Long Chivalry Poems
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lovers Concerns
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Idealism tripped over it's shoe laces
chivalry sat on the floor
expectations of a lover
crumbled a mountain
her Glamware was to hard to ignore
unrealistic romantic standards
guide foolish people
seems they alway missing out
treats still bring laughter
tricks still kind people in doubt
from my understanding of love
it's a two way thing
simple expectations
still make hardworking people dream
Love in it's worthiness
is worth more than gold
prosects of finding love
is a mystery often untold
You gotta be truest to me in our doings
keeping our lovers respect
faithful to one another and everything
even when we reject
we aint jiving and we
need to figure it out
that what love really is
that's what love is all about
Citing religous hindering
often comes from those someone else
putting us gainst one another
tryna keep us in conflict
there non traditional ways
cause us to devalue our own
let stay together my lady
keep our voices in our lovers tone
I am love’s kiss eternal
leaning upon
the lips of loyalty
O artisan of relentless flare
I validate every verse you vent
vehemently breathing
through the sighing silence ~
venerating this sculpted ivory skin
stirred and awakened
by your inherent intuition
charmingly echoing
amidst the faithful fingers
of your passionate soul;
a carved creation
chiseled in chivalry
draped in the desire
of a destiny designed
engraved away
from the ruthless rays
of the sinister sun…
I am awake…
no longer a marble metaphor
but alive and entranced
within the shadow
of your affectionate allegiance
listening to the
aroma of this ache
tracing this toned silhouette
resembling the translucent
textures of the moon ~
deaf to the twilight
chimes of the sky,
as the clay of life
nevermore comprehends
this ethereal vow,
this undeniable flame
softened through
the stone-warm touch of truth ~
as your creative choreography
of calligraphy
caresses every curve
embracing imperfect perfection
like I am
the undressed dream
you have forever wrapped
in porcelain patience
like angel-feathered Venus
with blushing wings
of gothic grace ~
scattered seashells
adorned where
thoughts of infinity tiptoe
through Aphrodite’s galaxies
beneath flickers of reveries…
and I belong to no other
but the paradise
within your familiar hands
holding the hope
that dwells within
the heavens of my heart’s pulse
like a forsaken talisman ~
the kismet rose...thornless,
only you were
fated to keep ~
the embossed emblem
of love
even time itself
cannot defy
*Inspired by the artwork "
Pygmalion and Galatea by Jean-Léon Gérôme"
'Tis a ¦¦¦¦ sight
To see the year dying,
When winter winds
Set the ¦¦¦¦¦¦ wood sighing:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
When such a time ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
I ¦¦¦ retire
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Beside a bright fire:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ there I sit
Reading ¦¦¦ things,
Of knights and ¦¦¦¦ damsels,
While the wind sings—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
I never ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ attend ¦¦¦ the blast;
For ¦¦¦ to be seen
¦¦¦ the leaves falling fast:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
But ¦¦¦¦¦ at the hearth,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ sit I,
Reading of summer
And chivalry—
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ with an old friend
I talk of youth!
How 'twas gladsome, but ¦¦¦¦¦
Foolish, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ to get merry
We sing ¦¦¦¦ old rhyme,
That made the wood ring again
In summertime—
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then go we ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Silent and snug:
Nought passes between us,
Save a brown jug—
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ sometimes a tear
Will rise in each eye,
Seeing ¦¦¦ two old friends
So merrily—
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
And ere to bed
¦¦¦ we, go ¦¦¦
Down ¦¦¦
We kneel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Praying together!
Thus, ¦¦¦¦¦ live I,
Till, 'mid all the gloom,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦ sun
Is with me in the room
Shining, ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Then ¦¦¦ clouds part,
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ spring is alive,
And the meadows are green!
I jump up, ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Break the old pipe in ¦¦¦¦¦¦
And away to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ meadows again!
(Blackout of The Meadows In Spring by Edward Fitzgerald)
Man is Fearful and unapologetic
Oh yes chivalry is dead
Fair ladies and noble chivalry
Is a thing of the past?
As men board buses and trains
And small passageway
they boorishly, yelled to the ladies
Even on the freeway
To move out of the way
They had a long hard day.
the fair ladies are not timid
Or Wall flowers anymore,
They retaliate and never exhibit ladylike qualities
Therefore, men referred to them as bores , whores.
es and witches
Women!
Let us never bow and apologize
To please the non-gentlemen let them please us.
Chivalry is dead,
Let them stand on the tiptoes to foresee their future
Knowingly, it’s all there in front of them
Because most men are broken giant in all they mishaps:
Weakness by nature in all they arrogates ways.
Whom Do They Think They Are ?
My symbol of a feral love you are
A molten searing flame that burns from far
The emblem of the best of bravery
A sign of strength and honored chivalry
You are the turbulence of passion's wave
The gallant knight on steed who’s come to save
You are the strength in love’s mad hurricane
The tumult of obsession gone insane
You are the conqueror; you are the king
Ferocious love embodied, you’re the dream
You are the pounding might of pouring rain
The joy that comes with dawn of midnight pain
You are the flaring sun that rules the sky
The heat that flames the heart and sears the thigh
You are the brightest star in midnight ink
The tantalizing taste of tempter’s drink
You are Enchantress' Son, come out to play
Caressing every curve, you have your way
You are the morning dew on thirsty lips
The silk of scented oil that clings to hips
You are the fantasy of every dream
The current running deep in flowing stream
You are desire's form on whom to cleave
The intercourse of real and make believe
You are the heat of love, personified
The lustful needs of passion, gratified
You are a wish, a hope for better things
The joy of life and love, its angel wings
Eileen Manassian
In my own quiet bedroom,
In my own comfy bed,
Every night I escape from reality.
I give wings to my fancy
When the pillow hits my head,
And my dreams are like a movie that's starring me.
I'm Aladdin glidin' on a magic carpet,
And the djinn has ditched his lamp and hitched a ride.
The flying's great to get my kicks with,
But no good to pick up chicks with,
With a big blue bilious genie at my side.
I'm a knight from Camelot in shining armor,
Dueling dragons, saving princesses from doom.
What should be mine as recompense
I must decline and hie me hence,
The rules of chivalry are strict, no wiggle room.
I'm Columbus on that fateful expedition,
By sailing west we'll reach the East, least that's the plan.
While cruising 'round the Caribbean
Searching for a port to pee in,
We find, not India, but a new uncharted land.
I'm big brave bwana on an African safari,
Trapping savage cats because that's what I know.
As soon as we have made eye contact,
They're signed up and under contract
Then off to Vegas for my Circus Circus show.
I never know what's going to happen
When I lay me down to sleep,
It might give a less intrepid person hives.
I'm sure it's pure imagination,
Or maybe it's reincarnation,
And I've done those things before in former lives.
But whether Charlemagne or Sinbad,
Peter, Robin, Roy, or Fred*,
Or somebody else from myth or history,
In my dreams when I slumber
In my own Sleep Number bed,
I can be what, where, whomever I want to be.
But in the morning when I wake up
I'm so glad to be back home
Because it's really not so bad just being me.
*Peter (Pan); Robin (Hood); Roy (Rogers); Fred (Astaire)
I dream of a world
A world where peace
And peace alone reigns;
And where violence is unheard;
Where people live without fear
With heads held high and in esteem,
And where sustenance of life
Is ruled by mutual trust,love and respect;
And in my Dreamland
Jealousy,hatred and treachery,
The three most vicious agents of Evil
Have not found space to enter
And therefore the land is
In a state of perpetual tranquillity;
In my Dreamland there is no corruption
And is a place of Angel's envy;
As here women and children are safe
And held in high esteem;
Where men see traits of women within them,
By way of Love and compassion shown to
Fellow human beings and likewise,
Women see traits of men within them,
By way of rising up to face
Any untoward happenings when men are away,
With tact and chivalry and showing
No signs of panic whatsoever;
I ask, can this world of ours
Ever change into my land of Dream?
Or Am I to go in search of this Land
Through the astronomer's telescope
In a planet for and away,
An alien Land of envy.
Riding Wild Unto The Sun like a Night Light
with the Sword of Swords for the Last Knight,
Full Speed Into Valleys of Chivalry
Golden Helmet and Shield, here comes the Holy Cavalier
Trodding on Lucid Cavalry
Archetype Vangelis Defying Gravity,
Ascending Ethers from the Wild West, Northbound
Fire Wielding, Shaffron, Crinnets and Crown
Gallant and Free, moving Swiftly in Nobility
Into Halls Of Legendry and Infinity,
Cloudbound to breach Summits and Ranks
Armored with Ankhs and Sage,
Gryphon Crest on the Chest, Chanting Psalms Of Eternity
Mentally, Physically, Spiritually in Full Rigidity,
Blazing Untamed in Astro Luminosity
Crossing Thresholds of Astral Plains, to bring Cosmic Rain, in Cosmic Ferocity
Solar Glowing like Opal Stones
Blitzing like Drumfire, like Wild Stallions Of Old
Headstrong, Into the Heart to Reach for Stars
and Ignite the Sacred Flame into Bonfires,
Ever-Valiant, Ever-Forth in Heroic Strides
The Mantra, for The Bastions Enterprise
Into the Realms of the Soul for the Illusive Grail and Stone
and claim the Victory over Misery and Flesh and Bone,
where Legends are Born and Phoenix Fly
there Tales Echo of Battlecries,
and The Valiant is reminded in Repose, of Tales Of Ghosts
and Walks Into the Hills Of Zion, The Last Of Caballeros
I overheard a conversation on the subway train the other day
“This world has become such an ugly place”, is what I heard them say.
Then those words got me to thinking, just why might that be?
What is it that is happening now that makes us appear ugly?
Then somehow it occurred to me, while I was thinking and sitting down
That women all around me were standing there with a frown.
The first thing that was obvious and I was shocked it had happened to me
But somewhere along the way I had forgotten about acting with chivalry.
“Here ma’am have my seat”, are the words that I said,
People all around me looked as if I had two heads.
Even the woman stared and glared at me not moving toward the seat
“I am no weaker than you are”, she said, “I can stand on my own two feet.”
And just for a moment of time that seemed like an eternity
Nobody dared make a sound as eyes stared at the seat empty.
Than an older lady standing nearby said, “I’ll take your seat, young man”
“I haven’t seen some one so polite since I lost my poor husband.”
“It’s so nice seeing in this world gone mad someone still has courtesy.”
And suddenly, right then and there, a beautiful feeling started growing in me.
This world may seem ugly to us when we look out through our eyes
But the beauty still remains in there, we’ve just locked it deep inside.
If we want others to be beautiful, first it’s something we must be
And we still have the power to confront all the bad things that we see.
I held doors open and smiled that day and have forever more
Even for those liberated souls who think I’m such a bore.
Although this beauty is lost on some and probably forever shall be
I still find that one-hundred in one who appreciates my chivalry.
And every time a women or child smiles a smile right back at me
It makes my world seem beautiful and so much less ugly.
Entry in the A Simple Reminder contest
The essence of wit is brevity
which interestingly evinces chivalry
delivered verdict to hex hoar size
(once and for all) president
dons mantle of deviltry
and trumps constitutional credo
defining American elementary
particular edicts denoting, enshrining,
framing, grand honorable inalienable rights
when foolhardy lobbyists prevail
evicting execrable“enemy”
i.e. forward thinking (progressively liberal)
which subsequently might help
timid citizens to invoke probate, procure, produce cojones
in opposition against rabidly power hungry,
misogynistic courting among the body politik
fostering future feverish fortuity,
toward risking life and limb sans
Uncle Sam selfless gratuity
(especially as Benjamin Button syndrome –
reverses aging process
acquired thru heredity
gets in full swing) stamping mindset
nonestablishmentarian identity
with my Kosher blessing despite any infamy
permission to go ahead with jocularity
from a superstar coach named Kennedy
thereby garnering homespun liberty
where icon bank on direct
laudable, linkedin longevity
with unrolled Scottish grandeur
(Pomp and Circumstance broadcast)
synchronized with precise
unrolled welcome mat
yule receive granted “FAKE” feted soiree
as curtain call doth close toward
final decade of mortality
yet dismiss bing hash-tagged
a scofflaw at any opportunity
especially if legislated mandate
earmarked as priority
in tandem with the key quality
apothegm stipulates decrease sing sanity
as the hands of father time
spin (Doktor Dude Little) backward
away from present day turbidity
increasing revanchism uber victory.