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Jousting

Medieval times
A time of splendour
With gallant Knights
Ladies so slender

Jousting tournaments
The ladies all squeal
Exploding of hoofs
The clash of steel

Enter the Black Knight
To a round of jeers
The White Knight enters
To resounding cheers

First pass no foul
They try it once more
The Knight in White
Slumps to the floor

They carry him off
And tend to his wounds
A Blue Knight appears
The ladies all swoon

The maidens favourite
Known far and wide
Lord Richard of Leeds
His lance by his side

They ready for battle
Shields are in place
Masks of armour
Covering their face

Towards each other
They gallop full speed
Lances held high
The snorting of steeds

The Black Knight falls
The hero wins out
Blue Knight celebrates
Victory in the joust

Approaching the King
Horse and rider bow
The people go wild
Allegiance they vow

Medieval times
Hail to the King
Jousting tournaments
What glory they bring

Jousting

Medieval times
A time of splendour
With gallant Knights
Ladies so slender

Jousting tournaments
The ladies all squeal
Exploding of hoofs
The clash of steel

Enter the Black Knight
To a round of jeers
The White Knight enters
To resounding cheers

First pass no foul
They try it once more
The Knight in White
Slumps to the floor

They carry him off
And tend to his wounds
A Blue Knight appears
The ladies all swoon

The maidens favourite
Known far and wide
Lord Richard of Leeds
His lance by his side

They ready for battle
Shields are in place
Masks of armour
Covering their face

Towards each other
They gallop full speed
Lances held high
The snorting of steeds

The Black Knight falls
The hero wins out
Blue Knight celebrates
Victory in the joust

Approaching the King
Horse and rider bow
The people go wild
Allegiance they vow

Medieval times
Hail to the King
Jousting tournaments
What glory they bring

Lights on the river

Icicle candles
sinuous laser lances
chromatic gouges

Dancing Mad

I
Standing in a glass cube
As rain falls all around 
The fate of the world
Is up for sale

Valkyries burst like bombs
As the forces of evil push us down
Lightning lances across the sky
And we're begging for a miracle

The great Arc sails the skies
A triumph to watch sails unfurl
Serenaded by the pegasus
Are we finally saved

As volcanoes erupt and gods awake
The glass cube begins to shatter
Wherein stands the Proprietor of Evil
For it is Hades Himself

II
Clouds part like curtain call
Fire shoots across the heavens
We're just witnesses to Armageddon
As civilization falls apart

As helpless as cockroaches
Cowering in the shadow of a shoe
Were the old feuds really worth it
As gods render earth a battleground

Sails ripped and on fire
The arc is sinking in a blaze of glory
But victory is surely at hand
As Alexander holds blade up high

Once again ensnared in a glass cube
As tears rain from the skies
Comes the death of the empire of Hades
And his fate is up for sale

I See None of Them

The ship in the bottle grew pirates and more.
I noticed it one day on my way home from the store.
With pointed lances, they made each other walk the plank.
I could barely wait to tell my best friend name of Hank.

He ran right over to see what I saw on a daily basis now.
I see none of them, he stated, watching the brow.
Are you serious? I yelped as one stuck me in the eye.
With a lance that he had hand carved. What a mean guy!

Paris Burlesque

Glitzy, Vegas-style seductive dancers
Lascivious lancers' lances
Glam and rock in hilarious fashion.
Quintessentially Parisian
Paris Crazy Horse, the most avant-garde
Enticing and sensuous dance and song concord
A fantastic cardio exercise that makes you sweat
Each wagers to sweat out the greatest
Well-crafted jokes, mockeries, and ridicules
There are arrayed dance arcades with rules.
Fall in love with this incredibly lovely present.
To the fullest extent possible, you will live in the moment.

make Pancakes with molasses Horn Haiku

after taking classes
to make pancakes with molasses
we must move our asses

(while making advances)
(we were all aghast)
(were burned to ashes)
(against head bashes)
(have been on branches)
(cooked in clay by Cassius)
(we made mad dashes)
(elegant and enhances)
(eaten by Erasmus)
(received from a Fascist)
(found by Pope Francis)
(get to see the gashes)
(stuck with long lances)
(on them all passes)
(head against smashes)
(seen flying through sashes)
(they left you in long trances)
(found in famous people's trashes)
(when talking trashes)
(terrible thrown in trashes)

Cosmic Wings

Susurrus songs of delightful dragonflies with flash dances
through flowering fields with passionate prances
Glowing with sanguine opulence, we glimpse gallant glances
We capture them in conversation in composing literary lace lances 
Mother nature bestows to them picturesque chalices overflowing
they swing and sway as butterfly hearts with sulfurous stances
Arching with agility, they promulgate artistic alchemy advances
where dragonflies upsurge as universal rainbows that enhances
Their harvesting hands sweeping through circus circumstances
unmasking their magnificence as prism pendants in sun dances
while regal cosmic wings ring with angellike amorousness romances

December 15th 2018

I'm Watching the Jousting at Warwick Castle with a Costa Cappuccino

horses, lances, arrows, fire
they reenact the war of the roses

the outdoor setting
has been erected next to Costa

outside on the ground
napkins, zarfs and stirrers 

and half the audience gets their
medieval caffeine hit 

that encourages us to yell and whoo-hoo
and pay attention to history

they encourage us to cheer and boo
and after all these years

with a cappuccino in my hand
i bellow 'long live the king' 

and it's socially okay

Infernal Prison

We dance beneath a carousel of blood
Tears flowing from the eyes causing a flood
We're just damned by our own intentions
Brewed by our interpersonal tensions
Lightning lances lively, and we're losing
Because reality is what we keep refusing
When there is no defusing mistakes we're choosing
It's bruising and abusing but we keep accusing
Each other of this nightmare we're dealt
When it's hard to have talked about how we felt
What does it mean to see an infernal prison to one born free
This ship we ride is brittle battling a bristling sea
But the fact is eventually the carousel stops spinning
And even the devil can't stop from grinning
For we have awoken the harbinger of end times
And we all must atone for our sins and crimes
So when you gaze into the unfathomable eyes of the abyss
Know that death awaits with a little kiss
And maybe then you will know it when you see
What an infernal prison means to one born free

Our Nations Pride

The Musical Ride by the RCMP
is a Canadian tradition for all to see.
Thirty-two horses of black on parade,
riders in red with lances portrayed.
To see this troop perform their drill
gives all that watch a sudden chill,
Here you see our nation's pride,
ambassadors to Canada with their musical ride.
The RCMP presented the late Queen Elizabeth with a horse named Burmese, 
The Queen rode this mare on eighteen occasions in Trooping the Color.
Burmese was a special horse and one like no other.

Panagiota

Panagiota is a whirling Galaxie
with her blue thunder words
a spirit like black diamond lightning..
She bruises the clueless and ignorant
not out of hate but of love
not with a brass knuckled fist
but with pearled wisdom
layered around grains of 
life's relentless grit.

Her words are not fanciful or minty...
their always stained with the talon of truth,
She crushes the weak-minded and the oblivious
with her Olympian soul and rose scented boots -
She fears nothing and never spares the rod
while weaving a spirited ink to her parchment heart.
Atop enchanted moonbeams
she lances pit vipers and tangos with God.

Industrial

Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls at midnight hearts
rising to a dirty sky a tower of Crimson, high...

With dark and narrow windows, fly!
Built to last on desires of a Beauty
build to last, shadowing.

Divinity is a place serene in my dreams 
an alternate realities
the place I find deep in twilight 
a place far, far from the Hidden White 

in the secret, scared hours
as industrial smoke climbs high 
into a bruised broken sky

thick, graying to black rising 
into a storm ominous sky...

a cruel
   industry,
      something promising...

Our Life In the Concrete

They lied when they said
that in the apartments it would be different,
we would live well with sandwiches and cell phones.
All TVs vomiting colours
and the problems the manager would solve.
When that guy killed himself in the H tower
there was silence for two days.
But soon the children made noise,
the blenders went crazy and the sirens screamed
showed new signs of our life in the concrete.
Here in the apartments we are dying by the dozen,
we die by the hundreds, we kill each other
sometimes with lances, sometimes with glances.

We wait for fridays.
We want to put our toy cars
on their roads.
We want to see the cows and the sun before we go back.
But we have no hate.
In fact, we can't even hate anymore,
Cause the televisions elect a new enemy every day.

Suburban Wastes Ii

Suburban waste stretches beyond and far away
Languishes under the hot hazy sun
Seasons reap
Memories run
Remembering things better left unseen
Memories reel in the theater on the mind
Things fragmented in frame
Of mental photographs 
Faded edges frail 
brittle fluttering 
Summer rainstorm run the horizons
Lightning lances the rain
Fall is coming, frost is in the eves
Pumpkins gleaming a thrilling sight
Images crystalize by chilly winter nights
Summer comes to burn away the sight
Spring color runs, fades 
Autumn rights delays dies 
in the passing taillights
Suburban boulevard’s lost 
in fog shrouded waste…

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