Short Guinevere Poems
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Lady Guinevere decided to follow her passion
By finding employment as a hired assassin.
She practiced technique
On her cousin Monique,
But found the guillotine to be out of fashion.
Lady Guinevere and Sir Lancelot
Trapped in a dungeon, his help she sought --
Guinevere screamed, she yelled
But Lancelot, help withheld --
Damsels rescued, how quaint ~ This knight sold pot
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.
Julie Andrews was like a queen
when she appeared on the stage and the screen.
Julie played Maria Von Trapp, Mary Poppins, and Guinevere.
With her talent, she was someone we had to revere.
Misted, as some enchantress
A mythic age haunts
This Autumn's country; this day's.
Morn, noon. And beyond.
All the dazed while, what desires
Marvelled at, to be
Do get that sense of. And how!
Speak; I wont respond!
I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott,
"Be content! Don’t be so distraught!
You may long for the world of Lancelot and Guinevere ~
but let me tell you what’s about to happen there ~
they're about to lose everything they've got."
The moon bold and endearing
cast a soft beam of light;
As gently it's nearing,
It's so entrancing
This night
I had to start dancing
What a mad woman is she?!
I heard them pronounce,
I chuckled and laughed
Not caring an ounce
~Guinevere~
Often alone
in midst of people
picturing you
being pleased
pleasing me
in love with you
defeat in victory
remaining loyal to my killer...
Fire woman
lightning in my sky
shooting star
Juliet, Guinevere and Eloise
you are you
burning ember
funereal pyre
love is fire
without hurting...
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THE SEER
Owl-eyed,
golden-haired,
Guinevere,
Gazing at her,
limpid pool,
silver,
The ripples
thoughts in time,
Pervading her realm.
The seer smooths
her shining lake,
The ripples
of her mind
vanish.
The players
are gone,
we were ]
only
thoughts
in her time,
Our future,
Our past,
Time
Out of mind.
Arthur's Land:
royal
soil
Lancelot & Guinevere:
unjust
in lust
Meeting of Knights:
able
table
Excalibur:
steel cone
in stone
Merlin's Temper:
wizard
blizzard
Morgan's Powers:
tragic
magic
The Lady of the Lake:
shady
lady
Quest for the Grail:
the goal -
find bowl
A Knightly Siege:
castle
hassle
The blossom does flutter for you my wife
And winter from around the corners call.
For Guinevere I give my heart, my life,
To live life sans love is not life at all.
The Lord doth give that is more than ample,
And all men can share in this wealth of love
For all eyes are we fortune’s example.
To our knees we sink for thanks to above.
there was a contest to decide
which faerie queen to abide
contenders came from kingdoms near
each one clever, each one dear
gnomes, elves and brownies watched the game
hoping Faerie Guinevere, they would name
she had protected the fey all her life
Brownie king brought out his fife
Guinevere was selected that day
to the relief of the entire fey
Pendragons these Titans dieties de facto herculean portent shores Poseidon's
Neptune her Olympus their oracles and Othello ? Robin redbreast genesis his sherwood
Forest knights of love's, round table time as Ganymede; to bear this cup ? Germane the goddess....
Angelus red it's wine a passage her ghost writer she, his lady Guinevere; fairytales lore de facto, dreams.
Form:
I long to meet a Guinevere
So many poems I'd pen
Like Guinevere by the Azure Mere
Or simply, My Sweet Gwen
I taste the sound of Guinevere
Tis salt upon my lips
Perhaps she'd be my Gwenhwyfar
Sweet wine of Arthur's sips
Smooth and fair my Guinevere
Of her so many songs be sung
I'd love you o'er and o'er, my dear
Tomorrow I'd have ye hung.
r ~ 4/22/14
Time,
Not matter how long
Or how many centuries
would not change you,
Your voice, eyes and touch
Will ring the bells of dead and buried tales,
Your aura, an enigma, would omit and shine
The love I knew was always mine.
Nostalgia swims around my head
Until the moon pales and I
Return to bed.
I cast a spell within my dreams
A manifestation of you
Weaving together our endless seams
~Guinevere~
Only history can know
Can the legend of Camelot be true?
Merlin himself helped make it a mystery
A wondrous place with skies of blue
Excalibur's strong splendor
Only makes other weapons pale
Lancelot, Guinevere and Arthur the King
On galloping steeds they rode, over hill and over dale
Only they know the secrets it held
To have been there would have been grand
If even on the wing of a bird
The legend will always stand
If we'd lived in olden days
days of yore
the golden days
and I were a troubadour
I'd serenade you with my lute
unless I had a flute to toot
or go more than the extra mile
and sing a song to make you smile
not with the end of a lance
would I beg my lady's favour
but gallantly request a dance
mayhaps a carol we could savour
to fight and kill the dragon
and do it all with no fear
I'd pull Excalibur from the stone
for my dear Guinevere
Queen Guinevere was quite a sight
When Arthur returned from a fight
He looked up and down
Then said with a frown,
"You look like you've had a rough knight!"
Arthur opened the bedroom door
Where clothes lay all over the floor
"This looks rather bad,"
Said Sir Gal He Had,
"I've mistaken your wife for an whore."
There's more to the story than that
The Kingdom of Arthur fell flat
But Queen Guinevere
Did not shed one tear
For she loved to give tit for tat!