Best Crowned Poems
On dappled shore, wind presses
flaming dusk with laced caress,
sugar of wine
the drenched moon of eve blesses
rousing passion’s warm finesse,
mouths brush so fine
heads laying on grass’ tresses
cherishing sighs, air boundless
two souls align
In fluid rush of moon’s climb,
heart-shaped carvings drawn ,enshrined
glitters on sand
drinking potion so divine,
as they whisper tender lines
night stars hold hands;
comes now movement of fate’s signs
time ebbing with true designs
of homage spanned
While flushed skin traces sea’s strands,
he kneels down, meshed eyes expand
and like bold glove,
slips a ring with buoyant plan
oh, her peach arms understand,
deep oath of love
sealing dreams, glazed petals stand;
tide-god nods through light enhanced,
crowned by white dove
David William's Virelai by nette onclaud
Crowned May Queen
As the music flows in my mind and soul in cheer
I dance around on my toes in the sun kissed fragrant fields
of wildflowers and tall emerald green grass yields
With a breath of life that dwells the day is near
For I’m favored to be the prettiest maiden here
All eyes will be on me in my white lace dress
and closed shoes I will astound with my hair in curls
and a crown of blossoms and leaves of green
when I'm honored with the crown of May Queen
a symbol of the stillness of nature surrounds
In which everything revolves around
Early bright is here with a clear blue unclouded sky
My friends and neighbors are all excited to their utmost ability
Townships and villages celebrating springtime fertility
Handsome couples gathering bouquets of flowers from nearby
decorating the whole town with springtime greenery and mystify
I lead the celebration up to the heart of town singing
Old buildings and tables are adorned
with scented blooms that leave you breathless
Populace displays all the elegance of their dress
Dressed in white, carrying garlands of flowers
and beaming children follow giggling and dancing
They place a crown of blossoms on my head,
I say a speech from my soul and set off the festivities,
with dance and overwhelming merriment
Musicians play their musical instruments with talent
with eating, drinking, jubilant music,
and courtly lovers dancing around the Maypole
A feast fit for a King, everyone enjoys
crafts, games, and carousel to console
With a breath of life at the age of sixteen
As the music flows in my mind and soul
I dance around the maypole
Favored for being the prettiest maiden seen
Honored with being crowned May Queen
By: Eve Roper 4/18/2015 Quintella Form
Children Story
Limerick : Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Once a shocking Norseman crowned Viking
Took his flaxen men on an ice outing
They lusted for fat Finns
Knocked walrus and dolphins
Why Arctic now with Vi-wal-phins seething.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
I wake to the touch of a morning sun,
Softly teasing my eyes apart.
I feel your arms tighten around
Sealing yet another
Non existent space.
I turn around to face you
Feeling blessed for a millionth time.
I stare at your sleeping self
Murmuring a silent prayer of thanks…
At a dark dark time you were sent to me
To shed some light on my weakening being.
I held on tight to you secure hands
As u pulled me out of a painful mess…
I found the smile I thought I had lost
I found love so serene and pure
I found your eyes so full of care
As it healed so well my bruised soul..
I kiss your brow slow and soft
Anxious not to wake you up…
Tears form as to spell my love
I see your eyes open up
Just as a drop runs down my cheeks
I feel your hands brushing it off…
That I know is the art of love
I was gifted with
And eternally crowned…
Everybody wants to be king
They crown themselves by opining
And can only see everyone else’s sins
Everybody wants to rule
And conquer all with hypocrisy
They prate and condemn
While shielding their transparent sins
So many rulers make for a great din
Where nothing is gained
And illogical arguments create
Sectarian tragedies
It is a heaven for bullies
This cantankerous gathering
Of un-crowned kings
Enemies within
Enemies without
Everyone’s psyche is tormented
They all worry about invisible dangers
That they claim will snuff them out
Which asylum let these mad people out?
God above must
Look down on us in shame
His master plan will one day
Go up in flames
This purification will
Hopefully cast all the demons out
And knock these kings off their thrones
Surrounded by the darkened carnage in this valley...
Everywhere one turns and all they can see are endless
Glimpses reflections of her Babylon gasping for breath why
How be it that you cannot find, a love for all their human kind ?
What is your problem you silver spoon golden scepter worthless
Pieces of dung; littering the world with your blind mind, ignorance.
The Republicans gave us a monkey
That drove the economy to the ground
Now they are offering an orangutan
Who wants to be crowned
“Agora é tarde Ines é mor”
Ire, Revenge clouded Pedro‘s heart.
Death separated the lovers apart.
Seeking a punishment to fit the crime,
Heart pulled from one’s chest,
Heart pulled from one’s back.
Those who wronged him were mourned in shrouds.
Love was a weakness in the realm.
Souls died, lovers whelmed.
Ines de Castro’s tears stained the river.
Thy tragedy crowned dead queen shall live forever.
In seventeen sixty nine a child was born
in Corsica, Genoa's former vassal state.
Prior to his birth, his land had been war-torn,
Paoli's resistance did his birth predate.
At school, his geometrical talent was inborn,
and he was tutored by none other than Laplace.
For his accent, his peers at school laughed him to scorn,
but fortune would elevate him from grass to grace.
With his much older heartthrob he tied the knot;
much to the chagrin of his own dear family.
For the heart of Josephine he relentlessly fought,
and at Chateau de Malmaison they lived happily.
Later he would choose a military career
that would take him beyond the Corsican frontier.
France's revolution saw to his glorious rise,
when at Toulon, he took royalists by surprise.
To Egypt he led a dual expedition
of a military and scientific mission.
To France he returned and sacked the directory,
taking charge of the affairs of state and treasury.
Europe did contend with him in seven coalitions;
at Austerlitz he subjugated two nations,
at Marengo, Austria on her bended knees fell,
at Jena-Auerstadt, Prussia to victory bade farewell.
At Borodino, Russia met her nemesis,
as her vanquished forces saw their paralysis.
At Ligny, Blucher like a beaten canine fled
with the terribly smitten forces he once led.
Portugal's sovereign lord to distant Brazil ran,
when like an invincible lord he came to his realm.
The emperor he feared, and made no military plan;
thus he paved the way for him to ascend his helm.
But despite his triumphs, his weakness was exposed.
At Rolica, his troops a major set back saw.
From Leipzig he did to Elba's island withdraw,
from whence in 1815 he returned unopposed.
Russia's wintry plains did his grand armee deplete,
making his troops vulnerable to a future defeat.
After the famous battles in which he gloried,
his great ambition at Waterloo was buried.
My love for you angel
as the deepest ocean shell opens up
Entering a gifted treasure pearl sings
sweetest flower it's true blue skies above
Dressed in pink softly touching heartbeats
shining through to my soul each skip applauds
Blushing in the heart fragrant warm rose lips
within the eyes a vision stands pure white
Bringing the softest sparkle rich to one's jewels
Diamond your sunlight kisses deeply uniquely
Special dream a mermaid crowns the temple
I picture you petals royal amongst queens
Priceless touching each and every time warmly
I lay my gems upon you the breath stops
Its a little piece of heaven sighs
Proclaimed beautiful for you in my smile
In the midst of our trials and circumstances of life,
we have the tendency to complain and even find someone else to blame.
It’s our nature to defend, even if we have to pretend.
Stretch the truth to the point the truth becomes aloof and we become uncouth,
lending to our character to stand untarnished before our family and friends.
You see it’s not us but it’s them, who have created this end.
How foolish it was of them to have done such things,
don’t they realize who will judge us in the end.
How foolish are we, who have not seen the truth and acted accordingly.
For none are so perfect that they can judge.
But one and only one, this judge will come, like a thief in the night no one knows when.
Oh hypocrites we have become,
blaming and shaming anyone who comes, with the trials and testings that are ours and no one else’s to overcome.
But we stand pious in our self proclaimed humility,
ignoring the truth that our lack of ability, to bend the knee raise our hands confess our sins surrender our lives as a living sacrifice, is the true cause of our demise.
Our trials and our testings are not to cause us harm, but to produce in us a character worthy of the one.
The one who has come and is to come and will come at an hour we know not when.
Let us lay down the things before us not as a sin against us but as a testing,
for which will produce a blessing.
For we are not strangers but heirs to the throne crowned in His glory not our own.
Hello Santa, Nice to meet you this year
I've been very good, come rain or shine
I know what your thinking, you have your fears
But I don't want anything big this time
I just want some books (ten would do)
Maybe some Tolkien, or Verne perhaps?
Some Sanderson would be good to
And a book on how to take a nap
(Insomnia Is very rough)
I also want a lock pick set
One that's strong, and very tough
And this time around I do not want a pet
Now, I know what your saying, You haven't been good
Coal's in your future, you can knock on wood
Well, I know I mocked that presenter
But he was as bad as Lincoln was good
And I know I became my family's dissenter
But truth be told they needed one
They always were a sheepish bunch
They always had the same kind of fun
Then I went and ruined their lunch
And that time where I drunk my sister's drink
She had no label on it!
She knows it was that or the sink
It's her that needs to take a sit
Now, I know your naughty list has my name reserved
three years running, I've been bored
But this year Santa, Let me tell you
To invest in me, though undeserved
You see I wrote a letter or two
To some high-ranking fellows at the Station
This Fellow named Tom and One named Tim
Is letting me do a presentation
If I a piece of coal (Or five, or ten)
I'll say You did me a great disservice
I'll talk about you all day
And you'll be right to be nervous
I'm sure you know what I will say
So dear Santa, I expect to get my presents
Or else I'll do some newsy segments
As the clock ticks
echo carries within
striking deep keys
touching one soul
flowing in feelings
emotions swelling
plays a sweet tune
softly it sings
in the deepest ocean
you are a pearl
of a goddess
within two hearts
a tide
of precious feelings
softy washed
one treasure
a beauty
crowned queen
sitting upon
the throne
within one heart
golden shining
beautiful love
Who crowned You king of the land
Where innocence has feared to tread
Where angels and demons play tug of war
And i'm the rope stretched taut and thin
my head lies deep in the sand
i need You to speak in my stead
i now wish to merge my voice with Yours
And lift this thorny crown of sin
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I speak but cannot shout
Translate to you my silent penchant
your blackest nightmares cannot hide
I hold you in the light of morning glow
If ever you're in doubt
Share with Me your dark intentions
Come sit by ancient fireside
And I will tell you all you need to know
The Crowned Dead
The growing of green things,
should concern all of us.
The fires burning in far lands,
can still reach US(a).
There are all kinds of flames.
Not all are hot, some are ice cold.
They drive you to run into the sea,
even as it boils.
Fear of toxicity,
and death by chemical cast-offs,
or delinquent occurrences of stupidity.
The world is slipping closer
to the orbit set at the beginning of time.
Prophesied and foretold,
to the level of awareness,
none will or can be naive.
The plain sight of news,
media playing games,
tiny titans of power...
bereft of might,
and liberty used as a weapon.
The enemies at the door.
Sky buses full of horse droppings,
fraudulent reasons to spread chaos,
further among the peasants...
staring into their TV's for signs,
"They" do not want seen.
What are the number of the sick?
Have you seen the cities of the dead?
They are vacant and made of concrete,
that crack(s) from lack of zoning requirements.
Tainted miss-shapen causes,
to focus not on the Light of tomorrow,
but the darkness of today.
Is this a mirror of what you dished out?
Have you killed others to build your world,
upon theirs?
Beware.