then he steered his beast toward the east,
Where men of China drink and feast.
The man who came from Camelot,
Sat on his camel and smoked some pot;
He puffed with need on the evil weed,
Till his lungs were filled with empty greed.
He spent his days looking glazed,
And what he smoked caused some delays.
But the man on the camel that liked to trot,
His name of fame was Sir Lancelot.
Now Sir Lancelot was very hot,
And he never found a shady spot;
But he had a drink from the camel’s hump,
By using his hand to pump the lump;
And all the while the camel was panting,
While Sir Lancelot was loudly ranting;
And the words he spoke were poppycock,
All the way back to Camelot.
TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\
Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne pop?
Do you rumba?
Do you shake your butt about?
Do you do the twist?
Now does it make you scream and shout?
This girl must dance as she must breathe
A two step done from two steps away
A breath apart and ready to dance
Wanting to wiggle and set to sway
Does the band believe in you,
The way that it does me?
Is the music your only muse,
And does the music make you free?
So again I ask you……
Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot,
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me are you hot?
And just like me, baby, are you hot?
CHANGE MELODY
So do you want to quick step, Mister?
With me in silk crinoline
Don’t peek under my dress demure
As you watch me begin to spin around the floor
We can rumba and drink some rum
We can ch-ch-chance a cha-cha or two
Put your hands forcefully around my waist
Because Mister, it's a moral imperative I dance with you
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You can lead and lead me anywhere
Places you may have seen before
Like to the bar and back again
But I won’t leave this here dance floor
No I won’t leave this here dance floor
Do you tango with your cheek near mine
And lips so close we share one taste
What is that Mister dancing man,
you don’t dance, oh what a woeful waste?
Yes what a woeful waste
So you don’t tango the way that I do
And your slow dance has slowed to a halt
Well Mister, the fact that you can’t dance
Hell, honey, that ain’t this young chick’s fault
No baby, that ain’t none of this young girl’s fault
No, that ain’t no fault of mine
But let’s not call this love to a halt
Because I said, Mister Mister,
that just ain’t, that just ain’t my faultttttttttttt!
© 2012 (c) copyright PHREEPOETREE….~free cee!~
The art gallery,
Was inspiring and exciting,
A portrait consuming,
Sir Lancelot,
King Arthur’s closest companion,
The greatest swordsman of his time,
A knight of the round table,
Her eyes were drawn to him,
Staring at his picture,
He seemingly stared back,
Handsome were her thoughts,
If only!
Step back for just one hour,
Time seemed to stand still,
She imagined holding hands,
Her heart melted,
The world stopped,
He swooped her off her feet,
Gliding around the hall,
His strong arms
Holding her tight,
Romance and imagination
Spoke every word,
She looked,
Dimly lit candles flickered,
Open fire with huge burning logs,
The structure of thick stone,
The battlement tower,
A fortress fortified against attacks,
She had been transported,
The wish had come true,
One hour they danced,
Or forever in his arms,
She closed her eyes,
He kissed her lips,
The candles blew out,
Into darkness,
She was back in the gallery,
Staring into his dark eyes,
Reached out to his picture,
The aroma of love,
Touching through eternities door.
25/01/2017
Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own
He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray
There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away
They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two
Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait
He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay
Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle
But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save
At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay
© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake
In the land of Camelot
Some did see and some did not
Dragons Demons and a Witches’ brew
This is a tale of a Love I once knew
The Warlocks portal did resonate
As the creatures passed through their hellish gate
The Wizard Merlin did magically appear
Warning all that the deception was near
Holographic Love had never been so strong
Lures you and allures you with merriment and song
A damsel in distress I took the call
The illusion began as I climbed it's wall
Now within the Grand Delusion
Love’s thorns put me in seclusion
Was this Love real or was it not?
And yet I thought of myself as Sir Lancelot.
Jan.28.2016
When you are a politician, they all want you with fruition
if you were a great magician you would wave a magic wand
When you are a politician you have to watch your diction
if you want to achieve world peace you got to shake their hand
When you are a politician you are oil in a Governed wheel
if you are honest, you won't beg, borrow, nor steal
When you are a politician you honor promises, commitments
if you are successful then everyone wins in dividends
When you are a politician some do love you some do not
keep on doing what your doing, you are not Sir Lancelot
When you are a politician, work with diligence and flair
if you want a better Country then you really have to care.
Written by: Mystic Rose
for all those out there working hard to make
our Country, a better place...
Jousting only because of the kings pleas,
lanced once too often feeling apathy,
drinking from cup,
holes sprung much,
feeling like a piece of holey swiss cheese.
11-14-16
Lancelot left his friend sir kay snoring
Took his garment and he wore
He rode into the woods singing
He saw a glade and the quartet as they swore
The quartet,loitering in power thought it was sir kay
Sir Sagramour charged at lancelot, they clashed
Lancelot stood and was down in disgust
Ector carelessly proceeded to him, but was slashed
The third,Sir Uwaine panicked, he looked in distrust
with the failure of othershe was encourage to play
He moved, lancelot knew him well he fell like an eagle
Finally Sir Gawaine clashed with lancelot Gawaine's spear melted
His horse reversed upside down and he fell into the jungle
The four Sirs condoled them selves until they discovered.
It was lancelot not Sir Kay, the knight full of sorrow couldn't rise up from the clay