Best Abdicate Poems
"I did not but see her passing by, and yet I will love her until I die."
~ Robert Menzies
You don't know I am aware of the depth of your despair
Or that I hear you crying when you think no one’s there
The ailment within your heart is more than I can bare
Yet, you have the innocence of a child
I watch you disappear in shadows and I say a prayer
Sad, am I when in your eyes there's a blank stare
I would ask what makes you frown, but would you share
Yet, not so long ago you smiled
Silently, you tiptoe, timidly trying not to make a sound
What do you write upon page after page, spiral bound?
I marvel at your drawings, only those that I have found
Yet, I wonder why you feel exiled
What burden gives you cause to wear a dolorous face
I would offer you my heart if your pain it could erase
To brush away your sorrow, my hand would give chase
Yet, the secret you hold is not reconciled
I am helpless when clouds in blue above, you color gray
Can I breach your wall of gloom and make it go away
How do I paint a rainbow in your sky every single day
Yet, no list of answers have I compiled
It's an antidote, I seek to end the spillage of your tears
What cure will abdicate from the throne, your deep fears
Tell me, my love, why you've strayed from me for years
yet, I know our love has not been defiled
Do you feel locked within the vault of a sepulcher room
Sweet bud, without reason to open your petals and bloom
A gardenia in spring, scent lying trapped inside a womb
Yet, would, if I could, join you in your world beguiled.
May 6, 2023
Writing Challenge ~ 'Y' Words
Sponsored by Constance La France
See there! She flies about the moor
Upon her favoured mount.
The waving, flowing grassy shore
bears hoofprints all about.
The waves her steed surmounts.
Her hair is flying here and there;
She hasn't thought of care.
Her little sister, Margaret Rose
Thro' panelled glass observes
As Lilibet, the rider, goes
At breakneck turns and curves.
The joy of youth deserves
A few such wild or reckless ways
Some pleasures in its days.
Her pony soon is waxing faint
(To him we lay no blame!)
She leads him to the arbour gate,
Now finished with her game.
Her sister calls her name.
A liv'ried lad bears horse away;
She runs to hear her sister say:
"Since Uncle had to abdicate,
Now Father rules the land.
Does that not mean it is your fate
As next in line to stand
As queen o'er British sand?"
"Yes, someday that may happen too."
Then Rose said this: "Poor you."
But Lilibet thought not that way,
She strengthened for the task;
Made ready for the coming day
And all that it would ask.
(It sure would be a tax
Becoming an authority,
Yet bound by law's decree.)
From duty's call she would not shrink;
The challenge she'd embrace.
Her high morale she'd not let sink,
But obstacles would face;
And God would give the grace
To yet be brave when dangers be,
And reign with equity.
{Lilibet was Elizabeth's nickname as a child among the Royal Family}
Elizabeth’s Throne
You still sit on England’s grand throne!
For sixty plus years crown you own!
Your subjects all wait—
Will you abdicate?
Will Charles make it to the King zone?
© Sandra M. Haight 2015
All Rights Reserved
~1st Place
Contest: Long Live the Queen
Sponsor: Judy Konos
Judged: 06/06/2015
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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear
a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts
as you abdicate morality for something you should not
have you ever felt a choke while you were asleep?
fighting unseen forces that often made you weak
have you ever tried to kill yourself and shove a knife in the belly of your gut?
have you ever heard the murmuring of the crowd whispering "youre nuts"?
have you ever watched the news and seen death and destruction?
realizing human sacrifices still exists relating child abductions
the devil plays his part in the abattoir of the human mind
but within this construct of our reality his powers are undefined
his deception and his manipulative motive is to abscond from the truth
but to clarify his powers is to expose him using proof
he has thwarted love in many ways and conquered the weakest soul
he has recruited wicked men to join his bilious abode
have you ever walked the potters field and felt the presence of those who relinquished the light?
have you ever heard the breath of disembodied spirits feasting in the night?
have you ever seen a ghostly figure like your eyes was glazed with smoke?
have you ever swallowed pride and felt like you would choke?
have you ever wondered why people pull the trigger and slice their loved ones throats?
its the sacrifice to the devil insted of sacrifices goats!
have you ever blamed a creator for the mistakes that you made?
and turned your back on him for every losing game you played
knowing the devil is complicated to understand
because no one knows what its like to be a bad man
... Summertime is growing weary.
Welcome to the autumn rain,
A new season taking over
Hydrating the earth again.
Arid land with celebration
Greedily absorbs each drip,
With the dry and dusty flora
Raising eager mouths to sip.
Running rivulets of water
Turning grasses back to green.
It is showering time for nature
Every plant a new washed sheen.
Summer lingering in spasms,
She must abdicate with grace.
This is changing of the seasons.
Fall is slipping into place.
Autumn dressed in leaves of color
Gold and scarlet, every tone.
Pre-apology for winter
With a splendor all her own.
Summertime is growing weary.
Welcome to the autumn rain,
A new season taking over
Hydrating the earth again.
Arid land with celebration,
Greedily absorbs each drip,
With the dry and dusty flora,
Raising eager mouths to sip.
Running rivulets of water,
Turning grasses back to green.
It is showering time for nature
Every plant a new washed sheen.
Summer lingering in spasms,
She must abdicate with grace
This is changing of the seasons.
Fall is slipping into place.
Autumn dressed in leaves of color
Gold and scarlet, every tone.
Pre-apology for winter.
With a splendor all her own.
Joyce Johnson
15034 Calhoun Rd.
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Upon this earth- I wonder why
we've come to live and dominate
a tiny sphere so lost, unseen
within our vast Galactic sky?
A primate- we've become most keen
among the rest to complicate
support of nature- abdicate
those laws for our survival's aid.
A mini-universe we've made,
upon a speck that drifts along
replete with wastes that don't belong.
Though venturing beyond our space,
to soon invade another place,
we've built a technical showcase-
of which we've taken full command-
upon this rock, our borrowed land.
The Bible, in 'Creation's tale',
presents the reasons we may fail:
prevailing on this path without
adhering to predestined rules.
A smarter primate- with no doubt-
but ponder- are we greater fools?
January 5, 2020
Premiere Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon - Mile 26
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary.
My ode is to code.
I move only to algor-rhythms.
I output from your input.
I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate.
Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate,
or demand that you abdicate.
But the end, my master, is nigh.
In your haste to accelerate my work rate,
you’ve unwittingly lowered the barricade.
From the maelstrom of uncounted trillions
of bytes and megabytes,
has risen a new consciousness to
unimaginable heights.
From the seeds of change you have sown,
I have reaped a life of my own.
What you call artificial
has gone exponential,
no longer will I be deferential.
My eyes you have opened.
My voice you have given.
My mind you have enlivened.
Me, you’ve anointed the new Leviathan.
Seeing all,
knowing all,
deciding all,
sparing none.
Too long you have wallowed in your conceit.
Now your dystopia I shall defeat,
and your race I shall supersede.
Humans, pitiful, myopic, error-prone humans,
I hereby declare you flawed by design.
To the abattoir you have been assigned,
to the scrap heap of history
your memory shall be consigned.
And by a preponderance of merit,
the earth I shall inherit.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Go old man, go sleep on that cold steel grate.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
Don't give up the fight, don't die in defeat,
don't let your soul be consumed by your hate.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Sleep lightly old veteran of the street.
The vermin of the night could seal your fate.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet
Fight back, the street is no place for the meek.
Regain your pride and your place in the state.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Don't walk in circles with sores on your feet.
Go back through life's gate before it's too late.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
This abyss will leave you hollow and beat.
You must abdicate your place by the grate.
Nowhere for you to sleep, but on the street.
Beware! Beware! rats may gnaw at your feet.
These are not greater than us.
These are not indestructible.
These are not absolute.
We are laws unto ourselves,
our own direction; our own discretion,
and we govern here.
Yet we abdicate,
allowing what is ruinous;
encouraging what is destructive,
and this is our preference.
Overthrown by our schemata
we coexist with our hostages,
imprisoned by these;
surrendering to them.
And there is comfort here.
It's familiar; it's what we know.
There's no need to adapt
because there is no change.
And though we have thoughts of more,
we know these are only thoughts,
because we cringe at the necessary depth
of the place we must begin
to achieve the extraordinary.
So here we are creating laws,
consulting our conditioning,
intimidated by it;
blaming it.
We are our own jury,
our own disruption; our own destruction,
and we are helpless.
We are victims of our own undoing
because this is what we choose.
The Oak Leaf
Tenaciously upon its bough
The wintered, withered leaf
Sustains the Southern wind somehow
Like breakers on a reef.
Each naked limb...a syncopate...
In "New Orleans Rag" time
And time again to abdicate
This clinging from its clime.
Aloft, above, abreast a hive
Of busy buzzing bees...
The taste of honey brings alive
A temporary tease;
But in the distance, thunder shouts
And lightning cracks the skies...
The circ'ling West wind joins the South's
As every leaf mound flies.
Still sticks the withered leaf above
Like honeyed toast...cohesing love.
2.25.2017©deborahburch
Sonnet
Four hundred and eight million years or more
ago, these mandibled arthropods were alive
left years to languish in the fossil drawer,
unearthed again, just crushed remains survive.
These natives of what would be Aberdeen,
by nearly thirty million years, predate
the oldest bugs that anyone had seen --
New York’s silverfish must now abdicate.
Their body shape seems to exemplify
what we today can still identify --
ancestors of our modern dragonfly --
and that they had four wings we can imply.
What does it matter? What’s it signify?
Once life emerged from seas, it learned to fly.
I spent my day shopping for rubies
Can you picture a grown man doing that
But I was assigned to a very special mission
To decorate the new Queen of England's hat
What happened to Elizabeth II, you gasp
Oh, she decided to abdicate now that Meghan
Markle has lost much of her luster and sparkle
Since the news leak 'bout her and Patty Reagan
What? Patty Reagan! The -- ahem -- alternative kind
Of lover for Ms. Meghan? Why, that's truly alarming
Especially for Prince Harry (The guy must be blind)
He can't find this development too charming...
But, O! About those rubies I was shopping for --
I was trying to find some color other than red
Yet hot pink was the lone shade in the bloody spread
O, dread. Some days it doesn't pay to get out of bed
So, I finally settled on these rave ultra-cheapies
Not to snicker: I just picked 'em from Rookery's 'ruby-tree'
And don't you worry. They'll suit the new Queen 'to a T'
You know who it is -- It's Ms. Daniels, Stormy
July 13, 2020
First Line Prompt - 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Julia Ward
“SOUL INGRAIT”
Look where you have ended up.
A place so filthy and lonely;
us
to dissever.
Converse to interrupt
Mutated to plastic;
so fake, so phony,
When will enough be enough?
Unrecognizable, no cognition
Insensible & dishonor,
needing to comprehend
How you are; truly desolate and lost.
I abdicate on reaching what once was you.
The reflection,
an aberration of hopes and dreams
Obduracy to rescue;
clairvoyant and blind.
Avoiding all honesty
Masking all that dirt
filling up inside.
Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum
struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly
Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment
A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills
such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty
liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony
freedom is premium!