Best Boadicea Poems
"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"
Guns ...
are for p*ssies
you know, short for
pussilanimous plural
Words …
are sharper
more cutting
more lethal
clean
concise
quill slicing the lucid flow
you can taste the blood
as you turn them
twist them further in
with valour
war cry bitten
you drive them deeper in
you unsheathe love
as a hard win,
victorious, won
ink blooms
potent power from
your stellar wounds
darkened roads
shining home
lux vitae dei vox
Home ...
morning star
quod scripsi scripsi
turns the light on
to birth puissant
in the majestic
seat of third eye
commanding
the truest titulus
initials glowing
arriving on cloudy tomes
perilously igniting
new fiery caims
swallowing
ouroboros tales
hear the battle cry
you were built
to withstand the fall
to more mighty again rise
the gauntlet
now well
and truly thrown
something
more darkly formidable
than shady insult sown
sink your new teeth in
fresh biting warrior
I christen you Boadicea
blood cup possessed
razor mind in you conjuring
the tongues of hearts to speak
there is no escape
for in you, I am and
I will always live
crucifying
all the wasting yesterdays
with fresh blooded promissory notes
staking claims of assurance
in the terror firmer
here to stay
sharpening
words taken
from a stone
n'ere a flowery
verbose drip
wasted
salting
the new cuts
to feel something vital
smiling within
fresh blooding
the Sexton grin
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Come as You Are”/Nirvana
https://youtu.be/W2QeQ9ZufAk
“The Black Art”/Anne Sexton
https://allpoetry.com/The-Black-Art
“Her Kind”/Anne Sexton
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42560/her-kind
Sexton. noun
titulus. noun
Caim. noun
Sanctuary; An invisible circle of protection drawn around the body with the hand, to remind one of being safe and loved even in the darkest times.
"STRONG"
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/strong_1192970
LYRICS/"Come as You Are", Nirvana
https://genius.com/Nirvana-come-as-you-are-lyrics
well, woman has been around for a while
hypno-teasing men with her wicked smile
been known by many names starting with Eve
Boadicea, Cleopatra and Genevieve
she can fly-by-night, be out with the bats
purring and prowling with sly slinky cats
never a tame girl, sometimes receptive
with hidden secrets, deep and deceptive
see her in twilight, creature in the dark
flames flickered when she was Joan of Arc
think she has been here for just a few years?
think again, 'them' hills, they flow with her tears
woman has been teacher for aeons of time
wrote most of " Homer ", taught Plato to rhyme
as Archimedes' hand-maid, she had a laugh
when he shouted " Eureka, get me out of the bath! "
around when Adam gave out those spare ribs
her name is on parchment writ with rare nibs
her time here with us, a mere interlude
battles over centuries, a bitter feud
with men from the past and future I'm told
man on her arm, just her latest cuckold
well-rounded dame or seriously slim
cheerful demeanour or chief sister grim
close-quarter woman talking loud and fast
words over-taking like a blast from the past
so hard to keep up, so hard to break in
leave you behind in the wake of her din!
what's this I hear, is she now slowing down
pausing for men, is she wearing a frown?
perhaps she's starting to shuffle the deck
departure dreaming on a very long trek
maybe no point in moving on once more
the greater challenge is here at the door
as men they shout " I am invincible
I've the biggest Archimedes Principle! "
late at night she now walks the floorboards
seeking a new role, a song with new chords
" where and when will I go, who will I be
will I stay in this land or else oversea ? "
men of the future and men of the past
treasure this woman as head of the cast
whenever, wherever, whoever you are
she will always twinkle, shine like a star
bring her some chocolate, bring her some wine
make sure she stays and has a good time
but watch at midnight in case she's outside
all alone by the road hitching a ride
silver moonbeam and finest curb crawler
then down to the port and onto a trawler
far out to sea where she thinks of those days
when Gods fought Neptune for sight of her gaze
Oh, I am so sick and tired of Trash.....
And of all this Garbage,What more do you ask?
All this Flim, Flam,Fussings...and Crap........
Somebody get A Hot Torch, And BOOM! FLASH!
********...I Gotta Deal with Everyday......
Get Back to The Dung Heap..........Where Trash Should Stay..........
I was Raised Much Better Than This.............
But,All I Put Up with Is Jiggaboo-Ghetto-********!
Thank You GOD,FOR SAVING MY LIFE............
Back In September....'72,By "A REAL GOOD MAN......AND HIS SAINTLY WIFE!
PRAISE THE LORD,FOR HAVING ME RAISED RIGHT......
AND NOT LIKE "THE TRASH AND CRAP.....'ALWAYS LOOKING FOR A FIGHT.....'"
Thank Heaven,for Raising Up "This Poor Little Girl....."
Far Away from "UNSPEAKABLE ABUSE....'TO FACING THE REAL WORLD'"!
"A WARRIOR WOMAN...'IS WHAT I TRULY BE..'"
NOBODY EVEN TRY TO MESS WITH ME..........!
Like "BOADICEA~BOUDICCA..'of OLD ANCIENT BRITAIN...TRIBE ICENI'"!
TAKE NO PRISONERS.....UP TO NO GOOD.......
PILLAGE THE VILLAGE....BURN DOWN THE NEIGHBORHOOD.....!
REPRESENT "BIG MOMMA....JUST LIKE SHE'S 'THE QUEEN'......"
BODIES HIT THE PAVEMENT, Y'ALL KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
HELL HATH NO FURY.....WHEN I'M MAD..........
THAT'S WHAT I DO,WHEN I TAKE OUT "THE TRASH"!
REPRESENT "THE QUEEN....'JUST LIKE SHE'S YOUR MOMMA'"....
AND ALWAYS REPRESENT "YOUR BROTHERS....'LIKE HE'S PRESIDENT OBAMA'"!
BECAUSE, I DON'T ********....
LIKE IN 300 SPARTANS...PUSH THE BIG ELEPHANTS OVER THE CLIFF!
Written on schoolwork
‘Boadicea didn't fight Martians’
Teacher was cruel
I was only about 8 years old and the teacher had actually written that phrase on my history schoolwork and I was mortified. I look back now and think how cruel it was as I had tried my best but I really am useless at art
02~15~17
Bleach floods over British Empire blues
Prussian wealth fragmenting into rust
Ochre pouring from the distilleries of eyes
Hidden downturned under peek-a-boo fringes
The lustre of ink wells overflowing where
The sun never sets. Lace and horses make
A violent mix like sulphuric acid, a maggot
Eating at the Boadicea face of pooling silk
Like the flag of an Antoinette bourgeoisie
A touch above the socket, dark in their discolouration
Hearty in their malcontent, those peek-a-boo girls
Tying ribbons on sheep transformed into roaring lions
A maypole of bondage, the Spitfire flies.
Now completely lost and out of view
Women once led men a power gone a buried a lost art
Pressed down by Christ no better than Mohammed
Ancient memory of natures power
Boadicea !
Possessed of greater intelligence that often belongs to women
With her harsh voice and a piercing glare
An English dream !
If the UK is as PC
as some would have us perceive
(tho' Britons never never never shall be slaves
Boadicea's turning in her grave)
it's incorrect on two counts
would you believe
and the US we should see
as between '52 and '22
it was a Queendom
not a Kingdom
and either way
that's sexist so
to speak more accurately
accordingly it should be
the United Sovereignty