Crowned Head Poems - Poems about Crowned Head

...Quiet thunder Sovereign prince crowned head First Father Righteousness lead Nazareth a place in Israel Blessed named NaZaire Name NaZaire from Latin Nazareus derived from Run NaZair......Read the rest...

...Was he passing a baton my way that Friday, his last dawn, last day in flesh that felt? The poet in me thinks that’s so, for barely had I gained the door of Carol’s home (addressed my chair) when Bi......Read the rest...

...Spring’s leading light has challenged Winter’s rule. The ancient king, befouled, erupted from his early morning slumbering And marched about his fortress Enraged and raging. His fury exploded a......Read the rest...

...The life of a crowned head The king of Norway sat in his small living room thinking how he ended up in a democracy where everyone are equals, some more than others like the so-called shipping ......Read the rest...

...Delusion of Grandeur! I know not Maybe i'm high,maybe not But burnin' in me are now the flames once drenched in mournful tears, neath the timid soul in fear; now ready to shine and surge. I......Read the rest...

...From the river bank, a water course cannot be changed take the risk and go mid-stream short cuts are easy and cheap but with straight forward deadly consequences. Water is confirmed to be......Read the rest...

...Waterloo 200 years ago Wellington and Blucher with soldiers made up of ruffians and ISIS type henchmen, beat Napoleon’s army won and that was sad kings and the nobility continued to rule une......Read the rest...

...A proud bird fan-struts across the grass; feathered-eyes, full-flared. Yellow, blue and green neon glows, in the afternoon sunlight’s rays. Crowned head, held high; puffed breast, shiny......Read the rest...

...A proud bird, fan-struts across the grass; feathered-eyes, full-flared. Yellow, blue and green neon glows, in the afternoon sunlight’s rays. Crowned head, held high; puffed breast, shin......Read the rest...

...On the seat of crowned head that bled for the dead Sat another which the wrong road he tread and led Then another and another and another Till all crowned heads put the rest to bed! Michael......Read the rest...

...My belly of thoughts clings to my backbone Never hungry, always starving of poetry Which can not exactly capture your spotlessness Mama learned me this knowledge of nature: A full stomach of ideas su......Read the rest...

...Long ago, one Christmas morn, in a stable a child was born Innocent, helpless and small How could we believe He’d someday die to save us all? On His mother He depended for his every need How then cou......Read the rest...

...Death of The Half Monkey King ( for my friend Neil Lloyd ) Cave men half human monkeys Sat gibbering and snarling Perched all around his garden wall Bestial vandals waving sticks and spea......Read the rest...

...Flying the flag of crossbone and skull Templar fleets fled a coup d'etat bold looked upon as pirates of the high sea reduced to mere criminals from powers that be Like the robin hoods of sherwo......Read the rest...