Long Lancelot Poems

For All That I Remembered
by Michael R. Burch

For all that I remembered, I forgot
her name, her face, the reason that we loved ...
and yet I hold her close within my thought:
I feel the burnished weight...

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At Tintagel
by Michael R. Burch

That night, 
at Tintagel, 
there was darkness such as man had never seen...
darkness and treachery, 
and the unholy thundering of the sea...

In his arms, 
who is to say how much she...

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The Pictish Faeries
by Michael R. Burch

Smaller and darker
than their closest kin,
the faeries learned only too well
never to dwell
close to the villages of larger men. 

Only to dance in the starlight
when the moon was full
and men...

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Juvenilia: Early Poems XII

Because You Came to Me
by Michael R. Burch

for Beth

Because you came to me with sweet compassion
and kissed my furrowed brow and smoothed my hair,
I do not love you after any fashion,
but wildly,...

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I was pushed to write this comparison after reading the poem on Byron by the souper poet Gary Bateman.
Wandering on internet I found the Byron's version of Francesca's words in CANTO V of Dante's Hell...

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The knight of knights, Sir Lancelot,
From far away in Camelot,
Went by a way that he knew not
And thus, by chance, spied Astolat
With sunset's gleam upon her tow'rs:
T'was there he met the maid Elaine,
With hair as...

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After I just heard my guide in this trip
Speaking of ancient women and of  knights,
Pity I felt, then had loss to outstrip.

I began: “Poet , desire now me incites
To speak with those two going...

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Note: the "dd" in Welsh names is pronounced "th."

Merlyn's Birth
by Michael R. Burch

I was born in Gwynedd,
or not born, as some men claim,
and the Zephyr of Caer Myrrdin
gave me my name.

My father was Madog Morfeyn
but...

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I wish I could immerse myself 
in the pages of history, time, 
and deep reflection...letting go 
of everything I think I know 
and give myself another chance 
to clarify my perceptions and beliefs
in the river...

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I didn't have a chance to say goodbye,
to let you know how dear you are to me
and though my chance is gone, I still will try
the sadness that I feel won't let me be

You were...

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The Bottle
                                 ...

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this is a song as yet to be set to music---it's to be sung by a lady so anyone who knows how to sing and write music take this and run with it...i don't want...

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To all of you who read the first song, I thank you-and to those of you who went to CJBELL.NET I thank you exponentially
  TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE

Do you tango?
Do you dance a...

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TAKE A SPIN IN CRINOLINE

Do you tango?
Do you dance a lot, 
my Sir Lancelot?
Do you cha-cha?
And like me you sure are hot?\

Do you mambo?
Do you Lindy Hop?
Do you slow dance?
And does dancing make your champagne...

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An Epic Woman  

Woman tell me your thoughts
Shall I be the fool and you the teacher?
Am I your Adonis, or do you see a toad.
Chivalry demands that I am your knight without reward,
For my...

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Alexandria was a gallant knight,
She used to sit at Arthur’s Round Table.
Dressed as a boy, she helped knights fight evil
As the Blue eyed hero of this fable.

The young lady fell in love with Arthur,
But unknowing,...

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The Wild Hunt
by Michael R. Burch

(King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table have been reported as ghostly hunters, near Devon, around Halloween.)

Near Devon, the hunters appear in the sky
with Artur and Bedwyr sounding...

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Confessions of Pistachio Pudding

The pudding said to the whipped cream 
"I love the way you feel on top of me... 
all light and sugary...but I have a confession 
I was not always a bowl of...

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Now Sir Mordred was an evil knight
and always causing trouble and strife
He seeked to destroy Arthur’s throne
and take it from him, for his own

He was full of hate and jealousy
towards the king who became his...

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EVERYDAY IS GOD'S DAY

Threats of war-- shakes the peace floating in the breeze,
Bombs and guns, they rattle to break bony reasons of the mind,
Thorns and knocks that seed from biting disease,
Shouts and wails rising 'neath...

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Cold front brings August respite
upon cusp of autumn quite
natural palliative to forget monetary plight
relieving spate of dog days of summer
seasonal crisp balm appeared overnight
evidenced of late by Jeeves

cool temperatures at night
temporarily bumping ugly
global warming with...

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To The Lady Of Shallot 
The gallent woman of love 
You're a beloved dove; 
Enticed by a glamorous knight 
Left the tower to get his sight; 
Immortal love faded away 
Among the wispen willows faraway;...

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The Strange Truces of King Arthur
by Michael R. Burch

Artur took Cabal, his hound,
and Carwennan, his knife,
and his sword forged by Wayland
and Merlyn, his falcon,
and, saying goodbye to his sons and his wife,
he strode to the...

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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...

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Hand me a pen so that I may write the most stunning 
love poem in the world.
Hand me the most luxurious paper so the writing appears 
elegant and well placed.
Let the words flow from my...

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