Oh Camelot Dost Yea Ear Mime Poetry

Oh Camelot
Dost Yea Ear
Mime Poet Tree -
bark ring
ping aloud cries
Dust thy HeART
pitter patter rein
bite bullets rain -
down holey pits
Rat a Tap
TAPS holes echo lone
thy widow tear -
RIP torn asunder panes
Oh Camelot dew dye
died pain stains
pour yea pores -
mourning blues
Amazing Grace
Funeral march cadence;
 forever even -
more Camelot Bee Gone.

Crack thy whips
soul lightening tale
grave electrocution -
sole elocution last Will
Testament
bee cold chill
shriek shivers quilted
epitaph TAPS -
RIP HeARTBeats twill
Thou admit that Live
does bud blossom
 dye Rose livelong journey –
where upon
Its thorns
it will RIP prick
to wilt away that Rose
upon coffin -
Camelot enclosure.

Bee bygone Camelot
naught’d knot knock, knock
hollow grail –
cuppeth runneth over
Dyed Dreams
awash night mares neighing
No More
No More craven –
headless poet
Too BEE Nottingham Bard
evolving rhyme
troubadour revolving time –
Knights A Round Table
The Circle
The Center
The Compass
The Spokes;
Bee Camelot
Sentinel Guardian’s Dreams.

Oh Camelot dye
Three Kings were bullet
Rat a TAPS slain
“I Have A Dream” sequester
Mourning dashed be hope
flooding dawn sorrows
Amazing forevermore tear drops -
Saving Grace
Knot festered dye
petrified pricked open
scrabble wounds
a Cross preying -
verse worn words
Too Bee Gone Camelot
amid pyre burnt as ashes;
Oh Phoenix Dream
Awake Camelot’s scream ~
Dost Yea Ear Mime Poetry.

(Too Be bequeath -
be HEADed for more pleaded stanza
craven endless lines)

WE BEE
 Camelot’s Three K-ings
who have that
“I Have A Dream” proclamation
Giving ALL Americans Hope
in an inclusive society
that embraced human equality
That NO One Man
NO One Party
NO One CrASS
 will became  overlord Autocrats
WE hold hands
as neighbors in Camelot’s:
The Circle
The Center
The Compass
The Spokes
(In Loving America)

Note: While only one man last name was King, all three last names started with Camelot’s K.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Oh Camelot Dost Yea Ear Mime Poetry

Oh Camelot, Dost Yea Ear, Mime Poet Tree; bark ring ping - aloud cries
Dust thy HeART, pitter patter rein, bite bullets rain - down holey pits     
Rat a Tap, TAPS holes echo lone, thy widow tear - RIP torn asunder panes
Oh Camelot dew dye, died pain stains, pour yea pores - mourning blues
Amazing Grace Funeral march cadence; forever even - more Camelot Bee Gone.

Crack thy whips, soul lightening tale, grave electrocution - sole elocution last Will
Testament, bee cold chill, shriek shivers quilted, epitaph TAPS - RIP HeARTBeats twill
Thou admit that Live does bud blossom dye Rose livelong journey – where upon
Its thorns, it will RIP prick, to wilt away that Rose, upon coffin - Camelot enclosure.

Bee bygone Camelot naught’d knot knock, knock, hollow grail – cuppeth runneth over
Dyed Dreams, awash night mares neighing, No More, No More craven – headless poet
Too BEE Nottingham Bard evolving rhyme, troubadour revolving time – Knights Round Table
The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes; Bee Camelot - Sentinel Guardian’s Dream.

Oh Camelot dye, Three Kings were bullet Rat a TAPS slain, “I Have A Dream” - blood sequester
Mourning dashed be hope, flooding dawn sorrows, Amazing forevermore tear drops - Saving Grace
Knot festered dye, petrified pricked open scrabble wounds, a Cross preying - verse worn words
Too Bee Gone Camelot, amid pyre burnt as ashes; Oh Phoenix Dream Awake Camelot’s scream ~
Dost Yea Ear Mime Poetry.

(Too Be bequeath - be HEADed for more pleaded stanza, craven endless lines)

WE BEE Camelot’s Three K-ings, who have that “I Have A Dream” proclamation
Giving ALL Americans Hope, in an inclusive society that embraced human equality
That NO One Man, NO One Party, NO One CrASS will became overlord Autocrats
WE hold hands as neighbors in Camelot’s: The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes
(In Loving America)

Note: While only one man last name was King, all three last names started with Camelot’s K.

HeArtMosphere Poet