Best Majesties Poems
As light escapes, the lustrous moon ascends
a prelude to the majesties of night
with shining constellations that transcend
and shooting stars that burn with heaven's light.
Night's canopy unfurls its galaxies
with planet earth along the milky way
to join with glorious skies, orbiting so free
unique with life, an abundant, grand display.
As Jupiter and Mars round sun again
along with Venus, Pluto in its wake
this requiem of solar dance began
in ages past by God for His own sake.
A galactic promenade in gleaming reverie
ordained above in interstellar harmony.
Written on 5/15/2017
Categories:
majesties, inspiration, night,
Form:
Rhyme
“Maverick”
Mavericks are made
in the silence
spent
where
freedom
is kept locked tight
in solitary confinement
moments melting
down visceral pain
through love
and
loveless madness
fierce swords are
grown from what’s
left of the shattered
Heart’s core
self-belief taken up again
intellect fox cunning
running the gauntlets
between the
dishonour guards
in Hell’s burning rain
Majesties are silver spoon
and coddled born
Mavericks are delivered
from hot kitchens and
cool as milk made
to lead
Warriors Brave
through
The Storm
Mavericks are made
to reign
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"I am the master of my sea"
Maverick
An unorthodox or independent-minded person.
Categories:
majesties, appreciation, courage, freedom, i
Form:
Free verse
A day of beauty -rainbows on the sky;
the oceans’ and the mountains’ majesties;
bold colors when day’s light begins to die -
my muse delights in wonders such as these.
Emotions – mostly happy ones – not sad;
imaginings that make my spirit dance;
a time recalled because I felt so glad;
nostalgia of a beautiful romance.
A story that is begging to be told
poetically! I feel the need to try
to put down words and also turn to gold
most precious moments that have made me sigh.
I rarely write from sorrow or from strife.
My muse is most enthused by love of life!
July 28, 2020 for the Muse Poetry Contest of Regina McIntosh
Categories:
majesties, muse,
Form:
Rhyme
Our Country Tis of thee, sweet land of Liberty,
That bleeds Red, White and Blue across the sands of a distant land.
For purple mountain majesties and amber waves of grain..
Their blood is among the plains.
Do You pledge allegiance to the Flag for which it stands,
One nation In need of God…
These United States Of America.
Oh does that star spangled banner yet wave in the hearts and mind’s
Of those who love it more than life.
For some it is their only gift
The greatest gift of all.
From Sea to shining sea ,
They’ve come and they’ve gone.
Some nameless, some known,
We all die,,
But some never come home
The Brave,,,Back to the land of the free.
W.A.R
Categories:
majesties, death, dedication, visionary, sea,
Form:
Free verse
Instead of amber waves of grain
We witness somber waves of pain
Our beautiful for spacious skies
Are filled with angry, hurtful cries
While purple mountain majesties
Look down on civil travesty
No brotherhood from sea to sea
When hate still shines on you, on me
Can this America sustain
While blood now seeds the fruited plain
Can we not overcome this shame
When we are clearly all the same
Categories:
majesties, anger, conflict, grief, pain,
Form:
Rhyme
Clinging to sunny Bognors regal
skirts
At his Majesties most royal verges
The readied hand thrusts upon the
lever,
And, shuddering, She forward lurches.
Clanking ominously over diesel fueled
growls,
Expediency, they said, was driven
to ignore:
The raised up objections and anguished
frowns,
And track them under tracked-over
ground.
For by unanimous vote they did smugly
decide,
Albeit tales of backhanders hotly denied,
That poor clymping Parish could no longer
abide
The daily through fare of the popular ride.
So when you next travel upon the new
Bypass
Think of the local residents you no longer
harass;
Dwell on the advantages you formerly
decried,
Whilst ripping through the greenbelt
to the jolly seaside.
Think of their tearooms, and the little
stone bridge,
Think of the old fort just beyond the sharp
ridge;
Think of their gift shops decked out with
festoons,
With bright little trinkets, plates and silver
spoons.
For over and beyond the ancient on-looking
hills
Creeps an old warming wind that carefully
steals:
To gently gather up the wretched mechanical
sounds -
And bear them away above the pale, distant
Downs!
Categories:
majesties, change, community, corruption,
Form:
Rhyme
Stilled again across the canals broadening
Girth;
Mesh cages of rock-filled Gabions
Reinforcing patches of exposed and arid earth,
Reflecting the glints that gleefully
Twist and dance in the hot glare of the sun...
Provoking images and stirring indefinable feelings
That begin to irrevocably up and run;
Pictures and voices crowding into my mind:
Immersing me in the flooding moments
To which i am briefly resigned.
Now momentarily staid by the shimmering
Instance
In which i find myself inextricably caught,
Perplexed by something rather intangible,
Seeming almost to tease and laugh
Whilst confounding upon my evasive and
Fleeting thoughts;
As glancing across at the opposite bank
Where drawn up a line of densely packed trees..
I swore...I heard the reel of a high squealing
Fiddle -
Playing ever so briefly alongside a tricky little
Breeze.
For stood there I, wondering,
On a grey painted swing-bridge:
Of brightly painted Steamers, dirty Trampers
And of double masted white canvassed Brigs.
Oh! The everlasting glory of a New World order
Redefined:
Entrusted to those instructed in her Majesties
Construction of sprawling Victorian sublimes!
The men who heroically dug, picked, blasted and
Strove:
To securely fasten an Iron cast girdle around
An ever diminishing blue globe.
Dreaming of long ago, dutiful, Golden-Age days
Rigorously pursued down, what are now,
Weed strewn, abandoned byways.
Faustian clothing and a Velveteens cap;
The thick buckled leather gaiters held about
By the strap.
Many the word spoken in a soft southern brogue:
All hail the glorious navigators -
The navvies of old!
Staunch and desperate men forced to resign
Their native Gaelic shores
And burden unto themselves with
Mattocks, shovels and garishly painted-up whores.
Under the high flaming beacons
And over the obscure little brow -
They carved out the new waterways
To float the laden down prow.
Yes! Men of the Emerald Isles
I salute you and your kinsfolk
From lands cast westwards afar:
The magnificent "Paddies" from the verdant island -
Of Erin-Go-Bragh!
Categories:
majesties, history, travel,
Form:
Rhyme
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name,
Nefertiti.
Cast red sails towards infinity's,
Swift currents.
Nile waters part steadily
Anubis guardian of the dead,
Receive thus living deity.
Let sacred alters burn bright,
Light sacrifices ashen embers,
In thine honers reverence.
Beneath desertions desert ruins,
Lies etched upon mortar's stone.
A royal tomb bearing her,
Majesties,
Unspoken name, Nefertiti.
Golden saddles press against,
Mortals realm,
Behold a phantom goddess,
Brushed ageless,
By times untarnished memory,
The pasted reveals truths,
Magnificence.
Through redemption's flame,
Two scepters crisis cross,
Within beauty's touch.
An ancient throne has,
Been reclaimed.
Raise great sphinx, from
Your sacred resting place,
Shake free fetters sandy mane,
Breath once again,
His might’s roar harold’s,
Her return.
Soft winds blow against,
Freedoms breeze,
Exposing a glittering figure,
Standing tall,
Beside the great monolith.
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower
Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name.
Nefertiti.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
majesties, art, beauty, history, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
Let not the pain of death enter my body
I the Pharaoh, son of the gods
Here my wife, who is the daughter of the Nile
The daughter of Isis sits beside my throne,
Is she not beautiful?
I live and roam the abode of the gods,
In eternity I stay with the majesties
Of the immortal gods
Mortality has no hold of me
I alone carry the staff of Osiris,
Behold! I judge thy weight of the heart,
With that of the golden feather
Thoth that measures thy heart shall tell me of thy heart’s content.
If I find thy heart lighter than the feather;
And find thy honesty,
I shall let you enter the heaven of the gods and goddesses.
If not, then, a beast to devour thee, waits for the dishonest.
Know me by my throne, made of gold
I am cloth with ornaments made of jade and sapphire,
White silk of clothing, with jewels from faraway lands.
Anyone that dear look down upon me shall die
And those that despise me, shall fine their homes burned down,
with fires from heaven.
Who am I? I have asked thee
Look at Anubis, the son of Nephthys bringer of death.
Do you await him to bring me great sorrow?
Shall he warp me with a yard of cloth?
Shall I find peace in death and my fate be judge by him?
If so, I have a place among them.
My afterlife is in paradise, their awaits a bundle of joy
With music of the immortal, with harps, lutes, lyres
And servants to tend to my every need.
But even if I die, the weight of mine own heart, shall be as light as a feather.
For I know mine own honesty.
As I sail across the sandbank of Apophis,
I have my guide, Ra, the god of the sun to light my path
No monstrous serpent of chaos shall wreck his boat,
The boat in which, I am in.
So, I ask thee, traveler from the west
What is thy business with a god?
Look at my palace, is it not magnificent?
Has is not, the decoration and flowers that surpasses all human designs?
I have built these with rocks
Sands was the foundation of my legacy,
Shall all things compare to that of the past days?
I carry the burden of my glory, and yes, it is heavy.
But will such foundation as the sand be strong enough to hold against the tide?
Love is abiding that is true, but only in those who welcomes it.
My love for my beautiful wife, oh! How well have I been treated
With love from her is better than any pleasure a man can have.
Faithful to the gods or my wife? That I know not.
Categories:
majesties, daughter, death, heart, light,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
THEIR MAJESTIES
The appearance of lions attests to their majesty
A creature by Man infused with all sorts of fantasy
There are humans whose brains are afflicted with zoanthropy
They think by killing to absorb a lion's vitality
So they pursue and steal his life with alacrity
Lions have none whom they fear
Except when the monomaniacal predator called man is near
Heavy the head who wears a king's crown
For the lowly will steal it to call it their own
Not understanding kingship resides never in claws and fur
It's in your spirit which the thieves cannot incur
Categories:
majesties, animal, environment, how i
Form:
Couplet
You are a poet of his majesties high court
I am a poet of the cobblestone street
You write sonnets with cadence pure
I write rhymes with tempos unsure
Your words honor the King's men in war
My words honor the downtrodden and poor
Your poems are bound in books with silken covers
While my writings sometimes fade like fallen lovers
Poets we both are as we write by twinkling candle light
Seeking words to inspire and bring hope throughout the dark night
But alas we shall never meet as we live in far different worlds
But we share a bond that is found in a poems loveliest of pearls
For the words that we cast reach deep into other's minds
And the visions created are indelibly imprinted there for all time
Categories:
majesties, poetry, poets,
Form:
Rhyme
Peaks and valleys not unknown.
Some rivers to swim through.
Majesties still to be shown.
Glories that heal and renew.
Traveling out into the wild.
This journey not easily met.
Opened eyes like a little child.
Those memories not lived yet.
Coins tossed into life's deep fountain.
Have laughed and loved and lost.
Yet nothing's kept me off that mountain.
I climbed it no matter the cost.
I view my life as a book in the making.
Each loved one has their own page.
They all create a memory worth taking.
Together we'll waltz on life's stage.
For contest "What Life Means To Me"
sponsored by Jerry T. Curtis
Categories:
majesties, adventure, life,
Form:
Rhyme
Sight
A sense
I cannot
perceive its end.
To view life's beauty
And grandest majesties
Mountains, birth, sky, a poem
The face of my love all his life
To see is boundless in the extreme
Sight; the most profound gift ever given.
5th place in the "ETHEREE ME" contest by Andrea Dietrich.
A. Green
Categories:
majesties, inspirational
Form:
Etheree
In a world full of sadness,
The golden light of our Creator,
Shall shine for evermore.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
Those of us that follow,
The way of the truth,
Shall rise up and up,
To the golden Kingdom,
With the begotten Ones.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
The golden laws of our Creator,
Shall reign and reign,
Unend, unend.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
And for evermore there shall be,
Delight for every one of us.
For our minds,
Shall flourish and flourish,
To be marvelously golden,
And enlightened,
With glorious Knowledge.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
Now, now,
This marvelous work shall be done,
Not by medicine,
Nor by any creature of this earth.
For only our Creator,
The majesty of all majesties,
Has the most glorious Knowledge,
To shape our minds.
And when we hearken,
To words of truth alone,
Our wondrous Creator
Shall triumphantly adopt us,
Again and again.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
And we shall be known,
As children of Light,
And go forth,
With minds of tomorrow,
As His holy ones.
For our Creator shall,
Bestow our minds,
With the most wondrous gold,
That shall not wither,
As flowers do,
For seasons on end.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
And with golden minds,
We shall come to know,
That in life there are,
A multitude of worlds,
With worldly stages,
And so much clapping,
To break away all pains.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
So we must know,
That our Creator is Wondrous,
And He brings golden triumphant.
Now, how shall we praise our mighty Creator?
We shall sing days on end,
We shall dance days on end,
And with open hearts,
We shall kneel to our Creator.
In this goodly praise,
The sadness of this world,
Shall turn and turn,
To unending rejoice.
Elohim, Elohim, we all shall sing!
© Suzanna Scarlett Sladojevic 2017
Categories:
majesties, beautiful, inspirational, life, motivation,
Form:
Lyric
Shadows filtered through shafts of light,
The overwhelming emptiness of time abounds.
And we meander through the clockwork tempest of our years,
But the ghosts do not sleep; to remain forever haunted,
By the laughter of the crisp dawn of a newborn day,
The subtle and solemn ebb of a middays lull,
And a solitary and lonely, but steadfast, crescent moon,
Keeping silent vigil over a thriving blue planet far beyond the stars.
As those of the living remain trapped within a vast and unending sea of
eternal endearment,
Those whom embrace the mystery that is life itself, to be and to become and to cease,
Beneath the tolling of the mournful and solitary death knell that inevitably awaits us all,
We that dwell amongst the undeniable majesties of the untamed and ancient universe.
And as I ponder the ghosts of yesteryears gone awry, the faces of those, gone yet not forgotten,
My weary but ever-questioning mind finds the solace of my yearning soul in the bosom of rising sun,
And the inviting warmth in the glorious gift of a rebirthed, yet waning dawn of another newborn day.
Categories:
majesties, beautiful, creation, universe,
Form:
Prose