Alphanumeric emergency is her agency of supremacy,
press your neck with a kiss ment for carniverous kinesthetics,
move you into a position of requisition, repitition aphyxiated with joy,
she can always be found on the border of banishment and bedlam,
bedevil you between hesitation & aggression, hug you inbetween love & anger,
place a soul betwixt a lamb and lion, orchestrate necessity with a natural nimbleness,
ask one to trample or tumble upon the question mark,
numb you as a plumb hung on a ledge too long,
she'll say thank you as your resources become a subject of ridicule
and when the lungs of childhood age with exhaustion from hailing her
more effort she will exhort, bite you on the fingertip of surrender
reminding us that glory is a growl from the jaws of jealousy,
earthy are her entanglements,
healthy her arrangements,
keep you searching for fragments on battlefronts -
J.A.B.
Categories:
battlefronts, dance,
Form: Ode
In the thickets of the forests and grooves
On the paths through the deserts and the wild
Walked in the robe of nobility
The one who defied the wind and tidal wave
Who throned on a mighty white horse
Decked in regalia of a consummate conqueror
A blue-blooded woman that ascended a throne
In the reign of men, under a the glare of a proud race
Her power and dominion beyond the great Elizabeth
Her rule grim and firm than Margaret Thatcher’s
The wind and wave did her bidding at battlefronts
She was ruthless and wise in governance
Her sword thrusted to the sand blood and hearts of men at war
Bent on conquest she knew no defeat
Bu spoils, plunders of warriors, kings and horses
She held court over men of wisdom and age
She dispensed justice with dispassion
She rode home in triumphant sound of trumpets
To the waiting arms of loyal subjects and servants
In the days when women stood in full heights.
Categories:
battlefronts, men,
Form: Ode