Portrait from rockls.com
Now that I take to the stage
All high and mighty to the core
Should I break into rapturous song
And dazzle all from shore to shore.
Lancelot
Chasing winds
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When lyric and prose
So lodged within me
Unuttered and mute
Yet visible and bright!
O fate,
Magic and chance
Tis the gall of time!
Lancelot
A Day In The Poet’s Life
Letters from jesswick.com
Sunrise and morning light
And the sight of melting snow.
Chirping birds and blue skies
And the sun burning bright.
Midday and silent mind
A melody of verse.
Shadows of afternoon,
A mark of tiring day.
Sunset and evening fall,
A slumber of thought.
Lancelot
On My Thirty-Third Year
A poem inspired by Milton’s ‘On His Blindness’
23 April 2015
WHEN I look at Time departed and now,
And that promise which lighted my childhood,
Still fading and deserting me somehow,
I see the mark of that which has long stood.
My luck is gone, and my hope is all spent,
My greater talents be yet unfulfilled,
And the genius seems conquered at present,
Yet there be no opening to rebuild.
I still have time before my adult year,
And still this one Talent left to decide
As I behold this manhood that I fear,
Which comes to me wholly prepared and wide,
Or perhaps my verse should rekindle my stay,
To once more lead and see my brighter day.
Lancelot
Even Though I Am Not
EVEN though I am not
That which I was meant to be,
The day remains very young
And softer be Her palms
And goodly fortunes bare.
Lancelot
Modern Masters
Showstoppers reign supreme
Golden talents on show
Spectacles of highs unknown
Cheering masses in awe!
To Wordsworth
Portrait by Benjamin Robert Haydon
Tell me who did lay the first brick
To a dome higher than glamorous peak.
Whose charms and power
Do aloft mountains soar.
Who sang at best
Like sweet nightingales.
Lancelot
On His Poetry
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AND now that I stare my twilight of youth
With my verse and my career still as bright,
And my bardhood still awakening from sleep,
I do spread my wings and rise from the ash.
Lancelot
Farewell My Valentine
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FAREWELL my Valentine
For time nears the sunset
And night breaks the twain
The parting day is set.
Farewell my Valentine
For this love is dull
And fickle be a heart
A heart so brittle.
Lancelot
For Better For Worse
Picture from NYTimes.com
When the sickness comes
So early in spring,
Forlorn it becomes
The clime of sweet thing.
The wind blows the day,
And the thread shall tear,
But vows will not sway
Nor love cease the care.
Lancelot
