Knight Poems

Knight in White

Watch the leaves swim in the wind
As Autumn’s corners unfurl
And as we sail on
On the face of reflective waters
In our relationship
Just you and I now empty nesters
No one to pester us
(but we miss drinking from the scuttlebutt) 
As we greet and kiss the morning 
(And each other)

Now I'm her knight in white
And she's my bride

The Solemn Knight's Sky

The spiritous sky rests in veils of light,
A mystery to show great courtesy.
In his heart, he's faithfully a Star's Knight,
Rooted in green, he lives life earnestly.

Behind the Elders, the moon casts backlight.
As rambunctious winds dance and go swirling,
This lone enchanter loves the fiery night,
Where ancient trees are eagerly curling.

He sees the Grove dressed in regality,
This

NOT SO SHINING KNIGHT

THE NOT SO SHINING KNIGHT THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FIDELITY AND INFIDELITY INTO THE MARRIAGE LOTS OF NEWNESS WE DID EVERY THING TOGETHER VOLUNTEERING LAUGHTER LOVE WHEN MY KNIGHT BEGAN SPENDING WAY TOO MUCH TIME WITH CERTAIN KNIGHTS INDULGING IN A CERTAIN PASTTIME WITH YOUNGER FEMALE VOLUNTEERING ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS AT THE CHURCH GIVING HIM THE BENEFITS

Not my Knight

I prayed for love.  I prayed blindly. I wished on every star that my perfect person would find me. I blew every dandelion reinforcing my prayers, that I will find someone one day,  who genuinely loves and cares. I never specified the appearance of the person of dreams. I never thought a shooting

Knight of Wands

By Michael Parker
October nineteenth. two-hundred-ninety-third day of the year. It’s Mercurii, and the waning Hunter moon sits by Orion’s stretched thigh. Hydra lifts her head out of its eastern hole (there, next to Orion’s foot), wanting to devour the cadmium-hued moon.


What explains our struggles’ centrality?

At night, we sit by the window waiting for our suffering

Good Knight, Lyrics

Guess who just had a baby
Then hearing about another death of a celebrity
Say hello to a group of friends 
But look down and see I’m mute again
So Put in my password and username
But everyone logs into a different game 
What? Am I the shadow?
Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand? 
Yes, please let

I Miss The Crab Apple Orchard, And Pretending To Be A Knight

Life has an odd habit 
of making you miss 
old street curbs and 
stop signs. 

The street I miss 
the most, though, 
has to be the cross 
street between the 
crab apple orchard 
and my friend 
Jacksons 
house. 

Something about that 
place felt infinite. And 
something about sometimes
friends feels greater than 
sometimes. 

Would I go

Latter-Day Don Quixote

When and how
did we see chivalry last
or is it now
a thing of the past
and honour among thieves
is no honour at all
while beating my brains
against the wall
besting the dragons
at City Hall
am I wrong in thinking
it's my fight
or am I errant
as a roving knight
exhibiting gallantry
within a crowd
of apathy
indifferent 
to the powers that be
outnumbered and outgunned
Sancho when needed

Lawn Care

The sun is high in the summer sky
And no clouds to be seen
The grass is high neath the summer sky
And growing tall and green
The mower starts with growling roar
And cuts through swaths of fescue
This mowing proves a sweaty chore
And soon I beg for rescue
My lawn’s expanse appears to grow
The longer that I labor
Seems to expand

When the last knight left

Now a knight without a horse, 
And his sword without a cause. 

With the falling of his kind, 
Shall there be truth, he can find?

With head slumped from all the pain, 
Memories lost, no picture frame. 

As he stood upon the mound, 
With no fragments to be found. 

Watching his world as it falls, 
He

date knight

.

   i love when you play
        dress-up eve

              but
       i can see your
           pantiez

   

Hear the Hiss as Knight Falls

The bluff, bump and bluster turn
to blunder asunder with hisses.
As ego deflates with a myriad of
mistakes and chaotic miss-hits,
it dismisses an over-inflated sense 
of power and influence
down the off-ramp.

My Eternal Knight

The sun rises on silky dunes that look like breasts. 
You are lost in the desert,
The air is dry and sandy residue explores your crevices.
Peripatetic genetrix,
Protector of sublime gifts passed on,
Heart of a warrior,
A duty of saudade errant.

You hold steadfast,
Dunes drift but you don’t amble.
Against looming giants,
Of a vast and treacherous land,
Outstretched hands hold tiny

An owl

Oh, my dear oval faced owl,                                                 Your

Nailed It

In a kingdom called Vividale, long ago, lived a loyal knight, Sir Andrew,
Famed for turning the tide in battles, and none of the tales were untrue!

Intelligent and a natural leader, Sir Andrew's fast horse was called Fury.
Together, they were an incredible duo, like whipped cream, with a cherry.

The king was very pleased, since the kingdom

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