Best Tristan Poems
Turquoise blue in child birth comes forth 'Tristan'
a treasured innocence baby boy by two parents and God has been formed
The creation of a new generation a dawning of a new life
making time so endless and an everlasting beautiful new light
Sired by a father who brings into being
the image of a prince as his tears show no yielding
Born to a mother of a rare and tender gentle soul
for her child she will ride the tides from young until old
The joy of a baby boy with wagons, hot cars and such
playing in the mud with a worm as a gift his small hands will clap with success
He will try so hard to follow in his fathers stand
but in his heart he will always have his mothers gentle hand
Take joy in this day and give thanks to God who has blessed you with a babe
delight in your new sons life as an angel in God's arms heavenly bathed
Taste and savor his love don't let a day pass without a hug
secure him and take his hand as he grows from a boy to a man
Capture all of his life's joy and embrace his spirit
for today you've been given the breath of life to a baby boy
now called Tristan who carries your lifeblood.
T Reams 9/17/15 copyright Dedicated to my sweet niece 'Ashlee and her husband 'Franz' on their first child 'Tristan' coming soon.
You'll smack your lips, at his silver side
Our beefy lad will cure your ham
His tender loins, are worth your coins
And if you ask, he'll stuff your lamb
I tell no fibs, you'll love his ribs
It ain't no joke, his crackly pork
Worth every pound, his piece of round
No crumbly biscuit, beats his brisket
Like chocolate drops, his porky chops
You cannot beat our Tristans meat
His chunky thighs, don't criticise
His seasoned beef, won't crack your teef (teeth)
I tell no fibs, you'll love his ribs
It ain't no joke, his crackly pork
Worth every pound, his piece of round
No crumbly biscuit, beats his brisket
A butcher always, in the making
But the creme de le creme, of his meaty treats
His able hands, will cure your bacon
He's the nicest guy, you could ever meet
Tristan
Oh, my fuTure grandson may your
days be filled with miRrth…may the creator
of the universe smile upon your bIrth…
I dream of Swaddling you and holding you tight…
safe and sound in mama’s belly, a couple more monThs,
You are blessed, alreAdy, surrounded by love…
May the sun always shiNe brightly on you from above
So many await to welcome you into the world!
BY soon to be,
Granma Jill
Sit down, Sit down, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen waits in secret for you in vain.
Make haste, Oh, Wandering Knight,
Your Queen sits lonely in the balcony again.
Break your Oath, Woe betide Knight,
The Queen wishes to heal you from all pain.
Oh, Loitering Knight! Oh, Loitering Knight!
Remember her pale beauty, forsaken by your honor,
Shred our love in pieces, this love is only anguish.
Even before meeting, ruin was spreading her tart ardor
Wooer of disaster, in this Realm, love is a way to punish,
For love is here the most clever and malicious traitor:
A doom to all land, in strife and blood will split and perish.
Tremble now, Tremble now, Forlorn Queen.
Cling to the memories, filling the trail you now follow.
Rush now, Rush now, Forlorn Queen.
Tremble with pain, blazing your face with sorrow.
Do not Despair, Do not despair, Forlorn Queen.
Your Knight rests in the ground struck by an arrow.
Ah, Doomed Queen! Ah, Doomed Queen!
Hurry in swift gallop to match the ill fortune’s march,
Bestow your final love, seeding the sourest tears.
Death looms willful, in her wake all living will perish.
In your arms life fades, facing you his spirit swears
Vowing for a love, that not even Death could finish
Scorching Love, marking your heart with many sears.
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
Even in your retire, you still not rest well...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
For the autumn is your only station to dwell...
Ah, abandoned Queen! Abandoned Queen!
But only in the winter’s mists you hear his yell...
Like Tristan's chord played
my tissue caught her last tear
left life unresolved
From two seperate worlds,
Seperated by war-
Unaware to the fact
They're both looking for more
She is bound to be wed
And they're doomed from the start.
But, ironically, they kiss-
It's easy to see they'll be torn apart.
Only he could deserve
Such unsurpassed beauty-
She only hopes for a land
Where there is no duty.
They will never be apart again.
Though his wound is not mending,
They finally got their freedom and
That's what I call a happy ending.