Web of friendship

Don't lose touch
But do loosen grip
Let your clutch
Slide but not slip

You are a web
Of elastic strings
Each one can ebb
Each resonance sings

Cast wide your net
For diverse returning
The more give you let
The greater the earning

You will pick harvest
From miles beyond
No better invest
Than a stronger bond

In Avalon

He lies waiting in restful Avalon
Noble Arthur, the once and always King
Awaiting his final majestic quest
To save this land when its need is greatest
To again rise and grasp Excalibur

So why, my friend, did we not see his steed
Memorialised in the weave of Hastings

He did not rise to fight for either rose
When the most noble north was torn in two

Cromwell did not face the round table's ire
When the line of kings fell before his might

And when German bombers lit up the sky
They were not felled by the lake lady's sword

Some take this to mean Arthur does not wait
He died a mighty but still mortal man
I shiver instead that he does still lie
And waits for a danger beyond his strength
Leaving us without the hope of legend

Slanted Walk

I took a peek outside my door
To a street I thought I'd seen before
Yet my memory is unsure
Small things are impure
Still, to adventure!
Up, you curs
Step forward hims theys and hers
No time to be adverse
Or be fearing the hearse
Things could be worse
As the road still curves
Don't trip on curbs
Or be perturbed
Your echo reverbs
Over weed and herbs
Yet, madams and sirs
We always respond to lures
The small similarity endures
Familiar feelings soon ensure
You forget differences from before
And return to your well known door

On Personification

Let me lay a couple lines about personification
Granting the innate some living characterization
A grand poetic gesture giving insight into creation
That actual people callously disregard without hesitation

A tree will always stand tall to provide shade for the weary
But our mentors will have off days to be quietly teary
Stones will represent the hardest of human hearts in the wild
Yet will not erode in seconds from the touch of a young child

The ambitious sky will stretch on to countless infinites
Which humans circle in a day while watching mini TVs
A beck will spring life eternally, whistling a beautiful tune
Whereas creatives need time for tea and biscuits each afternoon

The moon, they are ever changing, but in a smooth and gradual way
People can stay the same for years, then have two epiphanies in a day
Personification are beautiful, and can be viewed as true when
You accept the inconsistency that resides in every human