The beast Alhambra
roared a violent psalm
Vile conversos
horrid moriscos,
the heretic herds
A spear thrust into
our sun’s martyred ribs
Held in hateful grips
the yellow warblers
dripped in crimson sheen
Flying like Michael
the vengeful vassal
of Aragon’s decree
“O Torquemada
Hark the righteous call
King of Suprema
Execute them all!”
Cold unfeeling wretch,
the flesh guillotine
Teeth clicking sparks
lit endless pyres
Three made Seville
weep at the sight of Friars
Categories:
aragon, christian, history, horror, islamic,
Form: Rhyme
Spanish glance
in fields of Aquinas cascades
fur lined trees
Lemons as sweet to taste
Wild African violets
New poetry
in the clothe of Aragon
the clasp of love indefinitely
the finesse of ease
near the village
breathing in
fairest church, moss side
Firmament bequeathed
at oceans ride
Categories:
aragon, appreciation,
Form: Free verse
Now stand you on the top of happy hours—
Or so the mirrors 'round your glass realm show
Man of beauty, charm, and stunning power,
I will cackle as you are brought down low.
For though you claim a crown of gilded wind
And stride upon a path of shining zinc
What are you but a foolish child chagrined
Content in pretending to wisely think?
Fall to your knees, young Tudor King, and plead
For mercy from the crown of marigold
Only to find that thy high pride shall bleed
As all your pyrite sword has slain, tenfold,
For as young Cath'rine sits upon her throne
She waits to dine upon your heart of stone.
Categories:
aragon, abuse, anger, dark, extended
Form: Sonnet
A hero that fights with swords forged for battles
Swords forged by a blacksmither called Eris
Swords which were handed to Jeffrey
A warrior known for his victories in battles
Battles which were fought with glory.
Souls which went straight to its glory.
A hero cannot control his dentiny
Its destiny which controls a hero
A hero hunts for its prey with arrows
Arrows which are fetched with wood and stone
Stones which are turned into sharp shaffs
Designed to hunt for its prey
A hero sometimes scavenges for its meals
sometimes its prey runs away from a hero
Sometimes a hero starves for days
Wishing it had a meal to eat.
A hero doesn't rest until it known for his victories
Victories which become a part of a historical legend.
legends which become a part of history.
Categories:
aragon, fantasy,
Form: Ballad
I love you
mi princesa
much like Henry VIII
should have loved Catherine...
I will never forsake you
or betray you
as he did to she
one day you shall bare a son...
God is on our side
no need of Pope
there will be no divorce
No Anne Boleyn...
We are secure in our castle
we declare, "we are."
between roses I am born
with you I am alive...
Never will you be forgotten
together we grow old
you will always be my queen
in threads of silver and gold...
Categories:
aragon, beauty,
Form: Free verse
clerihew
Behold Cath'rine of Aragon
after six children whereupon
from Henry an annulment was said.
Somehow she managed to keep her head.
2-2-2012
Categories:
aragon, 11th grade, husband, wife,
Form: Clerihew