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Farewell to Camelot

Farewell to Camelot

A Poem by Dara

My thoughts as Jan. 20th approaches.


Farewell dear Camelot
no longer can she hold,
the rich man cometh
whose malice was foretold.

All the King's horses
and all the King's men
can ne'er her greatness
bring back again.

The castle has fallen
'midst havoc and hate
and noble kings and queens
must face their own mistakes.

© 2017 Dara

Author's Note


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'Farewell dear Camelot ~~ no longer can she hold, ~~ the rich man cometh ~~ whose malice was foretold.'

I'm reading this by chance, Dara.. and am so glad to do so. I dont usually read through others' reviews but realised that the date above was what i thought it to be, wanted to check.

Three months ahead, time swept caution aside maybe, so many people worldwide are sitting on the edge of their chairs, wondering what the hell is ahead. Won't go into the news, we all know it or should at least be aware. So to your poem. ..

The words you use, express the state of rank and realm, play with Arthurian myth and touches of past history.. it's a very clever write. You're a brave poet. Don't ever be silenced. Not that a woman can be, of course ! :)

Posted 10 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Funny but by nature I am less than outspoken but find a release through poetry. Unfortunately were I.. read more

10 Months Ago

Observing and listening has its uses, as long as one is open to changes of mind now and again. It's.. read more
You express your thoughts well and with grace, not present in the current climate, I am afraid. It's going to be a bumpy ride the next four to eight years (yes I said eight -- if history has taught us anything it's a frustrated opposition may sabotage itself) -- the world needs to hope that it's just a bump in the road.
A wonderful poem btw

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you for your encouraging words. Sometimes (most of the time) I tend to wear my heart on my sl.. read more
now now Dara ... time for us all to come together ..opposing views and freedom to express are so much of what we stand for ..but the election is over ... inauguration day is a celebration .. of all that is USA .. a time to come together in everyone hoping things will be better ... the economy, our safety, cost of living, wages etc etc...perhaps we will all be surprised in a good way .. with the exception to gas prices life has gone no-where in the last 10 far as gov. involvements .. if President Elect doesn't perform well.....there will be another election in 2020 right?
i am intrigued to know the prophecy you speak of in V1 L4 ...the parallels you draw with Camelot are romantic ..i like it ..lots of hope there .. interesting you call Camelot a "she" ;)
chin up my friend .. lets hold hands and see what happens ... hoping for all the best eh!?

Posted 1 Year Ago

Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

:))))))))) expression and discussion (respectful discussion) is so much of what America is all about.. read more

1 Year Ago

You are so right. Many thanks for taking the time to read and letting me know how you feel. It's alw.. read more
Einstein Noodle

1 Year Ago

and always a pleasure to stop by your "place" ;)
Very eloquently put, Dara. I find myself constantly haunted and terrorized by the coming horror. If only we could jump off this crazy train and let those who voted for him ride it on to destruction..

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 Year Ago

Thank you Sam, well said! I keep hoping it's a bad dream and one morning we'll simply wake up and it.. read more

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Added on January 14, 2017
Last Updated on January 20, 2017




I am a retired teacher who has just recently discovered the joy of writing poetry. Formerly known as Passion Flower, I decided to publish using my own name. My poetry is simple and from the heart whi.. more..


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