Best Crowning Poems
As the rooster crows:
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed, curled, straightened, shaved
Lathered, gelled, creamed and pasted
Soaked in fragrant Makassar oil
Invigorator, conditioning both groom and style.
Macho, gentle, sweet, daring tastes
Side-partings, medium, undercut and long
Sporting pony-tails, short back and sides
Elvis and James Dean quiffs curled kiss-me-quicks,
Punk, Mohawk, flamboyant fringes
Highlights and lowlights, sprays and blow-dries!
All part and parcel of male vanity and crowning glory.
Heckles from the henhouse:
As some men grow older they shed hair.
Each day they seek strands that were once there,
But skin patches widen --
Just check out Joe Biden.
Prepare to shut eyes in the bright glare.
A comb-over seems like a good plan,
But ladies don’t flock to a con man.
With 10 hairs remaining,
A “crown” they are feigning.
What happens when strands face a wind fan?
No reason for men to grow manic;
Mustaches and beards can work magic,
Diverting attention
Without the pretension
That balding is simply too tragic.
The “rug” method’s just too expensive,
Espec’ly when loss is extensive.
Like Telly Savalas,
The outcome’s not callous --
Few women find baldness offensive!
*Many thanks to Paul Callus for inviting me to join in this co-write.
Crowning Glory
Mr Rose,welcome to this antique plexus,
It will for sure tickle your neuro plexus,
This exclusive table of veneer has a historical nexus,
Sandalwood modified in the grand factory of Texas.
Some pieces here do have a background mystical,
But this unique model with motifs has a glaze magical,
Multipurpose architecture,no doubt,it is usefully structural,
Crafted with engraved pattern as crown for beauty additional.
Two moderate sized shelves on both sides,
Have scope for things to store in wide,
Centered drawer for documents at handy inside,
With a plain table top to use with pride.
Well spaced top to write,eat and sit,
Water proof century exotica for so many things to fit,
I bet a deal no loss,all profit and benefit,
Just for more than 400 dollars to start to bid.
Moghul Emperor Akbar had it in his court,
Mirza ghalib renowned poet on it wrote,
Queen Elizabeth ,its flourescent key chains did note,
Monsieur,any other dealer many times than this will quote.
Contest:The Auctioneerist.(Auction contest)
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Sponsor:Mystic Rose.
11.03.2016
Crowning the Virgin Mary
I was only six years old and was
chosen by the first grade nun,
To place a garland of roses on the
Vigin Mary in May.
It really was an honor and a blessing.
Mom had pictures made of this event.
As little girls, we all were so lovely.
Dressed in lovely dresses and real shoes.
We never dressed like boys.
I had to climb a rather tall ladder.
Sister Antoinette helped my unsteady
feet
I was so very frightened.
But~ it was quite ethereal to see
the Madonna's face.
Another nun played the piano for us.
They all sang as I was walking up the
stairs to heaven with a garland of roses for
Mary's head.
"Oh, Mary we crown thee with blossoms
today,
Queen of the Angels, Queen of the May."
Yes, those were the days,most unique.
God and the saints were allowed in school.
We were taught to live by the golden rule.
Our world,today, thick-headed as can be,
Slammed the door in God's face.
And ignorantly searches for peace in the
human race?
Worse, many have no idea of immortality.
Take a view of the news, you will find,
Great evil forever emphasized, over the
good men, do.
God's word never read,just words of fallible
mortal men.
Churches, synagogues our new killing fields?
Yes, that's the result we pay, for turning in
disobedience from God's most Holy face!
Panagiota Romios
5/3/2018
12:30am PST
In the kingdom's sanctuary,
atop the regal frame,
lies the emblem of sacrifice,
the crown's hallowed blame.
Nor adorned- with precious jewels-
reflecting royal might,
even more a symbol of august-authority,
a captivating seep of darkness piercing light.
O, the crown, a stately jest, replacing HIS due crest,
a weight upon the brow, and a blow upon HIS chest.
A burden and a blessing, it graces all all allows.
But behind the sparkling thorns, a story avowed
by Veronica's Veil
and a mysterious shroud that spreads wings
over the land like a tapestry of identity
and title deed over Death and Hell.
Of sacrifice and hardship,
manifolded for Man in a bleed.
The journey, ever burdened, by both heart and hand
and blood of gland to seed.
The guardian of Man and the seas
to land squarely at HIS lap.
He doth drink up the seas.
For a crown oft conceals the trials of a king,
the battles fought within,
the tears that cause the mushroom ripple
of restoring, need.
Each gemstone in a crown
holds a memory, etched-
in our individual and collective soul,
of joys and sorrows, of kingdom’s role,
what then more of a crown of thorns?
It holds souls in it's symboligy and irony.
And as a crown bestows grandeur
on a chosen head,
it whispers tales of triumphs, and whispers
of the once hopeless dead.
For love, is a double-edged sword that can rend mountainous rock into a river for a worthy land.
It can build splendid kingdoms or leave ruins
of heart in unsown empty hand.
So, behold ye the one who wore the crown
of might and love.
For beneath it lay the weight of the World,
to bear our plights of sin and bond.
Thus, let us not envy the crown HE bore.
Instead, let us remember-
the heavy share of load and lighten HIS,
evermore.
If we but listen to his WORD.
As the rooster crows:
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed, curled, straightened, shaved
Lathered, gelled, creamed and pasted
Soaked in fragrant macassar oil
Invigorator, conditioning both groom and style.
Macho, gentle, sweet, daring tastes
Side-partings, medium, undercut and long
Sporting pony-tails, short back and sides
Elvis and James Dean quiffs curled kiss-me-quicks,
Punk, mohawk, flambouyant fringes
Highlights and lowlights, sprays and blow-dries!
All part and parcel of male vanity and crowning glory.
Heckles from the hen house:
As some men grow older they shed hair.
Each day they seek strands that were once there,
But skin patches widen --
Just check out Joe Biden.
Prepare to shut eyes in the bright glare.
A comb-over seems like a good plan,
But ladies don’t flock to a con man.
With 10 hairs remaining,
A “crown” they are feigning.
What happens when strands face a wind fan?
No reason for men to grow manic;
Moustaches and beards can work magic,
Diverting attention
Without the pretension
That balding is simply too tragic.
The “rug” method’s just too expensive,
Espec’ly when loss is extensive.
Like Telly Savalas,
The outcome’s not callous --
Few women find baldness offensive!
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With special thanks to Carolyn Devonshire
with whom this fun write was written.
crowning the top
of a lonely Cyprus tree
a Bald Eagle nest
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heros in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble,
his fingers can't work fast enough
to exorcize this deity,
fingers, limbs and face in perfect symmetry,
they become eternal,
the suggestion of a wreath their crowning glory!
Beauty neglected
slender deciduous tree
Engulfing my heart
Reverently crowned today
swaying in the evening breeze
My ultimate stroke feather in cap
Is a grand slam, hole in one, rap
With home run icing, on the cake
Putting finishing touch, on keepsake
A perfected prize showpiece
Which is a classic gem, jewel, entry
Written in highly expressive
Dowering, poesy, narrative
they wear it as Afros, locks, braids and curls
they wear them as wraps, as perms or relaxed swirls
a woman's crowning glory
in a chignon, a bun or a ponytail draping down
short, long, kinky or bushy all around
upsweeps, page boys, flips or straight as a board
wigs, weaves or extensions whatever they can afford
a woman's crowning glory
be it colored gray, black, brown, blonde or simply red
a woman's crowning glory, the hair on her head
June 11 Scripture Meditations Based on Proverbs 4
Key Verse – Proverbs 4:9 She shall give to thine head an ornament of grace: a crown of glory shall she deliver to thee.
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR CROWNING MY HEAD
Thank You for crowning my head with Your instruction
As I fear You with sincere devotion
And attend to know understanding’s function
Along Your good doctrine’s presentation.
Thank You for crowning my head with Your teaching
As I listen to You with interested truth-searching
And retain Your words for soul out-reaching
Along Your firm principles’ preaching.
Thank You for crowning my head with Your wisdom
As I strive toward Your heavenly kingdom
And keep Your commandments always, not seldom
Along Your granted spirit’s freedom.
Thank You for crowning my head with Your grace-ornament
As I honour You through my commitment
And exalt Your name magnified in Your testament
Along Your satisfying contentment’s fulfillment.
Thank You for crowning my head with Your deliverance
As I obey You against towering arrogance
And receive Your sayings of divine elegance
Along Your right path’s assurance.
Thank You for crowning my head with Your glory
As I follow You while departing from sins’ misery
And praise Your holiness magnifying Your Gospel story
Along Your established plan’s victory.
June 11, 2022
Making ends meet, dad was always boxing mum
For all i can trace and gun
Mighty hand when will mum and dad stop punching in this ring of ours?
Mum has been the dad amidst manly chores
the tide of tussle toil round our hut
As i grade the route of crowning mama proud
She given the greatest shock from his fist
And right at the burning flood of her blood
She gave up to life
And i was trading the route of watery grief
'Mother, from those frosty punch of daily troubles
The wonky meal you tried to erase
Now pound on your ward
As i grease under left overs
From the brim of begging and wealthy containers'
Dripped from the walls of a loving relative
My shadows are function to weary songs
For this has been my greatest reverie
Oh! My candles are now as a fading moon
For mother beckons from beyond
Mother, this is where it hurts.
...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney
He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the immortal, just a glimpse, but not
the crowning glory.
So many vestiges, heroes in the making,
but a careless chip, an errant slice,
consigns them to the beggars pile,
without that patina of agelessness.
Never ready, never groomed to wear
that sacred halo on their heads,
the crowning glory.
Once in a while a piece emerges,
bursting from the cold, defiant marble.
His fingers can't work fast enough
to realize this masterpiece,
fingers, limbs and face
in perfect form become eternal,
the promise of a wreath, the crowning glory.
I consider my hair my crowning glory
it is very very long blondish and straight
and I pamper it every single day
so, it is soft like baby hair
I have smooth and silky shampoo and conditioner
different types of scented detanglers
leave in conditioners for an extra silky feel
brushes and combs that will not break my hair
I wear very little makeup
just pink lipstick, blush, eyeliner and mascara
'cause I like a sort of natural look
I love how my hair blows in the breeze
and how it swings in dance class when I twirl
people tell me how pretty it is
even strangers will stop ask what I do
to make it so nice (I give it love)
some even say is it real
and I say just tug on it and you decide
since a little girl I have had long hair
I have pleasant memories of mom brushing it
sometimes, even braiding it
but nowadays, I just let it be long and straight
that's what I like . . .
We are all royalty,on earth
an inheritance from birth
Just remain aware
and do your share....