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I was thirteen the first time I pinned my eyes on her
She smelled of Italy, with peppermint breath that clung sweet
each time she kissed me affectionately with love-caress
She told stories of Sir Lancelot and knights of the round table.
Some days her big brown eyes shone with happiness and other
days, when Bobby Solo played his golden trumpet, she would
cry for memory of her long lost love. Knitting needles clacked
as she softly spoke of her blessed mother.
"She once read a romance entitled, Vienna And Paris.
Mother fell in love with the story and decided if she had kids
she'd name them after those two lovers. "
I was fifteen when she returned to Italy to lay next to grandpa.
All I have left is an old super 8 film, and a chapter of my life with
her that I could never replace or ignore. Her wise antidotes got
me through a lifetime. What we share in common is our first
names and so much more. Thank you for reading.
March 1, 2019
O Camelot! O Camelot!
The winds have changed, the land got hot!
Though dromedaries are quite neat,
A bactrian's hard to unseat,
And so the knights still joust a lot.
At banquet feasts, the men are found,
And like the table, they are round.
The reason they are heavy-set:
Girls now see knighthood as a threat;
Who lives life chaste and honor-bound?
Sir Galahad, a handsy lad;
His boasting made the maidens mad.
Now saddled with the cursed #metoo,
Chivalrous days of riding through,
He gardens, in his armor clad.
And then there is Sir Lancelot
Sad, as he aged, he weirder got.
Exchanging quests for lowly toils,
He traveled far just lancing boils,
Relieving pustulence and rot.
And Arthur lost what he held dear:
His lovely bride, his Guinevere
The evil witch, Morgana Fay
Transitioned her without her say,
And as a knight she does appear.
O Camelot! I just cannot
Believe the damage time has wrought.
And now the lady of the lake:
A charlatan, a fraud, a fake!
Ran off with Merlin, on his yacht.
I look towards the foaming sea
The clouds go by, the wind runs free
I stand upon the tremblin’ quay
And wonder now where you could be
I call your name but all in vain.
The crashing waves encroach the land
Never will I hold your hand
It is hard to understand
I am in tears and pain.
Hark, he cometh on sturdy steed
Sir Lancelot, I must concede
Would surely fill this empty need
His gentleness, of tender breed
Perhaps he'll cast his eyes on me.
Fair Guinevere had caught his eye
Though he left her with a sigh
As the king was standing nigh
Behold me; I am free.
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22nd August 2014
A Collaboration ~ Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
Contest: The Lady of Shalott
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
Placing: 1st
Stories that were sung .
Minstrels of old, once, did tell, stories
in songs, we have come to know the glories
of times long passed, of Guinevere, of Camelot,
of the love of a brave, persistent knight, Sir Lancelot.
Minstrels of old, told us of Romeo and Juliet,
figures of love, we know of, yet never met,
except in the stories Minstrels told
as they travelled many a road.
From town to town, to town
they gave us songs of the renown,
sung their song of the many ways of love,
battles fought gallantly to raise the bar, far above.
B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )
April 12th 2014
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 moonlight
sonata courtesy mother nature
perfect bonfire weather courtesy lignite
kept burning chaste cheerful pro bono
strong arm moored Sir Lancelot knight
sinewy physique, muscularly lean
apropos appellation applied Jack Lite
doubling up as Jack Frost
i.e. old man winter based
on Farmer's almanac
forecasters, who possess
sixth sense insight
predicting harsh winter, yeah right
as if standing atop shoulders of giants
towering, rivaling, overshadowing...
Jack and beanstalk re: fabulous height
seedy tale Aesop pose ghostwrite
ten and/or retold by Flora Annie Steel
fanciful imaginative flight
first appeared as The Story to delight
kids all ages of Jack Spriggins and
the Enchanted Bean in 1734 quite
similar to goose that laid golden egg
wishful thinking miniature
cogs and wheels spin
furiously at midnight
fantasizing escaping out
maws o' penury plight
accepting hand to mouth existence
experiencing pleasant distraction
as fall weather doth excite
reminding me seasonal change
could kindle potential playwright
within, which storyline outright
fabrication trumpeting rich mogul
comprising make believe webbed world
frees yours truly 24/7 nightmarish fright
one forlorn bummer groveling along...
holding transformative amulet tight
precious stone of malachite
imparting deep energy cleaning,
bringing healing powers that
powers love delight.
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 enemy
Taught by the evil sorceress, Morgan le Fay
Arthur’s step sister, who led him astray
There was a court hearing for the Queen
but Sir Lancelot was nowhere to be seen
The judges decided to burn her at the stake
Sir Lancelot discovered his darlings’ fate
As the execution proceeded that day
Sir Lancelot swooped down and carried her away
They escaped to Brittany in France
Sir Lancelot’s home town, where he trained to lance
Now Arthur was in such a rage
he gathered his army to engage
They travelled to France in hot pursuit
ready to punish the deserted two
Now Mordred was left all alone
in Arthur’s kingdom, he took the throne
He would have inherited the whole estate
but he was greedy and couldn’t wait
He told the people that Arthur was dead
and he was now king and do as he said
He brought off the people with money and gifts
and raised an army, a rebellious rift
Now Excalibur was hidden away
but the scabbard gone, stolen by Fay
Arthur found out about Mordred’s rule
and returned from France to confront the fool
So Arthur and Mordred went to saddle
both armies’ Gathered ready to battle
But Merlin was nowhere to be found
the evil sorceress had him bound
Enclosed in a crystal cave
Unable to cast a spell to save
At Camlann they fought with spear and sword
a fierce and bloody battle, roared
The fighting lasted all through the day
high losses on both sides, bodies now lay
© Copyright 29th December 2010 K.C.Leake
In the heart of Wales beneath shade of trees
In world's stillness relieving in pages
Of bloom gardens as playful fairies tease
Shape-shifting wizards man of the ages
Caught a top of a fire breathing dragon
Charm the beast my passion, have it happen
Eye people pulling their wears in wagons
Close my eyes and let my senses deepen
Wales inspires quills to write Myths and legends
Of British, King Arthur of Camelot
Swordsmanship of Sir Lancelot commends
Behold enchantment of a castle lot
Wales, mysterious and romantic past
Bewitching spells cast and memories last
3/10/2017
- “Oh, no! not in spring-time! Summer, winter or fall!
No, never could I leave you at all!”
From the song “If Ever I Would Leave You” from the movie Camelot
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqTveSQoKZE
A Legendary Love
In a special place, Camelot,
a legendary love blazed hot -
forbidden love that came to naught
for Guinevere and Lancelot,
King Author’s brightest, boldest knight
who sought the love of the king’s bride!
Passion could not be denied
although Guinevere so tried.
One kiss - their love took flight!
A spell was cast; now more alive,
than ever, they could not deprive
themselves of that which made them thrive -
that magic for which they would strive
to meet in secret, lest they burst!
Into each other’s arms they’d fall.
Joyously they gave their all,
for at passion’s beck and call
were two with endless thirst!
Her hair of gold; her face so fair.
Sir Lancelot could never tear
himself away from their affair,
and Guinevere, how could she bear
to let her soul mate walk away?
They lay when leaves or snow would fly;
or ‘neath spring or summer sky,
proving passion could not die.
What price they were to pay!
For Love STory contest of Silent One
A happy ending to "The Lady of Shallot"
(In deference to Lord Tennyson)
But then the sky's uncommon grace
shown bright and lively on her face
as sullen visage was replaced
and Heaven's holy light was traced
to the shores of Camelot.
From all around they joined to see,
both peasant folk and royalty,
the answer of his prayers to free
the Lady of Shallot.
Then Lancelot leaned down to kiss
as she blushed warm with tearful bliss
and thought about the years she'd missed
the tender touch of love like this
from her knight Sir Lancelot.
Bells from towers high were ringing,
the silent streets now filled with singing -
echoes through the land rejoicing
the Lady of Shallot.
When you are a politician, they all want you with fruition
if you were a great magician you would wave a magic wand
When you are a politician you have to watch your diction
if you want to achieve world peace you got to shake their hand
When you are a politician you are oil in a Governed wheel
if you are honest, you won't beg, borrow, nor steal
When you are a politician you honor promises, commitments
if you are successful then everyone wins in dividends
When you are a politician some do love you some do not
keep on doing what your doing, you are not Sir Lancelot
When you are a politician, work with diligence and flair
if you want a better Country then you really have to care.
Written by: Mystic Rose
for all those out there working hard to make
our Country, a better place...