Cranked up the victrola to max damage
Put on a little Zeppelin, so savage
When the neighbors got mad
I played Sir Galahad
Come play pickleball ~ first we’ll eat cabbage
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad.
From the beginning our shaky love was fated.
We had met and I fell, but patiently waited,
a fact for which both of our families were glad.
Even though we spoke with words insinuated,
I will always wonder what sort of love we had.
I wonder if we were a curious dyad.
Was this acerbic love become hate belated?
Only God will decide if this is good or bad.
I was naive and blindly infatuated.
Love faded rapidly after we had dated.
I wondered if I should remain calm or be mad,
I questioned guilty feelings that were created.
You were seventeen years older than I, and sad.
You were time-worn, emotionally armor-clad.
I understand now you would never be sated.
You bore the spirit of an unsettled nomad,
from the beginning our shaky love was fated.
Achingly romantic dreams I had created,
a basis for lifetime togetherness’ launchpad.
Alas, I have become confused and frustrated.
Tomorrow, in a renewed search for Galahad,
I will always wonder.
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 handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
We rode out of Camelot, sun arising,
five knights led by Galahad all bold and true,
on a quest to slay a marauding dragon,
at Arthur's request.
T'was noon when we discovered the dragons lair,
and kept a safe distance at the forests edge,
then crept forward surrounding the cave entrance
and hell was unleashed.
He snorted and spewed his lethal bursts of flame
and then flapped his enormous wings to escape,
we moved forward cautiously drawing our swords,
he died a quick death.
We then rode back galloping at breakneck speed
with good news of victory, King would be pleased,
I had in my possession proof of the kill,
a sharp dragons tooth.
Written on the 8th July 2020
For Pick A Title, Vol 19-4 Sapphic Stanzas- Poetry Contest
Theme Chosen, Number 1, Dragons Tooth.
Sponsored By Edward Ibeh.
~ SIR GALAHAD's RETURN ~
Sir Galahad's returned to life
Hurrah! Huzzah! and Yippee-Yay!
He's bought himself a hunting knife...
Strange appetites of steeds these days
Demanding noodles, but not hay
Announcing in the village square
"I've come to catch a yeti live
So pray for me a simple pray'r
That I, and not the yeti, thrive"
Sir Galahad, upon his steed
Doffed his visor, then off he rode
The village folk did pay him heed
They prayed a heartfelt plea and crowed:
"Please God, this knight not catch his yeti
~ We haven't any more spaghetti"
-- Iambic Tetrameter (Mostly) --
All across the continents I chased her
Following the rainbow to win her gold.
Hoping somehow, someday, I’d embrace her,
A treasure beyond price that I might hold.
Beyond the Seven Seas my ship has sailed.
Relentlessly, her smile I did pursue.
I am her Galahad, she is my Grail.
To win her heart there’s nothing I’d not do.
The boundaries of time cannot hinder
And distance cannot tear my dream apart.
Though it burn to nothing but a cinder,
The flame will smolder always in my heart.
So, raise the sails! The wind is on our side!
A pirate’s love will never be denied!
Why did this happen; how can I survive
A son should never die before his mum
One day so alive; next day you have died
Forty nine years young; life has gone my son
Your own son now a man of twenty one
his heart is crying out for you his dad
She yearns for cuddles she will never have
your sweetest girl; her heads in such a whirl
A wife sheds tears for her Sir Galahad
'Mum, you okay' ~ my mind starts to unfurl
Your feelings surface, and tears
spill from your eyes as you speak.
You say you've loved me for years,
wiping the drops from your cheek.
Your wrenching words sound so sad,
layered with emotion and hope.
My virtuous Galahad,
I sense you're struggling to cope.
Tears cannot quench desire's thirst
pooling in your tortured soul.
And you fear your heart may burst,
when silence levies its toll.
Though we're closely connected,
we are also worlds apart.
Your love went unsuspected,
for we were friends from the start.
I feel the tug of your hurt,
giving my heartstrings a pull.
But it's wrong of you to flirt,
for you know my heart is full.
I'm in love with your brother,
there's no question in my heart.
I love him like no other
and cannot call you sweetheart.
(Rhyme)
09,12,2019
The treasures in old books
Historic events,
The times that have been,
Adventures to live in,
Those wonderful dreams.
Thrillers and killers,
And spies by the score,
Dancing, romancing,
The heart can adore.
Warfare and combats,
The Maginot line,
Vampires and zombies,
To mess with the mind.
Magic and tragic,
So happy and sad,
Romans and Trojans,
The knight Galahad.
The past and tomorrow’s,
Fiction and fact,
Space and dimensions,
When aliens attack.
Visits from spirits,
The eerie old rook,
Pleasures and treasures,
When you open a book!
You are my Galahad, the purest and noblest of knights,
in your light, others are but shadows in the dark.
Valiant, stalwart, and compassionate,
you take my hand in yours, and I'm in heaven.
You are the rock that I cling to in dangerous waters
and the anchor that keeps my dreams from drifting away.
When I needed a hero to believe in, you were there,
you're all I've ever wanted, and all I'll ever want.
Oh, gentle heart, you are the sun and the stars,
and I bask in the light of your love.
Without you, the birds refuse to sing,
the sun suddenly sets, and darkness descends.
You are my love, my life, my everything.
Forged in the flames of passion
two hearts and two souls melded into one,
and they've become inseparable.
Come to me my liege, let us embrace
and cherish this time together;
sharing one heart, one soul, and one love.
(Free Verse)
9/20/2017
''V'' New or Old Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
"valiant "
My hero of late is my son, Lance.
He's nearly eight years old.
No one can tell him who he is.
My son, you see, already knows.
When others seek to change him,
He clings firmly to his way.
He's not afraid to be himself,
No matter what you'd say.
He's not bound by conformity
He's not hindered by your thought
He likes pink and he likes dresses
he plays with sisters toys a lot.
He wants to be a cop someday.
He wants to be a teacher, too.
To marry one of several girlfriends,
that he met at school.
He's sweet and he is sensitive
He's got a heart of gold.
He'd never leave a fellow friendless
or homeless in the cold.
I know these things with deep conviction.
His compassion is his guide.
He'll be the sort of loving man,
a wife needs by her side.
Of all the things my son may be,
and those that he may not.
I'm proud to call myself his father.
He is Arthur, he is Galahad, and Lancelot.
once a knight named galahad
prayed for an olympiad
walking into a church
the people besmirched
now he is a nom-y-ad.
Galactic marvel; Gallant Galahad to swimming gala.
Gallery of sirens lying galore; a sexy display.
On bed of Galax, a living Galatea, he sees Hallah.
A tactical Galago, he jumps wooing the gal to play.
In Galician, her Lactose voice: “Bring me Venus.”
Her wish send him in alacrity to the galaxy.
Over Milky Way and planets, he flies a genius,
Defying Big Bear and the Pleiades in vanity.
His tic, he mocks Galileo he meets high above.
He dances proudly around the galactic plane.
Gall he shows to grab the great Goddess of love,
none but Hallah;“Galah!”from her throne she mocks in disdain!
My first time at the movies
I was young at 13 years old
really excited I was that day
watching the big screen was true gold
The big feature was ' Kid Galahad'
starring Elvis the rock 'n' roll king
in the boxing ring hitting real melody
making music to soar on a wing
But the real reason for going
was to see 'The Lone Ranger'
the support movie on this bill
defeating outlaws despite danger
The Lone Ranger and Tonto were fab
my favourite cowboy duo by far
Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels
but hi yo Silver the real star!
These are real memories never to forget
always bring to mind what it meant back then
for that first time was indeed special
hi you Silver away, let's live it again
Brad is admin of the Writers' Group on Facebook...
A kindly sword and savage pen
Are the marks of a writer and leader of men
Blessed be he who came to teach
The wildness of wisdom and freedom of speech
Where fainter hearts might fall and fail
He stands to serve the Writer’s Grail
This ancient sage; this humble youth
This herder of cats; this teller of truth
Is he we know and love as Brad
Our literary Galahad
by Gail
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