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Sir Mick

Michael Phillip Jagger
learned to strut and sway with swagger
the queen thought him so chique
she knighted him and now he is known as Sir Mick

Categories: knighted, humorous,
Form: Clerihew

Excited When Invited and Knighted

would become excited
by queen he had been invited
when he was knighted

to win gave up soul
gain power was his goal
position he stole

seem so suspicious
found things to be fictitious
also felicitous

under dome my home
ran teeth through hair with come
in place where i roam

Categories: knighted, allegory, analogy,
Form: Haiku

Ringo Was Knighted Today

Ringo was knighted today
For music and his entertaining way
He was the last living Beatle
To have this honour for his musical mettle

For peace love and music he is well known
And for his sixties peace sign shown
So as the Beatles start to fade from memory
We will always remember their story.

Paul Warren Poetry

Categories: knighted, music,
Form: Ballad

Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry

Knighted Cards

Knighted Cards

Richard Boone
Presented Paladin cards under an ominous tune.
First gunslinger so erudite
In circumstances likely to explode like cordite.

Categories: knighted, america, celebrity, music,
Form: Clerihew

The Knighted Night

The Knighted Night

Too much sun can kill the skin,
The Benevolent whispered to me,
The daylight’s hard due diligence done,
Grants no shade from toil for free…

But yield instead to my calm implore,
Let loose the day’s long listed sins,
Walk into me to find the cure,
For all day’s debts I have forgiven.

So Benevolent marked in winter’s woods,
a place where

Categories: knighted, child, christian, forgiveness, freedom,
Form: Imagism

Knighted By the Queen (Call Me Sir Sidney)

I was knighted by the queen, I think
When I gate crashed the ball wearing pink
She said “goodnight I say”
“Guards take him away”
Due to the over indulgence of drink

Categories: knighted, funny
Form: Limerick

Knighted

I kneel on the dusty battlefield,
my eye catches a glint of the tarnished sword.
The glint blinds me, my mind 
fills itself with memories from long before.

I, a young boy, am riding on a youthful pony.
My body trembles with this new wonder,
as the pony’s smooth gait prompts me 
to kick its sides, increasing speed…

Next, I, the

Categories: knighted, death, history, on work
Form: Narrative