Best Like Kings Poems
POLITICIAN PERDITION
Do you find yourself analytical
When it comes to things political
Corpulent men in suits and ties
Cheat with promises and lies
With true intent we go to vote
To make choice of ass or goat
Labor, Nationals, Libs and Greens
Strut their stuff like Kings and Queens
Have you met an honest Pollie?
Show me one - I'll shout: By Gollie!
With their hands deep in our pockets
They send taxes up like rockets
The grass withers and crops die
For feed and water creatures cry
While there's water up on Mars
And in ‘swamp’s’ well plenished bars!
Trump - outsider - stands his ground
Trait in Pollies seldom found
He treats leaders, lords and Kings
Marionettes dangling on strings.
Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough
Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
So let’s give an admonition
To bog dwelling politicians
‘Had enough to fill your cup
Drink it down! Your time is up!’
Oh how sweet the taste of living, its soothing full; and joy..
This spring..' roll fields of clover, where ride the horse & boy
when wide blue sky is stretching, and forest boughs show green
there sweetly smile the maidens, as farmers feel like kings
upon the shaded benches, people sit this day; the lark is rising steeply
where winds a dust clad; pilgrims way..'
FALL INTO WINTER
The ducks lace the water's edge,
like ruffles on a skirt.
Back-lit leaves in sunset, red and purple,
fall cold upon the dirt.
The air so soft, that kisses gently,
against our summer skin.
Tawny heads and knowing eyes,
that autumn's settled in.
The jack-o'-lanterns' abandoned lights,
with contorted, spoiled faces.
They set our closing spirits up,
to tuck us in our places.
The smoke now swirls from chimney tops,
as early is the eve.
The orange and yellow candles dance,
as summer takes her leave.
Upon the hilly golden knoll,
an old barn creaks and sways.
Though paint and nails have fixed it's wounds,
it's seen some better days.
At night the feathered frost appears,
and lies upon our stoop.
The stars conspire, in comet ice,
in tails that loop-de-loop.
As we sleep like kings and queens,
inside our downy beds,
The autumn's crisp night, nudging brings,
a single silver thread.
By Edlynn Nau
Sitting here watching TV about the Sherlock Homes tales,
we are all biting our nails. Who done it we ask~was it the whales, waiting for the next scene and details. The door bell rings, who can it be~we all chimed in like kings. There was no door bell ringing in the TV show, Mr. Orange got up to see who was at our door,
a few minutes later he returned with a roar. We asked~who was at the door for fun, Mr. Orange said~no one. With tomato sauce running down his chin, the evidence was in. Mr. Orange had eaten the whole pizza with a grin, John must re-order one for us or we will become thin. Never leave Garfield alone with a pizza box, he just cannot help himself when it comes with lox. As the writer and house detective there is no doubt, I have just figured this one out.
Date Written: 7/19/2022
Virginia's abound with hills that roll off her shoulders
Wet rocks glisten on the edge of the lazy water
Translucent fish arching through the cold channels
Silver barbed hooks rusting in tree trunks
Dangling over the water, and breathing life into the earth
Wet like your skin, see-through blue eyes
Making waves as the children pirouette off the stone cliffs
Disappearing into the emerald green and slate shadows
Meeting the cool rush of the river when they get down there
Or that old carp that Lizzy caught last summer but she let go
Swim bladders shining like mirrors, reflecting oily promises
Running after the great blue, pistons heaving in the hills
Soot on daddy's solemn brow, over his gentle eyes
They all come running, soaking and plodding home
Eager hands grasping for the pie in the window
While the last beat of the summer wind kicks around
Makes the quilt with many colors take flight on the line
One more day under the belt, and another notch in the bed post
Sleep like kings, little Southern Royalty
That old time hang dog moon will see you through
Jesus Christ Be Praised
By Roy Merritt
He went to see the queen of Spain told her the world was round
That he could get to the east going west that’s what he had found
He told her if he sailed the Atlantic kept going that way
He could find the wondrous Orient could even find Cathay
Then they wouldn’t have to go east down that long Silk Road
And worry about the Muhammadans or bandits as they go
And so after several tries they finally gave in agreed
And gave him the money for three ships whatever else he’d need
And so on August 3 he set sail pushing out to sea
With three ships the Nina, Pinta and the Santa Marie
And so after many tribulations pushing along with the wind
On Oct. 12 they spotted land their journey at its end
They landed in Hispaniola the natives sorely amazed
They’d never seen such a sight in all their many days
They treated the strangers kindly treated them just like kings
Treated them with human kindness amazed by many things
So Columbus returned to Spain told them of many treasures
This land could provide of many great pleasures
But by his third visit there he'd inspired much hate
The natives wanted to kill him they by now irate
He’d turned them to bondage to work as a slave
Claiming to make them Christian, Christian to be saved
This be the way the true Christian word
To enslave a man in bondage which certainly be absurd
Oh yes this be the religion Jesus Christ inspired
The one and only true religion soon to spread like fire
And at last it made to Europe continent of the white man
Who declared an intention to spread it to every land
And so off they went conquering Jesus Christ be praised
At the same time enriching himself turning men to slaves
Turning men to slaves turning them into beasts
Jesus Christ be praised Jesus Christ GIVE FEAST!
We walk alone, towards the sight
There are the fragrant roses bright,
Bees sip nectar, queen kisses drone.
Towards the sight, we walk alone.
In our old age, we hail flowers.
Grown tall after the last showers:
Tulips and bluebells are the rage.
We hail flowers, in our old age.
See the great pond, with insects bright,
As dragonflies fly, what a sight.
Making love for they have a bond.
With insects bright, see the great pond.
In the large pool, swans glide along,
Some cygnets follow growing strong,
Best for them not to play the fool.
Swans glide along, in the large pool.
The small bell rings, it's closing time.
Back home, rickety stairs we climb.
Happy for now we feel like kings.
It's closing time, the small bell rings.
Today I left an imprint
On a lonely river bank shore
The clouds rose high like Kings reigning over their kingdom
The waves, faithful followers
Bowed down to them once more
My laughter echoed down the beach carried from the western wind
Then I dipped my toes in
Lifting my tshirt over my head, I felt the summer sun blushing my skin
Pulling my shorts down my hips,
In my black Bikini I dove in
Feeling a smile cross my lips
I closed my eyes, as I drifted along
The lapping sound of the waves reminiscent of a true paradise song
Clyde
My golden retriever swims graceful circles around me
Bobbing his head along the surface, he is the best hunter.....
For scaring away minnows, he is my little protector
We sat together in awe worshipping the sunset
The
Deep Crimson, ginger and amythyst
Sunset
Feeling the water trickling down my hair, onto my back,
I realized it was not time to leave for home, no not yet
Now
Silhouetted
By the lowering sun
I have a new appreciation for Darkness.
And by darkness I don’t mean Van Goghs Starry night
No,
Although the stars that, night burned brilliantly bright
No
I know
There is an elegance in shadows
This place is sacred and hallowed
I made an imprint on the beach
But it will be edged away by the constant lapping of the shore
This place will leave an imprint in my memory, that I will keep
Forevermore.
The God Reset
All Hail the mega-Temple brokers!
The Heavenly stock sellers
Chomping at the bit
Who parade in their Gucci suits
Escorting you comfortably
(like Kings)
Into “the Kingdom”come.
Beware:
Its a counterfeit kingdom
Not the real deal.
(Love money, much?
(Oh, but we won’t really actually tell you if we don't think you'd be a good “asset” in “our" Kingdom--)
They seem like they know something
You don’t know-- their words seem so godly,
Their knowledge of spiritual things so impressive-but then you hear them prognosticate:
“And did you know,
A ‘powerful message’ can be yours if you only throw
a few shekels our way today?”
(of course, they don’t exactly say it that way)
Coming straight from GD!
And advocate for a Kingdom that runs on cash.
They’ll happily seat you in
The First row,
Sell you a religious show,
Put the God mirror out in front
Of your sorry old face and sell
Repentance.
And then, when you repent, (properly and self-consciously)
they’ll grab you by the shoulders,
Hug you, and then ask you if you
Want to join the church...
“Looks like a Winner”, they silently intone, as you
Reach for your wallet.
Now they’ve sold you a
False Christ.
And you weren’t even in on the deal!
You thought you were sincere!
You didn’t sign up for a
Dead-end religion that would steal your
Joy, and maybe even your new-found love for GD-
You signed up for a
New Life.
Beware of the status-quo christians,
The little”c” christians
The walking dead,
Frozen Chosen
Lack of real emotion,
Preaching a gospel
Of “Cultural Churchianity”.
It’s not the real
thing-- the Christ-centered gospel that
Calls for a clean heart, and a
Clear conscience--
A gospel that has nothing to do with
The brand of your clothes, the number
Of dollars in your Bank Account,
The car in your garage, or the paid-off mortgage!
Wake up,
Heaven Brokers!
Your “stock” is rapidly falling,
And Christ is getting tired of calling
Cuz you hung up your gD- phone long ago,
When you let greed and fame
Consume your soul.
Penguin's Dream
The Penguins were busy,
In their joyous dance,
Like teenagers, who get lost,
In their first love and talks. 01
Love was shining brightly,
In their lustrous lovely eyes,
And the Joy of love was splashing,
In every steps of their dance. 02
Amazed by their beauty in grace,
I felt a rhythm of joy in their mood,
As if, I too was in tune with them,
With a pinch of love, sprouting in me. 03
Age, in those beautiful moments,
Had no longer remain a barrier for me,
Waves of joy we're touching the sky, and
My mind was in dance with those Penguins. 04
Those beautiful birds were moving like Kings & Queens,
Without fearing for yesterday and tomorrows,
Penguins were looking towards their soul mates with love,
Enjoying completely the moments, they were breathing. 05
They all were still in muttering mood,
In their joyful dance of love and singing,
Penguins continued their alluring dance,
Away, quite far away from me. 06
Suddenly a big cold splash gave me a jolt,
And I found, I was only dreaming Penguins,
Unknowingly I too was floating on waves,
With some of my early age Penguin dreams. 07
Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th May 2012
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
I owe a thanks to my friend BillytheKidster for his Photo on Penguin, which gave birth to this Poem.
There Once Was A Man ...
There once was a man, oh so brave
Who would sleep in a hole, called a grave ...
Well, him being the host
To so many a ghost,
He arranged a big bash, called a rave
In days of Neanderthal knaves
When the men ruled like kings in their caves ...
and not being too keen
About keeping them clean ...
Often took on some wifes, called them slaves
There once was a man with a stave
Overseeing a holy enclave ...
Well, maintaining a grin
While absolving the sin,
He assessed wicked tales and forgave
There once was a monk with a wave
Who desired a head with a shave ...
Well, the barber was such
That she cut back too much
Thereby leaving his globus concave
There once was a man in the nave,
Although pious he could not behave ...
But they paid him no mind,
’Caus his name was maligned,
Being simply a sinner to save
There once was a man quite depraved
A voluptuous life was thus craved ...
Well, continuous sin
Ended doing him in -
On his tombstone they carved ‘Misbehaved’
I want to lead you to safety like Harriet Tubman,
While we are on our way,
I want to stop traffic like Garrett Morgan,
Before we get there,
I want to right all wrongs like Supreme Court Justice Thurgood Marshall,
While we are here I want to ensure that our minds and spirits are in the
right place and then we will get our hearts pumping like Dr. Daniel Hale Williams,
So that we can run through fields of gold like Jesse and Wilma,
And dance to the beat of a thousand drums like Katherine
Dunham and Josephine Baker,
I want to be the first up to bat like Jackie and Hank,
I want to resound through your ears and your memory bank,
Like Mahalia, Marion and Billie,
I want to fight battles like Muhammad and Joe,
I want to take a stand so that others may sit in comfort,
Like Ida and Rosa,
I want to give of my time, life, heart, mind, body and soul so that future generations
won't have to sit in the dark and sit on the sidelines like
Martin and Malcolm,
I want to soar through the bluest of skies like the
courageous Tuskegee airmen and Dr. Mae Jemison,
I want to be the first beauty you recognize like Vanessa Williams,
I want to undermine and backhand stereotypes like Althea, Venus
and Serena Williams,
I want to paint broad presidential brush strokes of the
the First Lady and her beau with hues of justice like Simmie
I want to act like kings and queens like Harry,
Sidney, Lena and Cicely,
I want to live on through the pages of your memory,
Like Maya, Zora, Lorraine, Langston and James,
can't you see?
Waterfalls
They glide down and past, grand
Just like Queens, in long flowing silk robes...
What a sight!
They bear majesty too
Just like Kings, seated rightly on thrones.
Fall Segments -
They wait to take their place,
Not unlike princes, set to take charge
Waterfalls
They still are their own selves -
And live to calm minds of Earth’s beings…
*Fall segments are tiny tributaries of Waterfalls.
Form - Crystalline - 3/6/9
Alligator always thought he could fly
He wanted to have wings
Like a butterfly
Butterfly wanted to be strong
Have big teeth,
she had wishes underneath
Alligator wanted to swim in the air
Touch the clouds
Get out of his lair
Butterfly wished she could be an alligator
Not to fear
She had all clear
One day, they both met
at the island place
what heartbreaking case!
Let’s change our bodies- they said.
Alligator tried to fly around
But he fell down
Butterfly tried to scare a giraffe
But that made animals
Have a good laugh
After failing tries
they decided to live together
no matter the weather
Butterfly on alligator’s back
Didn’t feel a snack
But ready to attack
Alligator wearing wings,
felt like kings.
What a wonderful thing.
Let me bottle up your anguish and throw it out to sea
Let me swallow your pain forever and ask your tears to flee
Let me take you by the hand and walk you through the park
Let me blanket you with Love and protect you from the dark
Let me give you my only heart and melt away your sorrows
Let me hug your golden soul and give you new tomorrows
Let me carry your heavy cross and adorn you like Kings and Queens
Let me comfort you forever even in your dreams
Let me give you the sky and clouds along with the color blue
Let me give you a summer’s smile cheek to cheek with a cherry hue
Let me give you Angel’s Wings so you may soar beyond the trees
Let me give you waves of Joy and laughter that flutter in the breeze.
To all the Mom's & Dad's who ever took care of a sick child...as seen through their eyes.
And to my sisters in law Paula & Lisa...with Love...^WW^...Nov. 21, 2015