Best Historyme Poems
Maidens, bloody maidens, I had me six of ‘em wenches, ye knowest
Fullsome Catherine of Aragon wrought havoc ‘tween me and the Pope
Besought a divorce, split from the church whilst Anne Boleyn caught mine eye
'Twas beheaded whenst in ‘er capacity to produce a male heir I lost hope
Mine affection waxed for Jane Seymour; I beseeched ‘er t’ marry me
Anne’s body not yet cold in the ground whenst Jane became mine queen
But after giving me a son, Jane withered, twas gone in two weeks
For ‘er I mourned two years, afore proposing to Anne of Cleves
Ye knowest this “Flanders Mare” twas not suited for mine royal court
Nay, ‘er domestic skills tweren’t becoming of a stately king’s wife
At mine auld age of 49, I grew enamored of young Kathryn Howard
She but 19 when I divorced Anne and beseeched ‘er t’ share mine life
But Kathryn had eyes for other blokes, made me look like a pompous joke
"Thou dost not deserve thine title," I declared, had ‘er executed
Twice widowed at the age of 31, Katherine Parr I settled for
This wench cared for me as I grew ill, thus is undisputed
Prithee t’ see after six attempts, I finally met mine match
Katherine inherited mine throne once mine body twas laid t’ rest
From heaven I look back fondly at mine spirited days of yore
Knowing that in a regal sense mine first wife twas truly mine best
* For Lisa Cooper’s “I Want Some Old English Scandal” contest
I am of Maroon extraction, dear
My grandmother's grandfather fought
Without surrender or tanant of fear
And two times with Boukman caught
And twice unlike him escaped
To die in a rocky cliff, proudly brave
While the freed slave escaped
He held the pass alone unto his grave.
But my grandmother, mixed his blood
Gave me a half German grandfather, good!
At evening when oral tongues tattle truth
These stories were the pomegranate
Juice that fed the worthiness of ragged youth.
My father from aboriginal state
Rose and span his flight from teacher
To banker's clerk, and then to police
Against the national disorder of labor
Hankering for a new identity of peace.
He found his, a veterinarian, at last
But for his broken wing there was no cast
To compensate, he dreamed of children
Into whom all his resources were poured
Rising to the top of government, send
Them to colleges far away, they bored
With the magic of his island never returned.
And I, he died when I was fourteen
Before he carved me from ash for his urn
Dote on his past like a child unweened,
While suckling from the simplicity of mother
Whose clothes on the line reeked of heather.
O but mother too, was only half of Africa
And yet despite the latent Spanish in her
I am your ebon tree, your chocolate or sepia
And when I dream there in the unblur
Stands my ancient, my vast begining, pride
Like a Serengeti from Ashanti to Zulu lure
O this child has many kings in his inside
And yet no kingdom did I claim but the bush
That surrounds my Canterbury with its hush
And the braod pastures on Knoxwood's plain
O to reign there in childhood still
Running in and out with swallows in the rain
To eat the pulp of fruit from every hill
That balmed me I was bruised. Too harsh
Were schools for the vision in my skin
My teachers were lilacs, things in the marsh
My student eyes eclipsed by the fins, things
Still bright, or a sudden gasp of wings.
Allthough it has taken at times allmost Dying... For whatever you may believe...
Maybe the best way for me to describe what it is that has happened to me is..
God, or Higher Power, whatever you believe it is... Had to just Knock me on my butt
and show me... It has taken awhile for me to see... Stop...
you must not attempt to live without my illness (M.S.) changing my life when I got away with
not much illness... Yes, I survived my life with a Monster that tried to Kill me...
Many, Many times... I escaped with my boys, and just 41 Healed Fractures...
Head to toe... But I made the stupid choice to start doing Drugs...
It helped me forget... My Past with so much Horror and Physical Pain... and that I
Made it out... Only to be diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis... I can only be
Honest... I made these choices... Mostly in selfness... Sadly, I
tried to get away with whatever I could... So I needed God to do what He had to...
It took... Putting my Best Friend... In jail for me to get clean for...
and Me getting so ill... Almost Dieing because of My Stupidity...
To show me the mistakes I made... and was making... It got me Clean...
From Drugs, smoking, and just Parting like I was O.K.... and Showing what you
give out will come back to you.... Whether you believe, Karma.... Yin Yang...
Either way it's eaiser to explain it... All I can do is tell you what I was shown...
Just always remember, what you give out... Will come back to you!
Form:
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this shining burst strokes early day’s first shade
illumination flashing all corners of galaxy’s face
and this my name was marked in womb’s white lace~~
upon Dad’s request ,as training general abroad, was made
it was Mom’s first time to bear middle- child without Dad around
all present christened me many names for fond memories~~
in the end, i had four titles, certificate’s page singing melodies
Amelia for mother’s, one that’s Grandma’s ~~others subtlety profound
Dad’s desire that real name come from district he was assigned
the meaning “goddess of light”~~first morn’s crocheted shawl~~
an image painting streaks of first daybreak’s gold, brushed wall~
that it was loved by kin, a symbol stamped in family’s history designed
still, more terms of endearment were showered upon me
the nickname” Nette” and more always drifted back and forth tenderly~~
yet, it was an abbreviated moniker plucked from late 60’s modernity
for i have come to be me ,fondly known as such~~ a gypsy so free
intimate souls affix real name with tender variants dearly strewn
~~ they cherish essence of its meaning, such presence like blooming light
my being’s shades of nitrogen green and gold gush even at night’s delight
if you can second guess the enchantment of my name, it’s almost… “DAWN”
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(( for Linda Marie's " What’s In A Name Contest" ))
In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
He told me once he loves me,
He told me that I am the only thing in this world,
He told me once he wants a family with me,
He told me once we will be married,
He promised to give me the world,
He promised me he'll always be there with me, no matter what
He promised that he'll be there for ever,
He promised me that if I am loyal and hold on on him,
He will never leave me or loose me,
Guess what all of these years?
He LIED to me,
He betray me,
He never trusted me,like he said he does
He wasn't always there for me,
When I was sad and lonely,
He walked away, never looked into my heart or eyes
He used to wiped my tears away,
But now all he does is lie and betray me,
He is forcing me to break-up with him,
He does anything he can to break my heart,
He uses me to get what he wants,
We used to be best-friends,
And now we are nothing,
He knew thats the only friend,
I got it was him who I trust and loved,
The image I had of him when I first saw him,
Its gone, the only thing I see is broken pieces of my heart,
Laying down on the crusty old floor,
I image US to grow old togather and never apart.
Form:
Blessed is the lamb led to the slaughter
-Eager smiles, cold visage
-I give truth to your mirage
-You have a golden ticket
-You have a chance to make your way
-A windowless room, I leave you there to pray
Worker ant is disposable
-The doors are fastened shut
-A lock you'll never cut
-The queen reeks of profit margins
-The triangle is ablaze
-Your endless numbered days
Surrender your huddled masses yearning to breathe free
-Give me your tired
-Perishable by fire
-Illiterates can’t read the fine print
-Give me your poor
-too dead to keep score
And I will pretend
The queen who is my friend
Had no idea why the front doors were locked
And the room had no windows
And I will defend
To uncertain ends
There but for the grace of God goes Me
In empathy for the worker, and the queen
Form:
*dedicated to Rafael Trujillo
Choose to hide or choose to run
From the barrel of my gun
Choose to flee or choose to stay
For this could be your dying day
Praise me as I stomp you down
And beat you dead into the ground
Praise my countenance revere
And you will know the face of fear
Now you see me now you don't
Now you love me soon you won't
I decide who lives and dies
Spinning truth from heinous lies
I'm the god with all the power
I'm the world's most darkest hour
Dare you ever question me?
If I'm the man you wish to be?
Pleading with a Whisper
(About the Holocaust)
By: Emily Kroeger
He begs of me to leave him.
Barley a whisper.
What can I do?
He lies here, begging me to let him die.
Barley a whisper.
What can I do?
Leave him to die?
Barley a whisper.
Leave him to be sent to a grave not worthy of him?
Barley a whisper.
No! Never!
He’s my father!
Barley a whisper.
Father!
Father!
Oh my dear father,
Barley a whisper.
I say through blurred eyes and unsteady voice,
Come, father, come,
Do not give into death.
Those lying around you have already seen heavens depths.
Barley a whisper.
Come father,
I will not let you fade away like a whisper in the wind.
My Dearest Carlotta,
my beloved inamorata,
you must be back in Austria,
far away from this dilemma.
I was an Austrian prince.
I let Napoleon convince
myself of greatness.
As an emperor and empress,
we would make great progress.
When you took my hand,
we had a great land.
Believing it all
I ignored his recall.
It led to our downfall.
I was merely a puppet on a string
controlled by a faraway king.
We possessed a title with our name.
However, in lieu of fame,
I have brought us shame.
Little did I know
at the town of Queretaro,
there would be an ignominious defeat
in the searing summer heat.
All my forces crumbled.
I am now in a small cell humbled.
Please hear my plea.
Please forgive me
for my gullibility.
I could not foresee
this fall into ignobility.
We have parted
leaving me broken hearted.
History must take its course.
Juarez shows no remorse.
I now await my demise
at tomorrow’s sunrise.
Your loving husband,
Maximilian
White steeds drew me closer
To my new home, sae very dear
The great stone castle came in view
The soldiers their brass horn blew
I stepped out all dressed in white
Ae bonnie princess of medium height
My dark eyes took the weaponry room
As I was led inside by my groom
He took me gently to the green chamber
Sae lovely, I still remember
The maids helped me settle down
Biding for the promised night in a shimmery gown
As evening advanced, my heart flutter’d
And nature spirits around me mutter’d
But alas the groom ne’er came
Black knights emerged in his name
Ae sword of silver touched my breast
Blood poured down over his vest
My lifeless body was dragged along
The stairs that were oh sae long
My soul watched in silent anguish
Ae vanishing dream that I wanted to cherish
They tried to wash away the bloodstains
Unaware, they would always remain
And today as I float amid these darkened halls
And sing my tunefu’ music thru the walls
Ae chilling breeze keeps me company
But my heart longs for a revenge on past villainy
Dedicated to my Highland friend, James Fraser
You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright,
that it was just a symbol,
a yellow piece of cloth.
Nothing was going to happen,
Yeah. Right.
Tell this to me now,
look me in the eye.
I know you can’t.
It’s been a long time
since yellow was just a color
and our star was just a shape.
They need no excuse to be violent.
They do that all on their own.
You said it was nothing,
that we would be alright.
Well look where we are now.
This poem is written in response to a section from Elie Wiesel's Holocaust memoir Night.
abstract art
doctor are you seeing spots
the family story of an artist
the plot thickens
the red spots of one page
subtlety of the blue lines
oh skeleton man
such a cold soul
i'll never know
what the window had to say
the mirror of my soul tells me instead
that i might not recognise myself
but i am priceless
the kitchen witch cursed
in the stains of the mirror
the blue ceas of the red waters
and as we spiral out of the zodiac language unsolvable riddle
what was left on every church window
an art show of throw me a bone
as i run away
throw you off my tail
chase the goose egg
chase the wrong spade
forget my face
its all over
sweet surrender giving in
where ever i go the lemonaid is soo sour
selling myself piece by piece
cashing in
slow rollercoasster
selling myself impolitley
even though you dont like me
paintings for my family
a theme for friends
and among thee works of art i give away
what does the curse of the colors give away
\black paint wasaway
stained hearts and im already insane
seeing spots again
inside this box a game to play
new rules and the angels sway with the cold souls forgotten
never did what you wanted
intertwining foundation
lost among the new paperchase
the story gets deeper
outsider looking in
outsider looking in
the colors mean something
green eyeshadow emergenxcy exit
red rum at the table of perception
when will you get it
throw you a bone so the dogs burry me another way
soo comfortable in this rusty cage
my suicidal headless blunder
teaching you something
victom again
but soapy hands
History records the triumphs of the deserving heroes,not of tyrants,
on those eternal pages to remind Humankind of their sacrifice
that were immensely cherished and safely
sealed in its graceful memory;
let mine be regarded as such,
because my purpose is to expose greed and misery,
and all I ask of the dissident is to consider my plea:
to neither retaliate or harbor any bitterness for being so harsh,
while I am ready to achieve another milestone
marking this fateful day as my new dawn...
The fall of Socialism made way for Democracy,
the Berlin's was taken down away by hands seeking freedom,
where evil once had cultivated the idea of a supreme race;
and while some empires fall, others rise even greater than the previous ones!
I have seen one fall in my turbulent life-time, an empire built by the Czars,
and who thought I'd have been so lucky to witness this from a free country:
in which to worship God is not prohibited by any means;
and I express myself knowing no measure in sending massages across
an universe which believes more in materialism,
and hates the idea of being spiritual and liberal, but chooses conservatism...
Anyone can achieve another milestone
and have his or her name engraved in stone,
marble and bronze statues of the famous are put on a pedestal:
I read their plaques and admire them all;
will mine stand on a similar altitude,
or unfairly deny me the crown of laurels, confining me to solitude?
If so, no storm would lap against me, and no sun would scorch me,
and the lamp-posts with the evasive moon wouldn't gaze down in sympathy;
but my uncertain joy can't prevent this event from occurring tomorrow,
and whatever the historians decide, many will read my obituary...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Alice! Alice wake up, She half opens the door, What? Wake the girls Ma’am’s making
breakfast
Harry did you hit your head on something? Al , Ma’am told me to wake everyone for
breakfast
I went first to “Billy’s mattress hey PET wake up, Bobby throws a pillow over his head “Jesus”
Harry shut up ,Ma’am will hear you” Ma’am told me to wake you guys up Al’s waking the girls
The girls get the tub first again : I don’t think we have to bathe today We have to go down
stairs
Everybody was ready at the top of the stairs Alice grabbed my hand “you go first Ma’am
expects it
We all joined hands and Alice prayed “Dear Heavenly Father Watch over our souls, guide
our Hearts
At the top of the stairs I yelled “Ma’am we’re ready “Call me Mom ,your eggs are getting cold
Hurry”
Everyone’s eyes darted back and forth to each other, Ginny signed Millie Ma’am said call her
MOM
Millie’s response was to fast to understand, down stairs through the living room into the
kitchen “WOW”
Eleven plates filled with Eggs, sausage, English muffins , peanut butter and jam eleven large
orange juice
We all stared with our mouths opened ; the lady in the kitchen looked like Ma’am acted like a
MOM
“You going to stand there all day catching flies or you going to eat breakfast” we scurried to
our seats
“Alice will say grace I’m going upstairs to soak, I want the dishes done and the kitchen clean
when I return”
“God we thank-you for this food, for wind and rain and Sun above :but most of all for those
we Love Amen” “” AMEN””