CAMELOT FANTASIES

TRIVIAL TIME

Trivial is our time, traveling thru my visions ov you.
Destinations ov my mind, sailing the waters of our luv true.
Images ov you and I, disciplined by the ocean blue.
Life hungers there, with luv to compare.
In a different time, existing somewhere.
Your heart is slipping, thru my fingers,
Like the sands ov time.
In my heart, our luv will linger.
Deep thoughts ov you, I will perceive.
Glowing lights, seen thru the trees.
I do see, visions in my heart.
With kisses that are meager, I do appease.
Trivial is our time, it will be at ease, as we sail the ocean breeze.

Michael Cranford 


 
Of That Grail




Of that grail, could you really not tell?
 Before kingdom came to ruin and fell
 To such betrayal of something felt clear
 Tangled web of hearts in greatest fear
     And blinded by such as if under a spell

 A quest for atonement on perilous trails
 She awaits in seclusion past mission bells
 While with Excalibur drawn never to near
     Of that grail

 A knight once but fell into a hollow shell
 With a cost that torments as that of hell
 As such sorcery alters everything so dear
 Is she the Morgan Le Fay or Guinevere?
 Or perhaps the lady of the lake to take sail?
     Of that grail

A wonderful poems Mi Lord, just a beautiful as when they rose.
Thank you my dear for sharing😚

MOONLIGHT DANCE

Let me hold on to you, dancing under the moon.
Making luv with your consent, sweet and reverent.
The soft touch ov you, is crimson blue.
Taste ov your lips, Softness ov your words.
Whispers, I have never heard.
Sweet the taste, ov your kiss.
Telling me, ov what I have missed.
Let us move to our songs, ov our luv carrying on.
Swaying as we move, romantic our tune.
Alluring the touches, to the groove.
As the moonlight dances, upon our souls.
Erotic the dance, too and throw.
In night or day, luvs light paves the way.

magical prose lady V.

I love the poems you are sharing with Lady Victoria, Clay.

Emma




 - Poem by Julia Ann Holliday

     
 
 
Emma has eyes, like the heavens of blue,
She has a delicate air of beauty about her too.
If Emma were a season, she would be spring,
She's free and she's happy, like a bird on the wing. Where Emma is, you hear the laughter of great friends,
Whose happiness never comes to an end,
It was in a green vale, that Emma was born,
And heaven's angels guard her from dusk until dawn. Emma has found the gift of love, so true,
Which spreads radiant joy, when she shares this gift with you,
She's gentle and innocent and pure like a dove,
And when she cries,
Her tears are like translucent fountains,
Falling from above.

Oh Mi Lord. You've done it again, beautiful to the very end. The prose that thou doth choose, favors the muse. Thank you again sire, your prose I do admire.😚

STAR WATCHER

There is a star, way up high.
It watches over me, every time I die.
Tender my heart, caressing the time.
Thoughts that travel on a whim, souls that go for swim.
Fly away with me, to another kingdom somewhere.
Where there are, no differences to compare.
Places ov which, we want our fantasies.
Crystal clear, is the luv that I see.
Let me dive into your hearts', gentle serenities'.
Swimming, within your soul.
Echos ov your mind, making it so easy to find.
Star searching, in my time, celestial luvs' rhyme.

magnificent prose lady V.