Victoria's Poetry Stop

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Posted by EquineAnn on 26 Mar, 2016 05:25
You're welcome, Lady Victoria. I love your latest poems too. I can really relate to some of your poem about memories.

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Posted by Clay Death on 26 Mar, 2016 23:34
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

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Posted by Clay Death on 26 Mar, 2016 23:36
CyberStargazer

Arthur Sleeps

In fallen Camelot
Excalibur weeps,
as wars rage on
and Arthur sleeps.

Awaiting call
to rise and fight,
giving aid
to Englands plight.

Table toppled
wine is spilt,
staining blade
tarnished gilt.

Merlin lost
and magic wane,
no Lancelot
nor brave Sir Gawain.

Armour stands
covered in rust,
accusing finger
wildly thrusts.

Pointing out
the hour at hand,
for all to rise
and as one stand.

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Posted by pryzmsticv on 26 Mar, 2016 23:59
A wonderful poems Mi Lord, just a beautiful as when they rose.
Thank you my dear for sharing😚

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Posted by Clay Death on 27 Mar, 2016 00:36
Quote from: pryzmsticv on 26 Mar, 2016 23:59
A wonderful poems Mi Lord, just a beautiful as when they rose.
Thank you my dear for sharing😚

you are most welcome lady V.

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Posted by Clay Death on 27 Mar, 2016 23:41
Camelot

- Poem by Julia Ann Holliday

Camelot, rich imagination of mystery and power,
King Arthur, Merlin, the magic sword of Excalibur.
Fair maiden Guinevere, Arthur's queen,
A beloved wife, but faithful not,
Knights of the round table, and heroic Sir Lancelot.
Wonderful places, in these stories of old,
To bring dreams of romance with knights gallant and bold.
A sad tale of forbidden love affair to hurt Kings pride,
Story set in rugged English countryside.
Passionate love affair between Guinevere and Sir Lancelot,
Bringing trouble to enchanted castle at Camelot.
This love triangle, happy and sad, thrived in the golden mist,
But Mordred, evil knight, put end to this.
Guinevere to burn at stake, to save kings face,
Sir lancelot rescues her,
But now they have to leave enchanted place.
After bloodshed, tears, sad fall for all,
Enchanted land torn apart that day,
Sad music on a mandolin does play,
For broken holy law,
The price they had to pay.

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Posted by Clay Death on 27 Mar, 2016 23:43
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.

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Posted by pryzmsticv on 28 Mar, 2016 00:01
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.😚