Camelot Poems

I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott

I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott,
"Be content! Don’t be so distraught!
You may long for the world of Lancelot and Guinevere ~
but let me tell you what’s about to happen there ~
they're about to lose everything they've got."

TRUMP'S GOLDEN AGE

The Golden Age always begins with chaos,
With screaming, fallen icons and bloody fields,
With fiercely fought heart-wrenching battles
With the conquered foes who refused to yield.

The old regime must fall to progress.
Outdated ideologies must be rebuked.
That which no longer serves the people
Now lay in tatters where they’ve been nuked.

Embedded enemies vow to dig in deeper,
And many hide

Camelot Deja Vu

   In the name of a certain Kennedy
     I hope you'll take me seriously

   Ask not what 2024 can do for you
     Ask what you can add
                

Camelot

Some claimed that Camelot was noble,
a place built upon the stony ground
of good-intentions,
it was new and fangled,
it was progressive
in a time of little progress.

I have seen it, I was there,
always there was the choking fog
of intrigue,
even the unintrigued grabbed their throats
least subversive thoughts escaped them.

Old King Arthur was deliriously inane,
the people pitied him and did

One Sunny Afternoon In Camelot

Mad, they agreed
    out of his mind
      off of his rocker
        flipped his wig
          lost all his marbles ... 

  There was the governor
    posing in the

Camelot

1/28/23

It's fact or not
From here to way beyond Camelot
I live it up and laugh a lot
Take off like an astronaut

Took one too many dabs and shots
Moving at the speed of a half knot
I started seeing black dots
Ending up in a bad spot

I can't rely on hitting the jackpot
At one point I had stopped
I get carried

The Cries of Camelot

Kneeling with sword raised to the sky,
As the blade glistens from,
The shadow of the moon with desire,
In respect of the god's above.
Only a spoken language,
All do understand. 
Pleading, asking, begging,
To help rescue his kingdom.
The cries to Zeus with fire raging,
From the blade of Excalibur.
The prophesy is coming to light,
Camelot is falling.
Yet, the holy sword, Excalibur

Humping It Out of Camelot

Somewhere in the Andes,
llama mama drama
plays out when he discovers
he’s not the baby daddy,
“I guess alpaca now!”

Camelot

O Bactrian, my champion,
the burdens you must bear.
Unwanted eyes and forceful tries,
to scale the heights up there.
No dromedary would you be,
were I to cut a lump from thee.
Since forming in the amnion,
your inner parts and ways,
you’ll always be a Bactrian,
beneath thy visage gazed.
A camel formed from the divine,
who also bears a sorrowed line,
the image, marvelous,

Camelot

O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.

At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?

Sir Galahad, a

Camelot Bride

Camelot Bride had always been bird -friendly, and she loved elves.
When they discovered she was marrying in the woods, they celebrated.
There was a huge argument about who should help with her veil.
The cardinals and chickadees wanted the responsibility, but the elves insisted.

Camelot Bride suggested they take turns, and so they did.
Flitting in and out, dancing

Visions of Camelot

The moon calls to me,
In visions I see of a woman,
Who whispers and waits for an answer. 
A beautiful woman in a white dress,
I hear her voice in my head,
Urging me to come back.
I see her in my dreams my heart breaks,
As I can never find her.
I'm jolted right out of my sleep,
As I finally

The Darker Side of Camelot

Reigning in his own demise,
the alcoholic stumbles

Falling from the ramparts high,
hard upon the ground

A monarchy of lost regret,
in anger’s shame he crumbles

Trapped inside a broken dream
—heartache’s thorny crown

(Rosemont College: July, 2021)

Camelot Came Crashing Down

November 22, 1963
  Camelot came crashing down
From a sniper's single bullet
  aimed all too perfectly

A lone gunman took the life
  of John F. Kennedy
And stole the heart of America
  innocent nevermore to be

The Pictish Faeries

The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch

Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men. 

Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men were afraid.
Only to worship in the farthest glade,
ever heeding the raven and the gull.

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