Best Crowns Poems
When words fail to express
or vocally tell you
how a person feels held
deeply inside the knotts
Those softly mesmerising eyes
dawning in the afterlife
sweetly startling your music
begins to play upon lips
Angel silently calling
enchanting whispers echo
as the heartbeats thump life
hypnotic breathless sighs
As a pulse races quicksand
under the surface unveils
you will find me holding
forever at night love
Daybreaks warmly comforting
my precious dream awakens
I melt into the clouds
were it smiles with a rays
Light transmitting signals burn
kissing the colours of sunrise
where my love for you ruby
can neither be measured or bought
I crown you the king of stupid
Messing with a love that cupid
Sent your way for you to hold
But you have been very cold
Freezing her heart till it makes
Shattered pieces that just break
A loving woman's will to live
There's nothing else she can give
Her care showed through every day
With her actions she would say
How much you meant in her life
Never causing pain or strife
Thinking her love was enough
But you were so mean and gruff
Even through the months of sorrow
She'd be by your side tomorrow
Trying to give all she had
Through the good and all the bad
You just see her loving side
Not the tears she always cried
Wondering what she was doing
That you couldn't see her proving
Her desires and devotion
What ever gave you the notion
To push her love to the curb
Making you slowly disturb
The feelings she had way down deep
That you didn't want to keep
Now she's gone leaving you with
An empty feeling in the pit
Of your lonely soul that seeps
Because you were such a creep
Craggy snow-capped crowns,
Skirting skyline’s golden hue.
Windswept clouds, your gowns.
As twilight ushered in again
the last of yesterday
the glimmer of life’s candlelight
began to fade away
I gazed upon your weary face
you smiled at me and said…
“My spirit will ascend from here;
leave body in this bed
where I once laid my burdens,
I will now lay my crowns
the hand you held all through the night -
the Lord will take it now
I’ll plant my feet on golden streets
and sing with angels too
at the Marriage Supper of the Lamb
I’ll save a place for you.”
How I longed to keep you here
I didn’t want you to go
because I knew that missing you
is all I’d ever know
But I’ll share you with the angels
until at last we meet
and just like you
I’ll lay down too
my crowns at Jesus’ feet.
Controversial....
drowning in a ibyss
of sequins and rhinestones
accented with patent leather shoes.
Forced into perfection
with pasty concrete smiles.
Tangled webs of lipstick and lollipops,
cheers and cheerios.
The confusing mix of a
glitzy, glamorous grownup world
and dimpled grins at war
with the tooth fairy.
Behind the false lashes
coiffed hair, plastic teeth,
the true novice soul emerges
leaving behind raccoon eyes
and powder streaked faces.
Encouraging or exploitive?
Mastering self expression
and confidence, perhaps
but what of the confusion
that manifests between
role-playing and real life?
Controversial....
Do Fools Wear Crowns?
Is this love’s niche’? Do we both care?
Me finding love with no bound, your heart elsewhere.
Do fools wear crowns?
Is love amiss? Dreams misconstrued?
One in whom sadness is found; one far removed.
Do fools wear crowns?
Life holds fate’s crowns.
Living on top— searching for more.
Happily glowing, with love never wanted before.
Seizing the limelight again watched by strangers who stare.
Poised, my face shines. My heart is bare.
Is your love sparse? My yearnings sear.
I hoped your love brought what I sought; silly, I fear.
Do fools wear crowns?
Think! Life holds fate’s crowns.
Love’s smothered, I fear.
Music plays 8
Is this our niche’? Hope lost, my dear
Love without finding knows fate is too austere.
Do fools wear crowns?
I’m wearing the crown.
Hope hiding in tears.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
March 3, 2010
INSPIRED BY John Heck’s “STEPHEN SONDHEIM” poetry contest
MY CHOSEN SONG, is from the musical “A Little Night Music “Send in the Clowns” (Lyrics by
Stephen Sondheim) –- LINKS TO THE TUNE:
TUNE => http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5os4NFeKFFs
LYRICS=> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PxLjpyA2rxQ
It was during a time
Of a mountainous climb
With nothing for certain in sight
The battles she fought
Conflicted her thought
And soon she was given to write
Like flowering vines
She played with the lines
Arranging the words on the page
She started to see
Her soul was set free
A bird being let from a cage
Her thoughts she would write
With visions in sight
Of laying her legacy down
Would she learn to be good
As they all said she could
Her name to be someday renown
Convinced she would fail
Her confidence frail
She found it too hard to believe
Each time she would try
A small piece would die
Her whispering hopes left to grieve
Now burdened with fear
She deafens her ear
Silently making a choice
The poetess drowns
In falsetto crowns
Misgiven in finding her voice
-Jeannie Minor
Abandoned realities that the Kings have sought,
Biological bacillus organisms left to rapidly rot…
Absorbefacient annihilation the pawns have brought,
The bacterium Bishops are pernicious in their plot…
Ambient affliction plagues the progressive parasites,
Of the nuclear noxious nomads reaching hellion heights…
Agents of abrogation numbing the nefarious nights,
Euthanized eradications amidst the landscape lights…
The King's command contaminations in their control,
As the Queens seduce seclusions upon their scroll…
Panic in the pandemic for no one is left to stroll,
Catastrophic consumption within the havocking hole…
Syndrome soldiers segregate indisposition of infirmity,
For the wolf lies down with the lamb in symptoms sordidly…
The sheep that surround and move about accordingly,
Incoherent innocent inoculates of distraught diversity.
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Curse this man’s ambition,
Cut’em down, cut’em down.
Let us cleanse with our incisions this delirium he’s found.
Sorry Caesar, time to die,
Seems your reach has breached the sky,
And your head is far too large to wear the crown.
Was it pride that took your life?
Even Brutus lent his loyal knife.
Or was it jealousy about the town?
Middle march in Rome is sweet,
But greener grasses breed deceit.
And foes are hard to find when friends abound.
Curse this man’s religion,
Nail’em down, nail’em down.
And the millions who have listened to his sermon on the mount.
Sorry Jesus, but to reign
As god on earth would be insane,
So we offer you instead this thorny crown.
Were you not the savior they had sought?
Did life conflict with what you taught?
Or was it politics that brought you down?
You preached of peace in promised lands,
Then perished at the people's hands.
And to this day your message can’t be found.
Curse this man’s intention,
Shoot’em down, shoot’em down,
He will pay for his dissension, and for spreading it around.
Sorry Martin, but your dream
Will disrupt our old regime.
Only we can have the right to wear the crown.
Was it just a man who killed the king?
A troubled soul who did this thing?
Or was it that our hate was so profound.
That even in the world anew,
We favor those who share our hue.
And to our own beliefs we’re tightly bound.
TWO GOLDEN CROWNS
His two golden crowns; within his sight;
So, gorgeous they are to view;
Polished, refined, purely adorned;
Fresh as the morning dew!
Enhanced even more by the gems,
Which they contain therein,
He loves the two with pride,
Even the jewels within!
His crowns are the most important things,
Cherished and loved by him;
A tear of joy moistens his eye,
When it falls on their three little gems!
One day, many years from now,
When he is no longer around,
The beauty of his legacy will still be cherished,
Through his wonderful, gem encrusted crowns!
E. Self 2015
Form:
The crowns of glory
all not found holiness-weary -
all who refuse to be fools
reduced to devil's tools-
shall surely wear,
though after many a tear,
at the trumpet's blast
when the world breathes its last.
It's true that souls sin-ruptured
shall not with Christ be raptured
for they are brides not chaste,
having yielded to worldly taste.
So,brethren,rid selves of all stains
to reap all eternal gains.
Re : Old Poems
Bells of triumph clang,
Fortresses fain to hail thee
Men of valiant swords.
Glories thence fell, crowns crumbled
To dust, no wailings were heard.
,,
The wind about thy sceptre howl and cry,
Loft precipices trampled;
Ruined rich piles of graves.
~
Forms : Tanka / Kimo
(3/21/2012)
How much said the man of forty crown
To pay the tax of this town
Taxes are used to pave the street
The fathers try to keep it neat
Levies on your toil
A bushel basket from the soil
A mercantile for commerce trade
Some tariffs make the grade
My dear Sir you exact to much
The rich exempt from interest and such
Money begating money is already taxed
The wealthy have game stacked
Aristotle said charging interest is against the law
But a banker saw the flaw
Money creating money is like a new birth
How much weight is what its worth
I can't afford to live in this town
Cried the man of forty crown
“Fire” alarm sirens
are going off [the audible radar]
stealth silently
Those living deaf
can’t receive
the incoming Death warning
Sky chariots on the roil warpath
are thunderclap rolling
Propaganda leaflet droppings
did foreshadow
their cursed dire coming
Ordnance jewels are falling
from hailstone crowns —
“All hail the GOAT kings reigning now!”
Greatest oppressors of all Time
be they wearing
the onion-shaped tiara frowns
Ordinance rules of engagement
are Red Wedding,
royal carpetbagging bound
Apocalypse horsemen
are furiously
galloping on the wind
Drone pawns of fierce kings
herald their “Mass grave” arrival,
using the Queen’s language
of utter conquering
But their avowed crimson joy
was much shorter than anticipated
As the “end of days” came swifter than
hydrogen clouds bursting
And the heaven wept decree,
(rainbow sealed in the ark of the Most Holy,)
passed final judgment
on their torrential “nuclear peace” iniquity
In the dark twilight
of an enriched uranium dawn,
Mushroom poisoning sown
is the rad grim reap scimitar gathered
Can you hear the celestial Hallelujah shouts:
“The evil hailstone crowns are bottomless pit falling!”
Let righteous brimstone rain down on them
for snuffing out those mercy cries mournfully calling
Scarlet sobs plentiful does a barren
nuclear winter harvest yields
Hailstone crowns are terminally falling
upon pauper dirt fields
~
While at the same twinkling time and better snowflake place,
salvation tears are dropping
on lullaby earthen beds
of innocent blood shed
Those awaiting their saintly awakening
And an angelic transformation
is Resurrection Day coming —
That halo beautiful waterfall mist rising
Open my heart gaped
Out tumbled my history and
All that is to come
Eagles, honeybees, coffee, daisies
Violins, ferns, fairies, portraits
I lifted my wings
To meet my dragon
On an ocean of storms
Sailing forever and away
Mother Earth unfolded her womb
To a divine scream
They all donned their
Crowns