Best Lordship Poems
Dearest Santa, my one wish may seem strange
but please do not interpret me as snide.
I wish this kindness so please do arrange
my Christmas gift of a mail order bride.
Surely she would lighten my hard work load,
help with the children and spousal demands.
She can be pretty or favor a toad
as long as it’s English she understands.
I fail domestic perfection with house,
Mom affection with little ones each day
and attending His Lordship, my own spouse,
because my to-do list stays in the way.
Again, this may seem most unorthodox
but this is me thinking outside the box.
I know that you must judge, weigh and ponder
if I was a well-behaved girl this year:
I tried leaving home for the far yonder -
my car died before even driveway clear;
I lace my morning coffee with brandy;
hide my husband’s tickets to pro baseball;
stuff chips under chairs when comes Priest Andy;
I oft ignore my children when they call;
sometimes I name dust bunnies on our floor;
sarcasm is my first go to coping tool;
I cheat at cards when adding up my score;
and June just past, I peed in a pal's pool.
I work hard without reward all day long,
so sometimes, yeah, I get this life all wrong.
I wish to remember why I am here;
recall romantic love that started all.
I could succeed if I had a wife-peer
helping with spousal gall and toddler brawls.
I want more than bathtubs layered with dirt
and stinking trash bordering on a spill.
Let someone else produce an ironed shirt
and seek deep sleep as an ambitious thrill.
I want memories of kids where I smile
and husband conversations standing still.
I seek family love to feel worthwhile
lest I seek happy docs with happy pills.
One or both of us can wed my wished bride,
just, please, Santa, in my favor decide.
... CayCay
Written: December 28, 2017
Contest - I Want Christmas Poems
Categories:
lordship, christmas, funny, proposal, romantic
Form:
Sonnet
From the desert of Judea, a piercing call was heard.
“Turn from your sin! Prepare yourself! Listen to the Word!
Bulls and goats cannot undo the sin that you have done.
Atonement only comes, you see, by the blood of the Father’s Son.”
So, John the Baptist preached to all who came to hear.
He told of the coming savior whom crowds would come to cheer.
Destiny brought John to Jesus and Jordan’s water cleansed
the sinless Savior’s body that soon would bear our sin.
Three years or more he walked the land and told man how to live -
This Galilean carpenter who had so much to give.
He healed the sick. He raised the dead. He caused the lame to walk.
His miracles were many. His words, much more than talk.
Sometimes His words brought judgment. Often they brought love.
Sometimes He spoke of grace and hope, and mansions up above.
His words were living wisdom; even from His youth.
With Almighty God His counsel, wise men sought His truth.
His life was far too perfect to stay long here on earth.
A mission of atonement was His before His birth.
His duty was accomplished on Calvary’s rugged tree
and now He waits in Glory, to return for you and me.
When He returns from heaven, and Gabriel’s horn is heard
He will summon His unto Him with kind and loving words.
When He bids me come unto Him I will answer when He calls -
as all knees bow and tongues confess His Lordship after all.
Categories:
lordship, religion, words,
Form:
Rhyme
They flow out of a pocket of sky,
a door in the air no one saw
until dark wings shower
over our heads.
Their plumage has a metallic sheen,
as if they were made in parts,
in some elvish workshop, their wings
hammered on last.
Wings that talk to other wings,
for no starling is a starling alone;
it is ten thousand starling clones
welded into flocks of feathers.
They descend where they please.
a road, a lawn, a parking lot,
they descend, and where they land
that is their land, their acre of lordship.
See them strut like dinosaurs,
eyes as black as an eclipse.
See them stab the light, push it away
until all that litters the ground
is prey.
Owl, eagle and hawk fear to
draw near, for the flock is here,
and it will leave when it wants to.
We avoid the pecking mob,
hurry by, look away,
as another swarm of avian androids
stakes its claim upon the earth.
Categories:
lordship, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
Jesus' beauty is boundless
His mercies are matchless
His faithfulness is flawless,
His truthfulness is timeless...
He is the reason for the season.
His lordship is limitless,
His fellowship is faultless,
His great grace is guiltless,
His championship is changeless...
He is the reason for the season.
His compassion is countless,
His peace is pure and priceless,
His miracles are measureless,
His excellency is endless...
He is the reason for the season.
Jesus' joy is unspeakable,
His favour is unfathomable,
His wealth is unbeatable,
His authority is unquestionable...
He is the reason for the season.
His miracles are unimaginable,
His flaming love is unquenchable,
His blessings are uncountable,
His understanding is unarguable...
He is the reason for the season.
He inspiration is indelible,
His impressions are impeccable.
His movement is unstoppable,
His victory is undeniable...
He is the reason for the season
Categories:
lordship, celebration, christian, christmas, devotion,
Form:
Ode
No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was no any of natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
Fear, horror, dark, terror, misery and ill spirits spread
Committing destruction, death in a horrible situation,
Dust, dirt, smoke coiled over the whole atmosphere
The harmless animals are quite perplexed, helpless
They began crying, shouting, running, rushing, fainting
Seeing reddish spots and innumerable torn bodies,
They blamed one another for committing the crime,
Brawling, harming, plotting hardened in them
A long conflict complicated and awful tangled,
Loosing the worms of crime, injustice and corruption,
The virtues sunk and the vices rose everywhere
Envious state of barbarism, terrorism inflicted on them
The poor animals lost peace and principles they had
Centuries curse engulfed all what was out of thought,
Ferocious animals are in the neighbouring big forest
They always wait for chances on the helpless ones,
They do not care for hesitating in violating terms
Committing all sorts of hyenas and monstrous harms,
They know how and when to cook poisonous broth
And how to throw an unseen net to catch the rest,
Once some cats were quarrelling nearby the bush
Some wild dogs of the big forest made an instant rush,
For repeated barking mewing was beyond of hearing
Foxes and monkeys also joined within a quick haste
Crows, kites and vultures started crowing for the feast
What more, rats and mice left the bush being frightened
Dreadful tumult, commotion, collision, conflict took place
At the arrival of buffalos, deer, bears, wolfs and hyenas,
But with the unexpected appearance of lions and tigers
All the surroundings became instant silent and isolated
All went away murmuring without a single looking back,
The victorious were excited having got all easy victory
But they found troubles to enjoy the whole empire lonely
So there were roaring, shouting, blustering, threatening
Of occupying empire, power, lordship and over lordship
‘Might is right’ established in the ruleless bestial state.
Categories:
lordship, dark,
Form:
Imagism
The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Twenty-Six
Soon all the rooms at trysting hotel were for years booked through
By pilgrims from Mindanao and Minangkabau to Timbuktu
Saudi princes bought the hotels at Carrefour de Pompadour
Kings of Malaysia with retinues planned long séjours
Sea Anne-Anne’s “broken news” chartered all the sailing club’s boats
The Mayor sacked the Accounts Chief for failing to raise the rates
Sea Be-As put out feelers to buy the Pompiers de Paris
All-Cheese-Seas-Roar made a secret pact with the mosque’s prelates
All-Lions-Fun-Press opened offices at the Préfecture’s terrace
Bee-Bee-Sea late as usual wanted a Royal Palace
So they got the Queen to confer Lordship on the Président
Beings-Port set about organizing annual matches face to fa ce
Between Robo-Cops and the Darling Dears clad in chadors
On one condition: they all fought it out in the lake outdoors
Just then His Holiness with his yea-sayers strode out for air
When boom-voiced Commandant pounced on them with Robo-Cop jaws:
“Pray! Esteemed Prophet’s Emissary! Lend me thy sovereign ear!
Habeas corpus ad subjiciendum this writ makes clear
Miscreant Tent Maker’s son Omar doth s’installe à demeure… »
« STOP ! » ordained the Imam, « I must forthwith lead the dohr prayer !”
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
Categories:
lordship, allegory,
Form:
Rubaiyat
When stretched forever is my day
I while the empty hours away
in courtrooms dank with men of silk
proud and tall
lawmakers all
step lightly lest you meet their ilk
Attorneys and stenographers
lawyers and interpreters
each word they spake is tongue-in-cheek;
lear-ned judges, advocates
prosecutors, barristers
spew Latin which could well be Greek
The courtroom's packed
the gallery stacked
the charge is one of pilfering
the bookie sets
last-minute bets:
"10 to 1 his head will swing."
From the ord'ly
fing'ring his rosary:
"Court's in session! Silence! Zip it!"
His Lordship enters
sans his dentures
sucks his thumb and looks decrepit
Eyes his gavel
sneers: "You're evil!
my thumb is swollen and beet-red
you'll be detained
when next again
I miss and hit my thumb instead.
"The weather vane
predicted rain
today I'll suffer agony
you caveman's hammer
how did you
till now escape technology?"
To put it mild,
the crowd goes wild
but for the shifty-eyed accused
Judge Weatherstorm
stays true to form:
he keeps his audience amused
Th' accused meanwhile
with comely smile
winks at M'Lord to cut him slack
he'll cop a plea
of not guilty
tho' evidence against him's stacked
The star witness
non compos mentis
brain well-addled by Alzheimer's
mounts the stand
bows to his fans
with clenched fist vows the truth to utter ...
(PART 2 TO FOLLOW)
28.04.2011
(This is a work of fiction in its entirety and merely a satirical look at our corrupt
justice system.)
Categories:
lordship, funny
Form:
Rhyme
The head, a divine messenger for human leadership
Holy scriptures with direct instructions stay as the constitution
Eradication of mixed opinions to keep the sheep completely homogeneous
Official orientation of any kind is void of different beliefs
Creed established and adhered to irrespective of the human right stand
Religion, the command, staff, seal and national identity
Administration under the lordship of some proclaimed unseen forces
Creating a political system tantamount to totalitarianism
Yielding to semi-molded exposure or even close mindedness of its citizens.
Categories:
lordship, life, political, power, religion,
Form:
Acrostic
Hallowed The Halls of Antiquity
Frail The Parchment of History
When a Host of Quills Touched Destiny
And Rose a Peoples of Democracy
Hail sayeth to MAN not King?
Immortal Freedom When it Rings!
Freshly minted or neatly Forged!
No Queen or Earl or English Lord!
Across an Empire -England Stamped
With Sword and Powder and Steel Lance
And Spies and Traitors and the Gifted Lie
Soon Fear Peoples that may Do or Die
On an Island Nation Deep Dark Depths
Proclaiming freedom or cold stone death
Was Green their color yet red they Wept
As Tides of oceans the English Swept
Upon her shores and into her Land
Crushing Centuries English Black Hand
Rape and Plunder encouraged the day
Starvation Misery established the way
Intrigue with Promise and Commitment too
When they Lifted the North for only a few!
Son against Father and Father against Friend
The Wiley Weapon YOUR English Best Friend
To an Island Nation with an Emerald Sea
Of Warriors Poets Braving To Be Free
No Pestilence or Famine generations deep
Or Hangman, Lordship or Company they keep
No Black Hand Hovering -or Forcefully arrived
Dare Diminish the Centuries of Irish Celtic Pride
Never Taken Never Borrowed Never Given as a Gift
From hilly top to turf down flat to misty sea adrift
Thus was the day that born
When Robert Emmet Arrived
Thus was the day that born
When an Irishman had Died
Categories:
lordship, beauty, death, history, inspirational,
Form:
Rhyme
His Hide Was Too Wide
In jolly old England, Sir Henry, his lordship looked for a horse to ride
After a few days a horse was found and he tried to oblige
However, when Lord Henry approached his side, the horse reared in
the air and let out a loud “Yip”
Lord Henry, very upset, yelled, “Calm down old horse, we must make
this trip”
“But sir, “ said the horse, “I don't mean to be rude, but your
circumference is very wide. You could break my hip”
Of course, this hurt his Lordship's pride
“Hush up old horse, allow me to mount, or I'll use my whip!”
“Ney, Ney,” the old horse whinnied, and broke his stride, jerked
his head back, and of Lord Henry's arm took a nip.
So even though he tried, Lord Henry didn't get a ride because the old
horse thought his hide was too wide
Sorry no longer politically correct
Categories:
lordship, england, horse, nonsense,
Form:
Rhyme
What the Butler Heard
Extract from a memoir
Lord Illustrious Penge of Lampwicker Hall,
Welcomed local Toffs, to his Name-Dropper ball.
Noses upturned with a touch of conceit,
Hob-Knobbing with gentry and gentleman elite.
Colonel recalled, his luncheon with Churchill,
Discussing backbenchers and a new Commons bill.
Shooting down Stukas, Captains claim to fame
“We had no choice Sir, Hitler started the game”
Lady Bell and I, champion ballroom dance,
After meeting Fred Astaire, purely by chance.
I worked with Crosby, taught him to Croon,
Just as well really, he couldn’t sing in tune.
Rupert went to school with Dame Vera Lynn,
and starred in a war film with Anthony Quinn.
Mortenson served, in old Atlee’s Cabinet,
Roberta was a Barrister when they first met.
Bradman hit this Six, into the members stand,
Luckily, I caught it, stretching out one hand.
I got a hole in one, on the sixth at Upper Plumb,
Sir Monty looked aghast, utterly struck dumb.
Sent my son to Eton, toughen him up a tad,
Hopefully play at Flanker, just like my old Dad.
Got myself a Cadi’, drives like a dream,
Shiny sleek and black, trim of vintage cream.
Gielgud and Guinness, met me at the Royal,
A script for their new play, Rich Man & Toil.
Later with QE2, after receiving my MBE,
She asked my opinion, of the shows on BBC.
I stayed at base camp, nursing a busted leg,
Hilary splinted it up, with rope and spare tent peg.
Spent some time in Burma, till the Japs came in,
Came home to Blighty, temper wearing thin.
I was at the Oval when Hutton hit 364,
England posted 903, a record breaking score.
In service with his lordship, so many stories,
Serving champagne to upper class Tories.
Tales might be true, just a little overstated,
Like the one that got away, typically inflated.
They were rather pompous, but often kind,
Especially the ones, left with half a mind.
Get me a stiff one Walters, Champers is gassy,
Just Lords way, sounding snob and brassy.
Then I won the football pools,
Bought my wife a gem,
So now I am a gentleman,
Just like the rest of them.
Categories:
lordship, character, england, humor, satire,
Form:
Couplet
A JUMP FOR BLESSING
Once you are near I want to be nearer to you, Blessed
I wish not to go back to my roots, that far
Evils I departed from and shall quest not
Love
Only when your mercies grant me
Not in bits but full to fulfill me
Enough to last me through the sojourns
To you my Lordship in Heaven above
Lay me a bed of roses to call my sleep
Where you promise ages ago from the beginning
Bless me now
As I jump to reach you, Blessed
Love
Categories:
lordship, lost love, passion, wife,
Form:
Haiku
The young boy was pale,
He walked slowly in the alley
No. 41.His skeleton hand hold a rusted tin can.
He was in business,for him it was.
On his innocent face,
In a modern world,who really forgotten
Kids like him was also human too.His eyes
Pasted on a piece of bread on the dirty pavement.
On his side was tall buildings,on the other was a busy EDSA.
A dove whose feather blacken by the third world metropolis,
Peeped down from the lamp post,
Measuring the distance of the bread on the ground
Look at the child,inclining its head side ward,
Then,their eyes meet,resting on each other stare
Like eternity,
And it flew toward the blinding sun.
The boy saw a man approached,
Polished shoes landed on his lunch
The gold Rolex,tailored clothes,big ring,
A heavy necklace hung loosely on beefy neck.
Surprised on a sudden hand that raised on his way,
"Move out!" bellowed angrily,then scurried quickly on a green traffic
light. "Fool..."the boy sighed.
Business is business,he thought,as he reached out the crushed bread
Uttered a little prayer,ate it religiously with tears on his eyes.
Every bite he remembered his little brother he left this morning
on their cartoon box house
At Smokey Mountain outside Manila,its smoke ascend forever
Till the end of time,because of the corrupt lordship in kings palace
His little brother burned at stake alive waiting for his pancit.
His father was an inmate at Bilibid prison selda katorse (14)
His mother was a girl in the street.
Then an old woman came out at the Binondo Church.
Walked briskly as the wind swept the dusk on summer days.
Stopped,a discolored dirt hand spread for an alms.
Irritated,she rummaged her purse,and gently place the one peso
on the boys hand,made sure to slow her movement,maybe the rest
Were looking at her, she raised her brow and smile
"Of course.", she said sweetly
Father hope will see this act she thought that
Might mention her name in homily,Mrs. Cerbo was kind to the poor.
He spit the coin and swipe it on his dirty torn shirt
And say..."God Blessed Maddame."
Then he ran at the little Sari-sari store
Brought a piece of bread,break it into halves
He hid his share on his pocket
Then tossed the half on the side walk
When the boy had gone, blue wing landed
Ate with pride and thinking, "stupid boy..stupid boy..".
Categories:
lordship, bird, brother, bullying, childhood,
Form:
Blank verse
As Jesus came to this earth
then a babe for the first time
will come again as the risen king
to judge all whatever their crime
So now is our preparation time
to get ready for the kings coming
living a life that pleases God
a thought most marvellously stunning
To do this we must trust Jesus
believing on His work of redemption
dying on the cross for us He did
so we can receive His salvation
When we truly believe on this saviour
bowing under His sovereign lordship
walking with him day by day
knowing His presence kept by His grip
Then we are ready to meet Him
when He comes one glorious day
to perfect our glorious sanctification
then well done He shall say
So are you ready for the great event?
are you living for this world or for Christ?
if not for Christ then it'll be too late
for then you'll pay an eternal price!
Categories:
lordship, future, god, jesus, spiritual,
Form:
Rhyme
Trudging up a slate strewn track,
storm clouds gather.” Let’s turn back.”
As expected son slips over,
knee is cut, face like thunder.
“We should have turned left by the wall,
but, as usual you know it all.”
Two hours later find the path,
grimy rings around the bath.
Muddy boots line the hall,
grubby hand prints on the wall.
Sipping on some Pinot Gris,
his lordship states, “That was a breeze.”
“Tomorrow I want to reach that rock,
the escarpment at the top”.
Puts down her tea with Bergamot
“Do what you like, do what you want”.
Plasters on a mud face pack,
rolls her eyes and turns her back.
GRAY - For: Color My World - Nette Onclaud
by Patricia Lucas-Clarke
Categories:
lordship, family
Form:
Light Verse