Camelot Poems - Poems about Camelot

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." ...

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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 Outdated ideologies must be rebuked.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...

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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 ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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

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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,...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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)...

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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...

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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. These are Arthurian poems I have written...

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