The child of
a desert wind
and a mystery …
he swept across the land
Knighting each moment
with martial intent …
death
at his command
All enemies chosen
with glorious care …
each battle
zero sum
His legend immortal
written in blood …
the future bespoken
—eternity's son
(The New Room: August, 2023)
Categories:
knighting, time, war,
Form: Rhyme
I am just a part of this earthly star
wandering beneath its mystic alchemy…
but there are billions, billions of twinklers
knighting cosmic galaxies aside from Milky Way:
And curiosity lingers within...are we human souls
the only residents in this multiverse?
Or do other astral beings criss-cross
amidst this vast territory gracing all worlds
then to dwell on our tiny sphere pulsing through air
and clay’s fire? How my naiveté will always
probe a mystery far beyond the grasp
of quantum theories where I have journeyed
into nights seeking unknown horizons
this mind cannot accurately fathom.
Every blazed nebula I outline seem to affirm
the presence of outer life-forms, guarding
maybe invading our pathways… still, my
essence belongs to earth- star, my folk-mother,
overseeing this finite voyage through
an appointed odyssey , not among space-like orders
like myself in a way...but with a king of all gods.
Contest of Anthony Slausen, Ancient Aliens
1/29/2018
Categories:
knighting, introspection, mystery, space,
Form: Lyric
Kneel, young man, before your
King. Sword blade on shoulder.
Know the oath: be truthful,
Keep your word, be humble,
Kill only to defend
Kingdom and the helpless.
Knight, rise. Live with honor.
March 9, 2016
For contest Pleiades K
Sponsored by Kim Merryman
Categories:
knighting, history,
Form: Verse
Almost Alice, lived in a grand palace,
with fine servants at beck and sway.
A kingdom at peace that knew no malice,
so throughout the kingdom she’d play.
She frolicked in soft hillsides green,
with streams blue under crystal sky.
A scepter of flowers, played Alice Queen,
commanding bunnies, birds, and butterfly.
Knighting squirrels of highest loyalty,
addressing the fish of the stream.
Head held high as the grandest royalty,
brightest sunlight made her crown gleam.
In her dreams Royal Court she’d convene,
Almost Alice, next in line to be Queen.
Robert Gene Stoner Jr
2/7/16
Categories:
knighting, fun, poetry,
Form: Sonnet
Have All Been in Heaven
While wondering where all the time went,
Asked God to graciously give me a hint;
Might be near well when I was wishing
Or times you found me to be fishing.
Throughout life poems have been writing;
Were great and by Queen she was knighting;
A Poet Laureate want to end up being
Title on me by President be decreeing.
Made deal with God after I did wrangle;
Make me become a bright, new angel;
Have everyone in heaven start to rejoice;
Vast improvements were applied to my voice.
My fingers, forever flew through the air,
Writing beautiful poems beyond compare;
God read them not finding anything wrong,
And each one became an unbelievable song.
There is Presley, Porter and Charlie Pride,
And Rich and Ritter romping right beside,
Wagging their tails and singing slick songs;
Now are all in heaven where each one belongs.
James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran
Categories:
knighting, life, peace, people,
Form: Couplet
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
No table round will ever square the thing.
All knights have equal access to the bread,
Even the stout are adequately fed;
Each squire gets equal pay for equal knighting.
Then Guinevere unsheathes the distaff lightning,
Uncoils her hair, so lustrous and inciting,
Plumps her lips with a berry crushed and red.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
Pendragon is ostensibly the.King.
And normally he doesn't miss a thing.
But Lancelot is naked in his bed
And Guinevere is humping him instead.
"No man above another" has a ring.
Whomever a woman chooses is the king.
Categories:
knighting, love, woman,
Form: Rondeau
The white horse has been put out to pasture
The shining armor rusts on the cellar floor
You take off your dress; say you’re a damsel in distress.
You’re a little late babe, I don’t slay dragons anymore.
Yeah I can still swing my sword as good as ever
But, the fighting and the knighting became such a bore
Every princess that I find keeps changing her fickle mind
So I quit the rescue business; slaying dragon's not my chore.
Many a young maiden I have saved in bygone days
Waged battles that left me bruised and battered and sore
To watch them slither like a lizard into the arms of another evil wizard
Seems the ogres, trolls and goblins won when I tallied the final score.
So save the pensive cries for help, they only fall upon deaf ears
The promises of rich and lush rewards, I don’t listen to like I did before
You may find this news alarming but, I ain’t no dang Prince Charming
Find some other sucker to save you ‘cause I don’t slay dragons anymore.
Categories:
knighting, funny
Form: Quatrain
shimmering orchid
waltzing under royal moon
knighting forest blooms
Categories:
knighting, nature
Form: Haiku
Behold, the almighty queen, ruler of these dying lands
The cause of dead life with acres of dry burning sands
With hands so cold and stained in a lovely blood lust
Careless eyes that sting like daggers in a passing gust
A kingdom stands tall with the tears you brought forth
Deceiving with a smile as bright as the star of the north
Luring poor peasants in as your slaves, loyal and blind
Deaf to your riddling words, devious to an ill-fated mind
Believe your view on us existing for your own exploit
Knighting those worthy, to fetch you more with adroit
Conquering the surrounding lands with a mighty sword
Enslaving more to serve you, who worship you as lord
A king you do not seek, there is no room on the throne
No one to limit your power, to realize your sins to atone
Unwilling a man to dim your shine upon the population
Knowing not that you darken the people with temptation
A perfect life it is, until your castle comes crashing down
The jewels lose their sparkle, cracking within your crown
Your loyal knights turn away, no more conquering ways
And down your wrongful path, it brings your end of days
Categories:
knighting, angst, lost love, love,
Form: I do not know?