Sir Lancelot Poems | Examples

Guinevere

Guinevere
Was King Arthur's darling dear,
Once day, she said, "I'm sorry M'Lord,
I gave your nephew, Mordred, your sword".

Mordred was not a man one should entrust.
King Arthur was a bit more than nonplussed.
Guinevere said, "Don't sweat it",
But the king would regret it,
As the weasel dispatched him with a thrust.

The Knights of the Round Table all missed him and cried - 
Were Lancelot and Guinivere sorry he died?
Well, Sir Lance furrowed his handsome brow, and said "heck,
We should legislate a sword control background check."

Its Up To Me

All those dancers and cheerleaders
Dealers and losers
Faint hearts and beacons

Before me
Its Up to me, down to me

I may resume the matter
hurtling footsteps
Sir Lancelot  waiting
working out the price of time
Derange all boundaries again

The Politics of Politics

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...

Camelot

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.

Easter Ocelot

I postulate ocelots
as proselytes for chocolate:
they’d get word out on the dot;
they’re easy to spot.

And I’d tell a parable 
or something comparable,
with a nugget of caramel
to be retold a lot.

Earth brown exterior:
clearly superior;
heavenly interior,
delicious and gold.

Here comes Sir Lancelot,
riding his ocelot.
Yeah, sure, it costs a lot,
but aren’t you sold?

The Lady

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.

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

6th Century Preventive Medicine

Sir Lancelot
didn't smoke pot
   He wielded a shield and a mask
   ~ A wineskin and a flask

My Grandmother Vienna Fv

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

Wales of Myths and Legends

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

Stepping Through Time

The art gallery,
Was inspiring and exciting,
A portrait consuming,
Sir Lancelot,
King Arthur’s closest companion,
The greatest swordsman of his time,
A knight of the round table,
Her eyes were drawn to him,
Staring at his picture,
He seemingly stared back,
Handsome were her thoughts,
If only!
Step back for just one hour,
Time seemed to stand still,
She imagined holding hands,
Her heart melted,
The world stopped,
He swooped her off her feet,
Gliding around the hall,
His strong arms 
Holding her tight,
Romance and imagination 
Spoke every word,
She looked,
Dimly lit candles flickered,
Open fire with huge burning logs,
The structure of thick stone,
The battlement tower,
A fortress fortified against attacks,
She had been transported,
The wish had come true,
One hour they danced,
Or forever in his arms,
She closed her eyes,
He kissed her lips,
The candles blew out,
Into darkness,
She was back in the gallery,
Staring into his dark eyes,
Reached out to his picture,
The aroma of love, 
Touching through eternities door.

25/01/2017

Sir Lancelot

Jousting only because of the kings pleas,
lanced once too often feeling apathy,
drinking from cup,
holes sprung much,
feeling like a piece of holey swiss cheese.





11-14-16

Reflecting Brilliant Light

All my life, up until now,  The TV channel playing in my head late at night even after I have gotten out of bed, has only been a test pattern. Then a voice called out my name didn't know from where it came.  But now it was like watching a channel never seen before, just follow the narrator's whisper, and things started to turn out all right I could really be like sir Lancelot the real White knight weak In body but strong in spirit. Drawing the innocent near my shield reflecting brilliant light, yet blinding those who abused there might. I finally realized the whisper came One not in my sight,  but there all along with all of his might, just waiting for me to trust and believe, then I would be capable of such great deeds. Wearing the polished armor of God and mounted on the sturdy Steed directed by the Spirit what direction to gallop, when leaving the safety of the castle to ride thruout the lands, to duel the black knights and rescue fair maidens from their plight, locked deep in castle walls dark as night.

Holographic Love

In the land of Camelot
Some did see and some did not
Dragons Demons and a Witches’ brew
This is a tale of a Love I once knew

The Warlocks portal did resonate 
As the creatures passed through their hellish gate
The Wizard Merlin did magically appear 
Warning all that the deception was near

Holographic Love had never been so strong
Lures you and allures you with merriment and song
A damsel in distress I took the call
The illusion began as I climbed it's wall

Now within the Grand Delusion 
Love’s thorns put me in seclusion
Was this Love real or was it not?
And yet I thought of myself as Sir Lancelot.


Jan.28.2016

Come To Me

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

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