The round table
Like the birds gather
Eating the corn
Evil genus gathered
At The round table
With an evil long years
Intension
Mapping out strategies
To conquer mankind
They know what we need
Despite they don't understand
Humanity
Time never lie
The more time lives
Signs keeps appearing
This signs point to truth
The true value of life
This signs show the secret
Of the old
Those secret behind the
Closed doors at
The round table
Categories:
round table, africa, creation, dedication, deep,
Form: Epic
King Arthurian of legend
St George
St Patrick
Mary Magdalene
To the Da Vinci Code
My toilet
My drug use
I remember i could read
I was a trainspoter
A night prisoner
I wrote during the war of the roses
Of the kings last stand
On B roads
Dedicated to marching knights
For weapons and edges
Set up camp for the night
Uneasily at sleep
I lie
I tragic at dawn
Tragic
Deadly
A 100 of thousand men
Seek Excalibur
To formation a round table
Unto which barge
Into a Dickensian future
The King is dead
Loose ends
Bury me in the Abbey
Imagination
Categories:
round table, slam,
Form: Free verse
King Arthur had the right design
For when ideas abound
Discussion goes much smoother
At a table that is round.
When more than four sit down to talk
At tables long or square
The conversation’s aimed at who
Sits in the closest chair.
So little groups will splinter off
And miss the latest news
Of those down at the other end,
Affecting points of views.
But when the table’s round, all those
Participate as one
And everyone’s caught up before
The meal is even done.
Categories:
round table, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
Fierce mythical dragons
Legends galore
Galloping determined steeds,
Knighthood and more.
King Arthur’s round table
Loves of Queen Guinevere
Come to the library, friend.
They will always be near.
Categories:
round table, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Light Verse
América's Roundtable,
Kings and Knights of a fable,
Broadening the smorgasbord of a playing field,
Swelling midriffs peak,
they drool as they speak,
for the empires for themselves that they build.
The fine lady now fattened,
America's breast now flattened,
and they ravished her while singing her song,
Without being heard,
they even caged her grand bird.
Making wrong right, and right and wrong.
A now fallen hope,
A dying Pope,
The unrighteous ones had their turn,
New hope to the fable,
bringing truth to the table,
revealing secrets they wish to burn.
But now wait a dang minute,
The one thought to win it,
Things took an outrageous spin,
Now raise a prayer without pride,
Which is worse in the ride.
Here we go with again and again.
It goes to show you each time,
America yours, o she’s mine,
God bless help us in this tug of war
God save the poor dame,
America her name,
Father, please raise her up off the floor.
Categories:
round table, america, destiny, leadership,
Form: Political Verse
"THE ROUND TABLE ON THIS SIDE OF THE FREEWAY"
I sit here at this
round table in jeans,
my white shirt and
boots.
writing to keep the
demons at bay.
same old song at 33.
life...
some say the greatest
thing God gave us.
these few haven't been
eaten away by love,
decision or good intention.
with a brain unlike
the masses,
I drink this beer,
smoke these cigarettes
and record the word
without hesitation.
here at this round table
on this side of the freeway,
everything repeats.
stay the night and watch
the show.
By: Chicano Eddie
3312017
Categories:
round table, break up, change, city,
Form: Free verse
A round table is set with gentle kindness
Set with bread, and wine and food for all
And to each nation we once made a promise
Our arms raised in welcome would never fall.
Then came the hidden, counting their days
Distorting truths of their faith ‘n tradition
Resolved to turn the weak to their ways
Then come to our table on their mission.
Our table is set, and all will be welcome
If they come in hate, we'll turn them away
We will not let it be destroyed by some
But only in peace ‘n’ love can they stay.
Now many are missing from our round table
Snatched away thru others bigotry and hate
In our grief and sorrow we will still be able
With hope and faith to set another plate.
Our raised arms sometimes do grow weary
But shoulder to shoulder we will carry on
Tho tears of loss keep our eyes bleary
We’ll heal one by one ‘till all hate is gone.
Categories:
round table, america, celebration, freedom,
Form: Rhyme