I'll ask you in a twilight's glow
to take my heart aloft into the sky
under an awe of a sunset halo
on the wings of love yielding we'll glide
to fly beyond in a tender embrace
where your beauty gives life to perfection
as our love inhales an unspoken grace
to tremble the height of our affection
when time offers its boundless compassion
to give in a lover's warm accession
from glorious interludes of passion
we leave feathered heartbeats in unison
on golden wings forged by love, we'll soar
as love is the ardent sky we adore
An accession occurs when a new monarch succeeds to the throne.
~The Poet~
A grand celebration held in nature.
The new monarch is royally ordained.
Seasons dictated by legislature,
Status of Autumn once again retained.
Autumn now crowned, moves to the royal throne.
As seasons pay homage to the new Queen.
Clad in crimson and gold, hues of her own.
With natures royal jewels, to be seen.
Summer takes leave and Fall is in control.
Resplendent in glorious gold jewels.
Her goal : Ease the heat with her heart and soul,
Providing a soft breeze that calms and cools.
Now emerald leaves become red and gold.
Fall's beauty, magnificent to behold.
God wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkeyGod wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkey
To dazzle the curious populace
That might wonder if now its the time and place
To shed the over familiar embrace
Of a pale, stale, overripe monarchy
The media's wet dream fantasy
Filling front pages with hyper hysteria,
'Did Andrew deflower a teenager under the wisteria...?'
What will it take for everyone to see,
He's no emperor and, without clothes on
He's as naked as you and me....
Some folks say unresolved anger causes depression
We know unresolved anger is a cause of aggression
Well, I’m here to make this unsolicited confession,
I would be a strong candidate to lead the procession
But first I want you to consider this little concession --
When depression subsides, I consider it a progression
For things always look up with a new upbeat accession,
A new attitude, peace of mind, and hope in possession
I’m exhibiting a new, welcome, and positive expression,
If only I could bottle and sell it as a cure for oppression!
Written April 24, 2022
That skin-and-bone-like,
Chocolate-colored veteran,
Fragile personality accession;
Ascends tallest of palms,
Committed to toddy-tap,
As it’s his hereditary profession...!
Driving upward and down,
Like a smart willing monkey,
He reaches the highest of height;
Sitting over the petite petioles,
As though it's a comfort car-seat,
Sets all spiders - meshes aright...!
Clears the now-soiled toddy-pots,
Crops the prolific flower-stumps,
Rectifies, like a surgeon, all clots;
Goes around the fronds gliding,
As though skiing on sky,
Support of nothing but angle-knots...!
Of all measures that attracts me,
Is his hurdling noble gallantly,
From one tree to another,
By way of stem-bridges;
There-from, like a rat,
Or as a missionary-squirrel,
On hard earth he reaches,
As though in water, he ditches...!
17 January 2022
Starlight stirs my coffee
the moon a soft croissant
hangs upon a painted sky
lilac or saffron my essence
new tidal ebb in accession
impassioned lyrical swells
rise as the sun falls we gaze
in a haze of dusty rhymes
biscuits await upon a doily
spiced rum waits for no one.
“… The 1986 revolution in the Philippines … brought an end to the martial law imposed by Marcos’ regime in 1972, and saw the accession to power of the first woman president, Cory Aquino.”
Freedom songs of militant optimism
Reigned with victorious patriotism
Liberty shouting spirit of volunteerism
Vanquishing oppressed activism…
Music reverberating freedom’s prevalence
Street dancing breaking Martial Law’s silence
Commending People power revolution excellence
God I thank for His bestowed historical opulence…
Such marked grand national milestone in my College days
Having first woman president along political race
After freedom-driven coup d’etat of peaceful ways
The Lord I praise for His provident grace…
Best of all is my spiritual freedom exposure
Midst university culture shock pressure
Genuine peace*, divine liberation I gained with pleasure
Through Jesus Christ the Saviour Who my eternity does assure.
*Romans 5:1 Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ.
March 12, 2020
1st place, "DANCE WITH ME" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kim Rodrigues; judged on 4/7/2020.
A heart's nobility
feeling's ethics
a journey of romance
beyond allure
emotions' adjure
for honestness
and soundness
that is sown
both by heart
and mind
in a gardern of joy
where lies wither
truth is harvested
love's accession
in the soul's throne
where life remains
peace rules
pain is vanquished.
Drencho POET Loads
When is the best time to ask the hardest question
Is it when I’m at my lowest and ready to break
Or is it when you have reached your accession
Either way the end result will always be heartache
The hardest question to ask is always a painful task
In my mind I ask “ how will she respond”
Will she be hiding her true face behind her mask
Or show her true feelings and beyond
I know the hardest question has to be asked right now
Time will stop and my heart will pause it’s beat
My heart strings ready to be played by the violin bow
In the back of my mind I’m thinking do I retreat
Here it goes, I ask the hardest question
Her face sunk into the floor as if made of concrete
I tried my hardest to use all my discretion
My words were not able to creep around and be discreet
How do we recover as a couple from this
Honestly, I’m not sure and we will have to take it slow
Fingers crossed with teamwork and love we can persist
And save this relationship and start again tomorrow
A waking lucidity has me now,
clasped in a permanent, fruitless embrace,
an odd twitching furrow controls my brow,
painless tear maps red bristled face.
My heart has stopped my feelings wandered,
I expect not aberration,
what I had I begrudgingly squandered,
anticipation, accession, my constellation.
It is a fearful thing to be ready to leave,
without sickness, sadness or reason,
but no alarm sings and none will grieve,
If I call it a day midseason.
Family and friends, from sickness or age,
have left me behind and I miss them,
Sensing the end, slowly turning the page,
to find cardboard and sleeve where was wisdom.
No God awaits, no heavenly gates,
no Satan, Mohammed or Scyth,
I did nothing great, followed no bait,
I'm belated, and shattered and rife.
A wonderful thing like a theory of string,
beckons its curled bony phalanx,
one last drink whilst I run out of ink,
as I prepare to address this imbalance.
what a wonder that strained my heart as you left us with no farewell.
our hearts were dazed as your body body lay down and you awaken.
with the whole of our breathe our eyes purge out crying.
you hear us speak but we hear you not neither see you wandering the earth.
we proclaim our love for you that you be our friend in the spirit.
be more close to us that no mystery will spot our heads and the secrets of the political loots will be unveil,
and the destroyers our nation will be nail.
though many call you akudaya cos they care not of your prowess.
you are not dead but being transform to be out of mess.
be close to me that you will deal with those enslaving us.
show us the way in appointing leaders through God,
cos you are now in the position of saying the truth than our pastors.
while your body is given to the earth, you will always be the best of friends.
don't be far from us to daily see you before your accession to heaven.
And saw i the dead,
Toss around as they fled.
By levitation did they arose,
To before the throne before the day doze.
Saw i them old and young,
Fat,thin and some like throng.
Summoned was they by the law of levitation,
To present their deeds for accession.
Then in beguiled time flipp'd like the cover of a book,
Saw i variant species of book.
Before one whose name is not known;
One that excellent shone within his throne.
And then did temprount swapped my gaze,
And wroth it to a book of books face.
By mind twas 'Book of Life',
But by eye the spirit lent a strife.
The book and it's owner did their path,
And bid farewell to stainers to the lake part.
Then were the preachers held in his sanctuary;
Now it's known that only the dead will hence to judgement factory.
C.2017
She peruses the paper each morning, and the cartoons for laughs
Then she reads letters from the public
Most of these letters are responded to by her staff
She is briefed daily on matters of policy and politics
She meets privately with the prominent and those of fame
And gives out awards and medals
She is from a tradition of times medieval
If she knights you, Sir, precedes your name
When meeting her, women curtsy
While gentlemen bow to Her Majesty
She has reigned with grace
And is loved by people from many places
The daughter of King George VI and Queen Elizabeth
Her accession to the throne was in 1952
After her father's death
In 1953 she became Queen Elizabeth Ii
Oh damn any nonsense accession!
That so called Lion of Kashmir
Had signed,
Bowed before an Indian woman minister,
Had half-cut hair, an instrumental seductress—
I have heard.
Withdraw your troops!
Why this border between us?
We have our brothers and sisters across,
Don’t you understand???
As you have halved Our land into two?
And gifted some to China!
Oh God we poor people are occupied--now for long;
We flutter as parrots in cage,
And no one ever has ever felt our pain.
If You Yourself come to our aid?
Adieu the king,
Long live the king:
The crown was in the grove
Where his forebears dwell
In their majestic transfiguration;
There he would inherit the fiat,
The power to say and to be;
In the grove of royal tutorial
Where prince became king
Where ancient secrets were learnt
The tryst of the dead and the living
Forest of rite of accession.
There fortune anointed me,
Made venus’s heart my portion:
The royal heiress smiled at me,
Her eyelids blinked and blinked,
Like fire fighters’ ambluance,
Her boby moving ups and downs
Like a piston of new brand auto
As she nailed her eyes on me
She made my spot her path
By my side she offered me wine
In a royal calabash of symbol
And laid her hand on me
Like a bed spread on yielding matress
Instantly I woke from my slumber
Like a chameleon rewinding back its tongue
And she piloted me to the chamber
In the interior of the royal
Where many games were offered;
Ludo and chess I did not play,
But played love with my princess;
Sure the gods are wise:
A night in the royal grove,
Remains love of my life.
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