I love the latest poem you've shared with Victoria, Clay.
You as re so right lady Anne, beautiful poems that he shares. Thank you SIRE 😚
MINIONS OV MANKIND
Minions ov the mind, playing with mankind.
Funny the signs, when dark plays to be blind.
Visually I bereave, with visions ov deceit.
Distant is the mind, trying to find me.
Coalitions ov the dark, chasing my mind.
Thru different times, trying to free me, from mankind.
Time swings by, in so many ways.
Making us different, in all of our claims.
Doesn't matter, what the difference is.
Just that we are, all mankind.
My Knight In Shining Armor
By MegnMcKnz52
You were my knight in shining armor,
Come to sweep me off my feet.
You were the strongest of them all,
We thought you'd never be beat.
Beautiful blue eyes,
And soft brown hair.
All those damsels in distress,
Would always stop and stare.
But then one day it strolled by,
An illness deadly by itself.
It latched it's teeth into your lungs,
But there had to be help.
Days then weeks then months rolled by,
Still nothing prevailed.
You continued to fight strong,
Unwilling to accept fail.
The pain became suffering,
And we all began pray.
I will never wish this upon anyone else,
It ruins peoples days.
Finally you are at rest,
All your pain has ceased.
You will never be forgotten,
Our lives permanently creased.
You are still my knight in shining armor,
You still sweep me off my feet.
You are still the strongest of them all,
But we all are someday beat.
My Knight In Shining Armor
I’ve never believed much in superheros
White knights and Superman saving the day
Yet I’ve always known that I needed saving
I never, ever dreamed it would come this way
I’d never dreamed a handsome movie star
Would come and rescue me from my lonely life
Yet I had always dreamed of being loved
I have found my true love in Jesus Christ
He’s my knight in shining armor
He’ll come riding on a white horse
He’s coming back as a warrior
He’s King of kings and Lord of lords
His banner will be over me
My knight is called Faithful and True
Leading the armies of heaven
My knight’s coming to my rescue
championoftheworldrikberry
—Champion of the World by Rik Berry (Brush of the Wind Gallery)
I used to dream about things that I wanted
About a house, some kids and a good guy
Today, I dream about the trumpet sound
And seeing Jesus in the clouds of the sky
I look forward with such intense longing
For my white knight to come and rescue me
And I’m looking forward to a perfect life
With the Lord Jesus Christ, my warrior king
He’s my knight in shining armor
He’ll come riding on a white horse
He’s coming back as a warrior
He’s King of kings and Lord of lords
His banner will be over me
My knight is called Faithful and True
Leading the armies of heaven
My knight’s coming to my rescue
By Janet Byers 1997
Oh my dear, perfect & unique they are.
Beautiful from afar, songs ov luv so dear.
Music stays in my ears, visitors from afar.
Will luv the prose, the way they play on.
From the stars, thru the hearts.
Thank you my dear for sharing, the beauty ov your heart.
Oh my dear, perfect & unique they are.
Beautiful from afar, songs ov luv so dear.
Music stays in my ears, visitors from afar.
Will luv the prose, the way they play on.
From the stars, thru the hearts.
Thank you my dear for sharing, the beauty ov your heart.
you are most welcome lady V.
everybody is enjoying your magical poetry stop. it is a wonderful stop indeed.
The Legend of King Arthur
Of Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne,
King Arthur I am to name;
Through Christendome and Heathynesse
Well knowne is my worthy fame.
In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;
I am a Christyan bore;
The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost,
One God, I doe adore.
In the four hundred ninetieth yeere,
Oer Brittaine I did rayne,
After my Savior Christ his byrth,
What time I did maintaine
The fellowshipp of the Table Round,
Soe famous in those dayes;
Whereatt a hundred noble knights
And thirty sat alwayes:
Who for their deeds and martiall feates,
As bookes done yett record,
Amongst all other nations
Wer feared through the world
And in the castle of Tyntagill
King Uther mee begate,
Of Agyana, a bewtyous ladye,
And come of hie estate.
And when I was fifteen yeere old,
Then was I crowned kinge:
All Brittaine, that was att an upròre,
I did to quiett bringe;
And drove the Saxons from the realme,
Who had opprest this land;
All Scotland then, throughe manly feates,
I conquered with my hand.
Ireland, Denmarke, Norwaye,
These countryes wan I all;
Iseland, Gotheland, and Swetheland;
And made their kings my thrall.
I conquered all Gallya,
That now is called France;
And slew the hardye Froll in feild,
My honor to advance.
And the ugly gyant Dynabus,
Soe terrible to vewe,
That in Saint Barnards mount did lye,
By force of armes I slew.
And Lucyus, the emperour of Rome,
I brought to deadly wracke;
And a thousand more of noble knightes
For feare did turne their backe.
Five kinges of paynims I did kill
Amidst that bloody strife;
Besides the Grecian emperour,
Who alsoe lost his liffe.
Whose carcasse I did send to Rome,
Cladd poorlye on a beere;
And afterward I past Mount-Joye
The next approaching yeere.
Then I came to Rome, where I was mett
Right as a conquerour,
And by all the cardinalls solempnelye
I was crowned an emperour.
One winter there I made abode,
Then word to mee was brought,
How Mordred had oppressd the crowne,
What treason he had wrought
Att home in Brittaine with my queene:
Therfore I came with speede
To Brittaine backe, with all my power,
To quitt that traiterous deede;
And soone at Sandwiche I arrivde,
Where Mordred me withstoode:
But yett at last I landed there,
With effusion of much blood.
For there my nephew Sir Gawaine dyed,
Being wounded in that sore
The whiche Sir Launcelot in fight
Had given him before.
Then chased I Mordered away,
Who fledd to London right,
From London to Winchester, and
To Cornwalle tooke his flyght.
And still I him pursued with speed,
Till at the last wee mett;
Wherby an appointed day of fight
Was there agreed and set:
Where we did fight, of mortal life
Eche other to deprive,
Till of a hundred thousand men
Scarce one was left alive.
There all the noble chivalrye
Of Brittaine took their end.
O see how fickle is their state
That doe on fates depend!
There all the traiterous men were slaine,
Not one escapte away;
And there dyed all my vallyant knightes.
Alas! that woefull day!
Two and twenty yeere I ware the crowne
In honor and great fame,
And thus by death was suddenlye
Deprived of the same.
Thomas Percy
That's a very good poem you've shared with Victoria, Clay.
That's a very good poem you've shared with Victoria, Clay.
thanks lady Ann.
glad you are enjoying the sights and sounds of Camelot.
You're welcome, Clay. I definitely am.
Avalon
by: Robert Elliott Gonzales (1888-1916)
Upon a high-raised hill in Avalon,
Four dragon sentinels with burnished scales
Keep ward and watch, and whether the sleets and hails
Of winter beat their caves, or in May magic the lawn.
Like a dull emerald smitten with the dawn,
Up brightens, guard and gleam; and still the Grail's
Enchaliced splendors shake over those sweet dales,
Where, 'neath a thick-leaved canopy unwithdrawn
Since the old days of Vivien's sorcery,
Sleeps Merlin in a nest of nightingales--
Thus one clear moment--then the vision fails,
As his, who lone on a wreak-littered lea
Has mocking glimpse of star-mist on the sails,
Of some great ship that lies out to sea.
