Best Aristocracy Poems
Place parsed pennies, purposely upon pretty porcelain palms.
The wanderer, restrained her raised ranting wrists!
She fell to her Humpty Dumpty position,
unable to ever be put back together again...
Each of us witnessed her fall,
yet we failed to gather those colourful leaves.
I believe we could have laid them at the base of her wall.
She sees the trees as he increases her diseases.
Deepening predatory penetrations as he pleases!
Cracking, fracking, hating, taking, and breaking.
Bringing about disappearing, as pain stains, her shamed awakening!
If we could have, would we have, mournfully watched?
Or instead, would we have held her wrists,
pulled at reddened panties, excruciated her sufferings?
Instead, we placated horrific tugged observations,
waited, pretended to see nothing,
drank our mocha-chino from starry cups!
we sat and licked our lips to the calming sound of muzak,
preferring voyeuristic aristocracy.
Oh how she cursed his kissing and biting,
the sucking of her Texan black gold!
All the while he praised her caged loins,
filling a billion barrels with her oil...
Until the time her flame set fire to his cursed wanting!
Until she summoned the winds from the east.
It was time to birth the spawn of his treachery.
Lava poured forth from mountainous risings!
He must suckle upon her displeasure,
until like creosol, his noxious presence,
combines with his own wasted wood.
Thus preserving his monumental failures,
encasing them within layers of his strangled death!
A voice called out from the West, "Where is the foolish man?
Who is left to sing about his great accomplishments?
His peculiar monuments have been laid to waste,
not a single brick remains in it's place."
No one is left to excavate the woeful forgotten.
She "Mother" seeps into the soil to reclaim his blood,
her womb is once again fertile.
She asks "Do we wish to begin again?"
The start of a great pause stings her ears!
She looks and understands,
"It is no longer good.”
* This one is for my Mommy, her Mommy ETC- the lucky ones.
Nourishment- encouragement.
Minister of all heart's treasure
Donor of the kindest pleasure
Infinite love, no measure
Powerful embraces, your leisure.
Sublime being, forever proud
Never shallow, nor a shroud
Instructing all, love you vowed
Quiet sentinel, strength so loud.
Upon weary days, you'd not smother
Heart enriching, me 'n' my brother
To adore you, there in no other
Divulging to all, the perfect Mother.
This one is for the unlucky one's who have or had no choice.
O' girl born to royalty
From the moment of birth,
Preened for the aristocracy
Prospect to a King's loyalty-
Fed from another's breast
Mother was busily searching for
your future husband's crest.
Princess's every movement planned,
even to whom would be given her hand.
Aged of thirteen years,
a fountain of ideas was becoming hers.
Learned in languages, yet
to never have a tongue
Driven to madness
O' so very young.
"All that is expected of thee
is to be wife and Queen, in this land
of unity. Bear sons and speak not
a whit, after all... you are but a
woman, silly twit." Her Father, the
King explained that eve 'fore her nuptial.
"But Father, I know not even who he is!"
The frightened Princess softly spoke.
Yet the argument was always the same.
She was to wed the King of a strange land,
to go with him as always planned.
She was to forge the union of Kingdoms.
To do as told and enjoy all that is grand.
The day of the Union, she met her
betrothed, walking down the isle
He stood there , some fifty years old,
large, pasty, expectant and with a vulgar smile.
And all her fears, even within her
young years- drove her instantly mad.
In a rage, she died then and there
rather than to be locked in her Royal
cage.
These are akin to so many women and mother's alive to this day.
Never should these women go unnoticed.
Reall,really,,dnt know prefect about bastards
Would be share little bit something about bastards
Whenever in any human,you find selfishness
Intial point for you to know about bastards
Have different intentions about himself or yourself
In history,this act has been done by different bastards
Monarchy to imperialism,aristocracy to now democracy
Many revolutions have removed many bastards
No comfort can be brought without humanity
Think please,amiee request to every bastards
I am a stranger in an alien land,
Always searching for eternal youth,
Controlled by an aristocracy with
Little time for honesty and truth.
The food banks are booming
Hardly a state of joy and glory
As the world prepares to celebrate
That age old Nativity Story.
A season of conspicuous Consumption,
A time of reflection and celebration
Or a time of struggles to survive for
A growing proportion of our nation.
Being black, unemployed or sick
Nowadays the modern day sin
As the homeless sleep rough and
Scavenge from the waste food bin.
The privileged will celebrate
The Holy Virgin Birth
And turn a blind eye to
The fast warming earth
The sick will die untreated in
The growing A and E queue
Only the thickness of a payslip
Stops that being me or you.
All over this rich nation
The comfortable will give thanks
And turn a seasonal blind eye
To queues at the food banks.
The Sovereign from the palace
Will give the annual address
Closely watched and monitored
By the billionaire owned free press.
The Sally Army Christmas, kitchen
Will feed some of the masses
And so another year of repression,
With false bonhomie, slowly passes.
I become more and more an alien
In this my own native born land
My world has changed completely
To one I can no longer understand.
Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.
I belong to the nation
Of Equalities-
Equality between
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...
I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.
My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue
Of land mass
An African
Not do I dismiss
In unison unit
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
European,
Australian
And Antarctica.
I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.
They nicknamed Doris Day the girl next door
But she never lived next door to me.
Sting is known as sting but isn't a bee.
Davy Jones was known as a monkey
But I never saw him swing through trees.
The called big John Wayne the Duke
But he wasn't born within aristocracy.
Lana Turner was known as the sweater girl
But I never saw her sweat.
They call the invisible man invisible
But I haven't seen him yet.
Tarzan was known as the king of the jungle
But go tell that to a lion
Your title wouldn't have a lot to rely on.
Jane Mansfield was known as the blonde bomb shell
So get ready to run like hell.
Elvis was known as the pelvis
But there must have been more to him than that.
Bridget Bardot was know as the sex kitten
But wasn't a cat.
James Brown was known as the Godfather but
Didn't join the mob.
Sylvester Stallone Was known as the Italian stallion?.
Peter Dome.copyright.2014. July.
Political upheaval broke our peace to pieces
Absolute monarchy and aristocracy was our big curses
Neglected by our own rulers we struggled
Dictators and merciless killers ruined us from soul
Emerged The French revolution
Momentous event to unfurl poor's life
Orders to establish equality liberty and fraternity
Nationalism suffered a death blow
Inhuman we turned by sending elite to guillotine
Unleashed our own trapped rights and dignity
Marched towards a bright future after " The reign of Pandemonium "
27 July, 2016
Pandemonium Acrostic contest
Do we see the world
through rose coloured glasses
Durst cut up the bodies of people
Psychologists say
He must have a mental illness
perhaps but the spanish
conquistadors cut up the bodies
of american indian babies
did they all have a mental illness
the New Zealand Maori
had the victory feast
where they sat and ate
the captives that lost their battle
culture after culture has been
cannibalistic treating each other
in horrible ways
did they all have mental problems
look back through history
and every culture every race
has treated others horribly
The American indian tied
a man legs to two different bending trees
and used the trees to split him in two
the Japanese Used slivers of bamboo
to take off one nail at a time
The English had hung drawn a quartered
a man was hung then dragged through the town
behind horses before being cut in four
with his head put on a stake
to warn others
not to break the law
The Russians attacked and killed
their Czar and his family
killing their aristocracy
to create a Communistic state
do they all have a mental disorders
or are all people capable
of horrific behaviours
I don't think that
I could ever do what has been done
but how much
of who am i
has been taught to me over the years
if I had been brought up in a different way
could I be a different person
How much do we owe to God
the bible teaches love thy neighbour
the bible became the foundation of our laws
is civilisation just a fabric
a facade
an illusion
created to make ourselves feel better about life
are we progressing toward paradise on earth
or are we heading back into the depths
of deprivation
Is man just an animal waiting to be unleashed
or is he the scholar
the lover waiting to grow
Imagine the bomb going down on Iraq
their metal fragments slicing like knives
through a two year old
Granted they attack the world
they use children as cannon fodder bombs
when will human beings learn to love all people
no matter what colour we are all the same
What should we keep a royal family for?
For the society having Kingships to follow
Following a principal of everyone equal
Equal to be noble as aristocracy as kings
While not to be as arbitrary as an ignorant
Drama centered on an aristocratic British family in
Old times- early twentieth century
Waited on by butlers, footmen, maids and valets
Noble families lived wrapped in luxury, night and day
Tale of young suitors, attractions, loves and marriages
Of young Ladies with service class rocked the family carriage
Not uncovered till late-child out of wedlock added to the disparage
As World War and other world events stirred awakening
Barriers between lord and servant started fading
Butlers sought jobs as teachers, cooks sought education
Erosion of aristocracy was inevitably writ in the nation
“Yes My Lord” would not be heard by future generations
Written on :07/18/2016
Contest: "Your Favorite Habit-forming TV Show" by Tom Quigley
She was such a wee thing, bouncing when she walked. You could hear Ireland in her voice. Countless days and nights she waited, looking to the east. He promised to return in the Spring, by Summer at the latest. She counted days and nights .....hours, weeks passed as she looked toward the east, thinking of his return. For fear of losing her mind, she weeps.
Then on the eve of of winters bloom, a face upon the frosted pane appeared. “Thank God! Thank God!” as a prayer swept through her mind. Limping into the room he simply took her hand. “Will you still take me though half a man ?, he asked. I have no money. I have no place to take you, no lands, no titles, No gold in my pocket”. She was of royal blood. Ancient aristocracy had formed her frame. She stood erect and with no hesitation she answered the young man. “You ask me such a thing? You ask me such a thing even after all these years? You ask me such a thing even as these tears of joy, upon seeing you, spring forth as unbridled water frothing a mountain stream? Is your faith in me that trite? I will not tolerate a man of little faith. Maybe I don’t know you as I thought. Maybe now, you are a stranger?”
“Never a stranger to you lass! Never again a doubt! Never again a test of wills or courage! From this day, nay - - from before all the yesterdays and after all the tomorrows will my faith and my love be affirmed by my presence at your side. Let no man harm you while I live, for I will not have it. These things be true, I swear on my oath as a man, free born under God and accepting of his judgment. These things be true”.
Glowing inside, all of her doubt was swept away. As she held him close she thought of how little time she had to prepare for a small gathering of friends at the next visitation of the traveling Reverend who would marry them. It was a grand time to be alive, to still be young and to look forward to life with this young Irish man.
Torn and tattered leaning in disrepair
up on tiptoes little eyes want to know
lost with flying forms of trepidation
hiding memories one cant let go
Hand painted soldiers with drips of white
once straight arrows pointed to the sky
plastic suitcases meticulously strewn about
cloistered chickweed climb making daffodils cry
Stone crumbles under small weathered frowns
dreams of the next Simone laid to rest
tall grass softens another fateful fall
escaping a sharpened prowess put to the test
Sights plighted a place most aristocracy fear
but bubble gum giggles are often heard
the dirt and dust so easily brushed off
a fortress full of fantasy in world that's blurred
To utilize this is our life's
responsibility
For in disguise opposition an
opportunity
This is a chance to prove our
ability
Of what use could be storms
impunity
It cannot create a sail to
celebrity
No fact has the human race
accepted
No law has it established
Unless it can be understood
and measured
And the social intergrity
quantified
So does the leader of such
race be qualified
At home being a stranger! Not
us
Homecoming fun,not nervous
Would not dare call the
inhabitant monstrous
Feeling a love and welcome
surplus
Memory of home in my heart I
can't minus
Leadership not left to
aristocracy
Politics an unending conspiracy
Of a mans eccentricity
Evolved into an age of
democracy
What is the reward of this
legacy
When in diligence a man seat
He sweeps kings off their feet
Not over you,not over
me,never forget
The shadow does not take
sway yet
For power no more a secret
Author-TIMIPRE BRIFINI
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXVIII
for Suzanne DELANEY, in appreciation
(Prelude: CAN THE WRONG MAN BE RIGHT ? ABSOLUTELY !
If only he were NOT guilty of the self-same crime !
For instance, here in Europe, acceding to « nationality»
status can be quite ludicrously irrational: those migrants
even "totally ignorant" of the host country’s culture
and official tongue obtain their "citizenship papers »
sooner or later, while clinging desperately to their
own culture and country to the exclusion of their hosts’- some more fortunatethough enjoy « dual nationality » and therefore DUAL rights to LOYALTY ! And talk tough once they take over responsibile positions in society. And the
ones on whom the latter prey most of all are precisely
those « other» less fortunate migrants at their mercy !)
IF ever I had a country, a country NOT « wholly" put together by
either IMMIGRANTS or REFUGEES, you see, but by conquering
IMPERIAL ENSLAVERS on the backs of blacks and
on those fleeing from hunger, from religious
intolerance as "indentured-labourers », mainly, you’ll agree
WHERE the indigene was routed and rounded up into
RESERVES through superior "fire-power" by the
COLONIAL and local ARISTOCRACY
AND where TAXES and LEVIES imposed by the « Foreign Power »
drove the locally-born MASTER to revolt against the MOTHER
COUNTRY
Until the whole CONTINENT united « nation » after « nation »
to become the foremost mid-twentieth century « COLONIAL »
SAVIOUR of the WORLD country
Only to find its internal structure and economic power usurped
by other NON-NATION constituting ethnies
AND one-by-one take over from the original WASP founding PATER
FAMILIAS confederacy
Yes, then, I’d keep the NEW-COMER from wagging his/her tongue or
shooting his/her mouth tout azimuth - despite the legislative mandate -
as though he/she were the backbone of the nation or from attempting to
take over my « dear » country as if it were their « god-given » patrimony
Even if I never ever had no country stuck together with spit and elbow-grease to look like a pyrotechnically-powere Bollywoodian jamboree
(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, July 22, 2019
orange pumpkin treat
food for aristocracy
crunch some toasted seeds