Long Knight Poems
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Back to the isolated Island
The story of Jack of all trade was just an imaginary story
Many believe that it's was just an
Myths
until the Knight
Paint up the image
Yes
Thanks you for calling again but
remember
Love is what you feel no matter what you see
Just remember whenever Its comes to this,
We do not even dare play
the games because we've
already defeat illusion countless times
Remember we walk away
as if it nothing...
Just like a silent gun
Always ready to kills
At Given moments,
Flames please burn away
because right now
I cannot even breathe.
Remember you said forever... forever
before you turn away
But if it time for death
let's just goes back to the ancient world
Where our story remain unfold
Love is real no matter what you see
For real I remember stones never cracks
But As for now
I'm just a burning flames
With unsaid words
Falling in & out of night
flying in & out of ribbons, threads of creation
that fall upon all the eternal emerald seas
Golden lands stretching out before me,
I touch it delicately, softly is the sound of Grace
feeling the gold, setting Sun, a coming of twilight
Silence before the oncoming storm
the ozone
the rain
catching the holy light of a silvery moon,
in carved chalices of ruined blackened stone
rises bright, its ghosts dapple n plays
intricately upon the puddles of passing rain,
feeling in the coming of knight
falling in and out of light,
falling in and out of the silver rays of moonrise,
the grace, eternal, silver planes
the land vast and asleep
I have decreed all I feel as it stretches out before me.
I touch it softly feeling the vibrations of Grace…
As light falls in and out of night
Drifting through these pale fingers…
Shell (Jane Grey)
The Knights are all lining up
to have their taste of me.
Because I'm quiet and demure
of the weak and tired and pure
they lock us up forevermore.
Their whispers and their shouting too,
always surrounded, what's a Queen to do?
But sit back and take
I know their words are only fake.
But a different knight comes every minute.
They push my body to the limit.
They clash their swords and trace
my thighs
they only care for their own high.
Lace is torn and bows discarded
Still my mind lies closely guarded.
For though they slash and gnaw and bite
they know I do not belong to their knights.
My shell belongs
to the Empress.
And it is her I still
long to impress.
She runs her hands
through hair and touch and ribbon,
and the knights all know
their love for me is forbidden.
Yet I am Queen and she is Lover.
Owns my heart and mind forever.
The knights and page and prince sure woo
but will never whisper 'I love you.'
What would I do if they were real.
Their gifts, their longing for my own spirit
breaks down closer by the minute.
She roughs my skin, my back, it breaks.
And she takes and she takes and she takes.
Now the knights all join with me once more.
To pretend to believe and finish the score.
But in the end, the Death, it is me.
I wrap my neck and arms and wrists in twine
as I say goodbye to the world that was mine.
And now the sword, it lifts the hilt
and spills the blood as the head tilts.
Till finally the world turns black
and now I have the final say
at last, *I* choose when to go away.
To a place without pain, to a place without a Queen.
But of course, the axe,
Well, everyone would have seen.
My shell as it hits the cold hard ground
and now my corpse, it makes no sound.
'Cept for my last and final breath.
Free from the knights and Queens and Kings.
They hold their own
but on me they feast.
The ravens fly with a monstrous roar.
I sit by, and watch the rain pour.
She wanted her man to be solid and gold
Not the king, who is told to be decrepit and old
Nor valiant swordsman brass and bold.
But compassionate hero who is not oversold
The king had his eye on this bonny maiden fair.
She had gorgeous hazel eyes and thick auburn hair.
She was careful not to catch his gaze, while in his lair.
She was after a man who knew how to love and care.
Just a man, mere and mortal, fair of face.
She knew of a terrific seeking place.
She told not her parents, for they might feel a disgrace
As this mystic sought her knight through portal of outer space
Her father distracted the royal eyes as she slipped out.
The guards did not see her ooze by, so there was no shout.
She ran to the portal, and asked for the best warrior they had.
They brought out a well-built soldier, a handsome lad.
She was magical enough to speak the language of gods.
He gave her clear go-ahead signals, and many approving nods.
They went away in the space ship, and had a marvelous life.
She made her hero a fantastically magical wife.
At his wedding Arthur received
a magnificent round table, he was pleased
From king Leodegrances of cameliard
graciously covered, impressively carved
As time went by Arthur decreed
twenty four men that would up heed
He made them knights and brothers to him
to keep the laws and not to sin
Twenty four knights, gallant and steady
to serve their king and country, ready
They sat round the table with one another
each one loving their fellow brother
One knight caught Arthur’s eye
his combat skills, extremely high
He made him his champion knight
Sir Lancelot, who relished the fight
The knights became so well known
throughout Briton, throughout Rome
There fame spread around the globe
to foreign countries they all rode
Slaying dragons and fighting battles
their missions heard, with deathly rattles
At Mount Badon their glorious victory
defeating the Saxons, the rest is history
Now the people had peace here in Briton
but the knights became unsettled and ridden
So at mystic Merlin’s magical suggestion
Arthur listened and didn’t question
They sent the knights on a crusade
to the Holy land where they all prayed
In search of the Holy Grail
which became a wondrous tale
The roman Emperor was so impressed
with Arthur’s army and religious quest
And after a lot of talk and fighting
gave him the western half of Europe, in writing
Queen Guinevere had fallen for Sir Lancelot
he returned her favours quite a lot
He tried hard to control his heart
but his love grew strong from the start
Poor Arthur did not know
until his nephew Mordred, told him so
© Copyright 28th December 2010 K.C.Leake
Clouds spiral down and curl around to touch me
—not those western drizzle shrouds
baring a soul of misery mizzle
...though I adore a good wallow in sorrow —no
these clouds come from yonder bluebird wilds
white cirrus wispy and whispery dance around me
I steal one to wear across my shoulders
like a platinum’s blonde’s faux stole
they come to me like papier-mâché angels —no no
that’s too cliché… and passé for I’m far beyond
the Godly touch of angels… hmm.. they come to me
like a lover —no too easy …like a heartbreak-er lover!
yah I’ll go with that and get a taboo tattoo of his name
anyway the clouds they find me where I stand
dissatisfied with being satisfied
the result of my cool cat face seduction
I wear a crimson bee balm boutonniere
display it on my plunging V lapel but
it attracts wasps instead of honey bees; I find
danger brings a secret pleasure to my displeasure
my leopard print pants (red sky colored)
stirs sir knight with his bridled gaze and walking stick
he watches my next move on the chessboard
tries to guess my breezy strategy
my hands behind my head legs crossed
maybe it’s a white crested ocean I'm floating on
—or wrestling with— either way
I’m here to play and paint a displeased scene
watercolors? they’re just transparent hues
applied to my white background
depending on the mood of my mood ring —but
when acrylics bleed it’s harder to see the scene
colors escape their space creating a slurry
of what is where where is when when is why
and why don’t know why ..what?! but I know how
blurry lines take on a life of their own
and shapes a new fate from ‘no gesso’ mistakes
I could switch my style to snarly tiger stripes today
and gladly take that horse-headed knight down
that wooden old guard has new orders
he’s suspicious of me scrutinizes me
but only half as much as I’m used to
his right hand on his monocle
—the other eye blind
just beyond the reach of his walking stick
I free my torso of its purple grapevine corset
uncinching my fake waisted form —I muse
if my time as a wastrel was wasted or invested
oh …the monocle is telescoping me again
I shimmy lose my butterfly wings
slap him as I flap them and fly away
it’s hard to know if I’m still beautiful
or if I’m just broken
—either way I embrace the rainy side of the rainbow
happily discontent
Forest so green, so quiet, you look like a picture of perfect love.
Love so green, so bright, with the flow of energy making all move with joy as the breeze blew through your trees.
The leaves and grass and stream all flowed and moved to the rhythm of love, they enjoyed living in harmony with the forest, like a person breathing it made all feel relaxed.
Your friends the trees and plants, and all the animals move with joy living in the forest home.
Forest you are so lovely, like the garden for love, your site makes me feel amazing.
The smell of the clean air, is so nice it makes me want to lie down and take in the sounds.
Forest you are so lovely, like a perfect love, you stand so tall and bright, you are like a knight, shining bright.
Bright with all your colors, your trees moving and giving shade to those that need.
We love you forest, you are so lovely you make all of our life feel right, with just the site of your lovely home.
Forest stand forever tall and green and let all of the earth protect you from destruction or pollution, we love you so, and want to lift positive thoughts and energy to you.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
Rome wasn't built in a day
Mexicans like saying "Ole!"
If your horse eats nothing but hay
Teach him how to order on e-Bay
While terriers put sugar in their 'tay'
Cigarette smokers should use an ashtray
People say every dog has his day
Though I was told that crime doesn't pay
First April showers, then come what May
In life one's gotta find his own way
A voice vote's always a yea or a nay
It's lonely tonight -- Won't you stay?
When you're older, your hair might turn gray
Every knight needs some dragons to slay
If a soldier won't enter the fray
Against him will a nation inveigh
On her tuffet, Little Miss Muffet ate whey
When a donkey's upset, it'll bray
In Puerto Rico how those palm trees do sway
Now the sun's out: Go catch a ray
Do you remember when happy meant 'gay'
And nursery school age kids used to play?
From the path it's far too easy to stray
~ Life's choices please carefully weigh!
When I am bored with this world
When nothing gives me any more joy
I become, once more, a little girl
And run, hiding to my abode, with my toy!
My pen, magical and whimsical
Sometimes getting even musical
Once it is uncapped, it begins to write in verse
And seeks to please, the whole of the universe!
My abode is none other than my castle
Where I let go of all of my struggle
A place made from my own fancy
Where I can be myself, a Queen hiding in secrecy
It is found high over the clouds
Colored as bright as the pinkish flamingos
It gives me the will to sing out loud
My castle it is, where I can let go of all of my sorrows
There, magic rules!
There, love drools!
My knight, invited by Cupid, dwells with me
And submits to my every tantrum, so tactfully!
There, I swim in a sea of candy
And become my own star, full of folly
There, I am well loved
And none can have me dethroned!
Shall you wish for a visit, pray, just let me know
Holding hands, together we shall go
And we shall bask there, in eternal light
The light which makes the world shine bright!
29 Jan 2014
Pied piper plied with his magic flute
Not hirsute more still teenage cute
Branch & root teach each new newt
Bravo Joe riper own grown old fruit
Deft no heft not bereft never a brute
As Aussies possies put in the boot
Elan Peter Pan talisman can't mute
Classic but never ever brassic route
Acutely astute in every single dispute
Charmer in a white knight armour suit
Simple record setting run getting pursuit
Bazball didn't dilute or pollute its top recruit
Each rendition games’ tradition will salute
Root down track front to back foot scoot
First rate great with such a thirst to sate
Play it late that weight transfer commute
Moot point didn't rock the joint and loot
Ashes dreams shoot down the sh*t chute
No ego Joe did bestow a show of repute
Must flatter our greatest batter a hero salute
Making history if not victory let's have a toot
Still can't compute why so bad but won't refute
Okay come what may please no Bazball reboot
That schoolboy joy with his wooden toy tribute
Rooty our galaxy guardian on duty like Groot
So let's make a spectacular bogan slogan ute
Horn's vernacular hoot…Wizard of Oz not bandicoot
Surf on Aussie turf…Root you absolute Beaut!