Short Guinevere Poems

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Lady Guinevere Decided To Follow Her Passion

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.
Form: Limerick


Premium Member Chivalry Up In Smoke

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
Form: Limerick

Premium Member Come To the Library Friend

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.

Premium Member Julie Andrews

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.
Form: Clerihew

A Red-Haired Guinevere

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!
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member I tried to reason with the Lady of Shalott

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."
© Rio Jansen  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Moon Dance

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~
Form: Rhyme

Woman of Fire

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...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~

The Seer

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.

Arthurian Footles

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
Form: Footle

Let Us Give Thanks

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.
Form: Couplet

Premium Member Hoping Guinevere Would be Queen

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
Form: Rhyme

Java Man and Alpha's Argonauts

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:

Guinevere

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
Form: Rhyme

Timeless Love of Twin Flames

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~

Camelot

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
Form: Rhyme

Antiquity

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
Form: Rhyme

Came Alot

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!
Form: Limerick

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