Poems

sir, I can sense you're in a rush
so focused on your latest crush
you spin me tales of ageless love
and vegetables, lord above!
make the sun run, how bold, indeed
but if you are sir, to succeed
at first you must present a ring
then I shall listen to you sing
about the Ganges, and the sun
and how you plan to make it run
or else, your lust will turn to dust
and I'll refuse it, as I must
time's winged chariot does grow near
and I see it is late, oh dear
my other suitor's coming soon
the thought of him does make me swoon
I'll leave you then, to contemplate
but not too long, or you'll be late


Author notes: https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44688/to-his-coy-mistress a response to To His Coy Mistress

we gather at the table, round
for there is evil to confound
our armor long has lost its shine
but yet again, there is no sign
the lake still still, its lady sleeps
Excalibur lies in its deeps

we gather at the table, round
some happy to be homeward bound
some desperate for news from home
homes they've forgotten as they roam
and some embrace their nomad life
the only home they know is strife

we gather at the table, round
for there is evil to confound
and tell our tales of how we fail
drink from plain cups, no holy grail
and toast the lady of the lake
oh, how we long to see her wake

we gather at the table, round
but yet again, no sign is found
the hand won't rise above the lake
Excalibur, it's telltale wake
is still asleep, so not this year
but someday, Arthur will appear


Author notes: https://allpoetry.com/contest/2795123-The-legend-of-king-Arthur-