Jesters dance, yet this contest is serious
One maiden's favour flutters above the clamouring sound
Undertones of fear, but the crowd is delirious
Someone will thump and clatter towards a dusty ground
Today a new hero will be revered and crowned
Gently probing her vulnerabilities
seeking only the slightest advantage
He parries her feints most delicately
awaiting an opening to do some damage...
When she, shockingly, reveals a secret so deep
then casts aside his sword to weep
and declare: A man who jousts with a lady fair
is mete to unseat in her heart's affairs
Mountain jack rabbit, grown giant as a house
Came down from the hills, demanded we joust.
I honored his request, brought down the house.
We watched some TV, we caught a red mouse.
We read some books, he wanted to read Faust.
Gave him a copy, he was at home in my house.
Cheese soup sandwiches and wine, reward for our joust.
I made a new friend, who hopped home with a mouse.
Good humor invariably joust kneads...
snaking thru thicket of dense verbiage
lurks unsuspecting whopping belly laugh
unexpected tickling sensation smidge
suppressing guffaws verbose autograph
sneaky titters rustle pampas grass blades
contagious hilarity infectious
webbed woven linkedin hubbub buzzfeeds glades
innocent bystander adventitious
audiological accompaniment
extemporaneous choral delight
glorious fauna bursting bit torrent
blissful soundgarden electrifies night
encore performance generates applause
punctuating shrine till darkness withdraws.
Such a grand memory I set aside,
Passing time in the French bucolic countryside
Passing lazy days away
Sipping sweet, sweet wine.
Lifting spirits, jousting melancholic ways
Experience expunging naivete
The Louvre, or the opera
Blessing a bravura shrine
Seeking serenity, here and now,
I long to stay, this place mine
PLEASE DON'T SPEAK SO CLOUD
clouds converge overhead
but only over mine
everywhere else it's sunny instead
so i take the cloudiness as a sign
a cloud sighs up in the skies
as addiction, a hopeless affliction hampers me
and yes, this junkie hopelessly cries
while my tears compete with a cloud's humidity
i wonder about humidity's humility
for it's subservient to a cloud
as i am submissive to the rain's decree
for it declares me a failure right out loud
its voice is thunder, roaring with might
and i hear every god forsaken word
and although i put up quite a good fight
its message of disaster has been loudly heard
the clouds over my head are a sign
of the doom i'm certain is soon to arrive
sometimes i wish that i was born blind
or even that i was never alive
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Intricate are the patterns
that Dream weaves in the
darkest realm of my mind;
I once saw myself walking
along the seashore of
gleaming golden sands
strewn with sparkling gems.
There were women -
Fair, bald and beautiful -
sprawled naked on the beach
groveling at my feet
squirming and moaning
in the scorching heat
of the midday sun.
I saw myself standing amid them
dressed in a sheik's flowing robe
and wearing a bejeweled turban.
In my one hand I held
a glittering Excalibur
and an olive branch in the other.
At that moment I saw
someone riding upon
a giant bald eagle,
wearing a suit of armor,
swooping down on me
from the heavens;
In his left hand
He clutched a scroll,
In his right he held
a huge quill like a lance;
With the dexterity of a knight
He thrust the quill into my heart!
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With an erect stance
Her soft hues hang from his lance….
Cold air makes him dance
When Kelloggs' jousts
with Post,
It's easy to find the host,
Just look for that Ruby Red Smile,
From her lawnchair seat,
for quite a while,
Poppin' pocorn in,
With a fox's sly winning grin,
She dodges the poor fool's splash,
And is set to collect her winner's cash,
She'd bet on that poor fool,
Drowning in that puddle-pool....
One thing the fool noticed
with his last breath,
And his untimely death,
She'd pulled a clever one off,
To mislead others of his ilk,
She's now using GatorAid
instead of milk!!!!
For my Jewel of a friend, Ruby.
Context each a feature, joust by name-
Whose length of lance shall contact be made first
Both are measured equal, and held the same
But only one shall win, the other cursed.
And intricate does a magical reform
Both horse and armour contribute to show;
Some skills, that to entice shall new inform
Be something that the other didn't know.
Where this becomes as close to misdirect
It doesn't choose a whereabouts or plan
But instincts out to find it then connect;
To make the fall to ground, a weaker man.
When honour was presented to enthral
It chose the braver option over all.
Jousting is not done,
but he was adept at it,
I tried to learn,
but dropped most of it,
He showed me the sapphire,
and then a Zephyr,
and then his bag of tricks,
he told me if you see through the sapphire,
and catch the light through zephyr,
in a focus on jousting sticks,
a magic would happen,
and you would joust automatically,
without having to do so at all,
I kept on trying just that,
he made fool of me all the time,
one day he came and said,
if you can spare so much efforts,
on a tale to joust,
you probably would one day joust real well
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