Best Monarchy Poems
Limerick : Once a scandal-ridden Monarchy
Once a scandal-ridden Monarchy
Took to breeding with Tom Dick & Harry
The last Prince with scant blue
Donned the saffron robe true
Thus Millésime House lost lineage Tree.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart and wing.
Revolution, war, and politics too,
The crown's weight heavy, a burden anew.
With every reign, there comes a test,
A challenge faced, a trial to best.
And though the past may be long gone,
The present's woes still march upon.
The coronation looms, a weighty day,
A momentous event, with much to say.
For though the crown may rest on his head,
The king must tread on paths unknown ahead.
The world outside is fraught with strife,
A changing tide that threatens life.
The monarchy's place, now questioned anew,
A balance found, yet untried and true.
The king must rise, to meet the test,
To find his way, to do his best.
To hold true to his duties, to his throne,
And to lead his people to the fortune.
For though the road ahead is fraught,
The crown must lead, with purpose and thought.
To show the way, with steady hand,
And to guide his people, through troubled lands.
We join and pray when the coronation nears,
That the king will rise, to face his fears.
To lead his people, with strength and grace,
And to hold true to the monarchy's ancient place.
With crown upon your head, a heavy weight to bear,
Best of luck to serve the nation being clever with care
May you selflessly lead, with noble heart and mind,
And work to heal the damage of the past, left behind.
Long live the king, may your reign be long,
May your rule bring prosperity, love, and song.
God wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkeyGod wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkey
To dazzle the curious populace
That might wonder if now its the time and place
To shed the over familiar embrace
Of a pale, stale, overripe monarchy
The media's wet dream fantasy
Filling front pages with hyper hysteria,
'Did Andrew deflower a teenager under the wisteria...?'
What will it take for everyone to see,
He's no emperor and, without clothes on
He's as naked as you and me....
Majesty and Grace, Duty and Forbearance,
Yet who was the woman behind the smile,
A mother, wife whose youthful preference
To live a simpler life among the rolling hills of her beautiful green isle.
Yet fate plays games, it's choices rarely random,
In a time of need this girl it deftly summoned,
The world she knew requested to abandon
To fast become a Monarch worldly wise and seasoned.
She heard the call and from it she did not shrink,
Swearing to reign with wisdom and intent,
To her dying day to be that constant link
A caring hand, a guiding light, until her flame was spent.
Seventy summers so very fast went by,
Her presence always at our side,
Now she's gone and with Angels does she lie
Her soul at rest gently departed on an ebbing tide.
We will miss her, and yet in our hearts does she remain,
Memories of a truly special woman and a Queen,
Forever shall we the knowledge of her deeds retain,
History the judge of how truly special she has been.
Monarchy Martyr!!!
Hardest of bargaineers, and pioneers,
Chat feedback on how we don't care,
Lend me an ear, fear no savage,
These fake dramatical cats wearin their lives backwards,
Shhhh, crack a backwoods.
Tis' funny, the world just caving in,
The worst from within,
Manifest and sparks my quest,
I'm here to build a nation,
Map it out and destroy temptation,
Then renovate thought,
Sip on right now high stakin,
While some crooked eye cop
Playin the corner sooo hot,
You can smell the bacon,
Steady moves we're makin,
School principles for rapist,
Murdered by math teacher,
Dating my 8th grade friend
For free lunch and straight A papers,
Something for nothing, better be the bravest,
Blue jean, black tie, sharp eyed badged gunmen,
Colombine freak minds on my block,
41 shots and free Amadou me,
Forget the runnin!
My heart goes out to those who struggle,
Millenium men with power beyond muscle,
Feel my fury!
These corporate world threats,
Most late bloomies, came to do me in rudely
Yall should ride with me,
See why men die and strive for free,
Like a black man i'm proud to be raised in these means streets,
Like a Rob Dinero in heat
We chastize the wise for knowledge intelligently,
Sooo, captivated i hate it,
We're only half free, a different type man,
Sober off henny , drunk off reality,
Casually conquer catastrophy,
My main goals to grow old past chapter three,
Their after me !
Monarchy Martyr.
O, Your Highness hold below that dominance ...
lets gets rid of sin niche
to appear all over its meaning clear
no hidden word blame
and we will bathe light
O, Your Highness stand beyond that dominion...
we are you wearing that crown
arranged by the time itself
we are always over your head
Above us the sky is always waiting
O, Your Highness lie down that presentiment...
we do not want to laugh in the party
roll your bed is too filled by dust
let a closed eye on every lie
We realize that death often comes uncertain
O, Your Highness keep that silence...
we shall dwell in quiet
There is an hour
which interferes with work -
"our hour".
We use it, or are used by it,
to bound round supermarket chains
or sandwich bars.
See? We're bound by bars and chains.
Workers pound the counter at
the Queen's Head every lunchtime.
Time for lunch, not time for hunger -
hunger learns to coincide with lunch.
The counter which we use,
or are used by,
the Workers' Pound,
bears the Queen's head.
It's a token.
You get these if you work.
Hard work, hard cash.
Someone gives you tokens,
which you trade in for Things.
The Queen approves.
Sovereigns can do anything.
Wake up when it's dark,
do things no sane adult
would ever want to do,
and you can have tokens, too.
One day, we'll see beyond Things.
Work work out of our system.
Pools will be stocked with carp,
not typists,
and the Rush Hour will mean
a lazy while
spent on a river bank -
not that anything will be spent,
and banks will have been abolished.
The only office will be evensong,
nothing will be known as "hours",
or even "ours",
and pounds will be locked up
... in pounds.
Alarm clocks will be wound up.
Treadmills will be recycled,
much to the relief of guinea-pigs
(which will be renamed,
along with money spiders).
There'll be a Queen's Award
for Indolence.
I've seen the future,
and it doesn't work.
Millenia sits within the golden round: generations in diamonds and a lineage in ruby.
Opulence, hand in hand with duty, flickers in candlelit banquets and the murmurs of treaties signed.
Noblemen and ladies in waiting, servants, secretaries and Beefeaters, swirl and meld together all,
Adding colours and contrasts, shades and hues to a timeless tapestry: a timeline regal and royal.
Ruler by blood, chosen by God - a hereditary right, role and responsibility shrouded in silk.
Conquering lands and chartering futures, brethren challenged by broken communions.
Head of vast nations protecting small villages, hands stretch over oceans that pat locals on the back.
Your history entwined with each Henry and Edward, James and Elizabeth both: a filigree ancestry.
Whistle echoes in the tunnel
then smoke belches upwards
as the train halts at the platform
Disgorging its passengers
before porters offload baggage
Cases, trunks, sacks – all claimed
But no
There on the platform two suitcases
Side by side, travelling twins of no fixed abode
Ace of Spades on one, King of Hearts on the other
Unnoticed
Porters distracted as the cavalcade announces its arrival
Guard of honour, red carpet, bowed heads -
trappings of power and privilege
Gliding through the booking hall
onto the platform
Glancing left not right
Two suitcase stand forlorn
Something stirs within
in an instant, carnage
No train
No platform
No power
No privilege
The end of monarchy
The start of republic
Suitcase slaughter
Suitcase solution
Reigning on welcoming royal rocks,
Twas indeed her most pleasurable duty..
Guarded only by~God’s infinite beauty!
1/272023
this king rulès by the people..By paliamentry decree'
Now the country for millenia, has been a Christian
Majority.. Defender of faiths.? Does he await a great
Change? And is Britain willing to endure untold pain?
That reigning monarch's hammered earth
decided from my time of birth
God's choosing relevant to girth
could not, the adversary mirth ~
This somber will of God o'er man
encompasses the tiniest strand
as His, my aptitude stays grand
though Soul's alliance ~ trail command!
She is the master
The commander
The monarch
She rules this room
She is the Queen
Her territory expanding
Out into the kitchen
Away to the closet
Conquering through
She shows no mercy
Jumping upon her foe
Striking quickly
Silencing opposition
Preparing for the fight
The beast shows itself
Glaring at her enemy
She bares her fangs
Draws her claws
Ready to strike
A sudden cry of dinner
She skirts past the beast
Her body slobbered on
She makes it to her bowl
The others are there
She ascends to her throne
Demanding her divine right
She lets out a battle cry
She bowls into them
A scream and a hiss
A clash of claw and tooth
A battle she will win
Attrition she won’t suffer
Beating her adversaries
She sits down to eat
After all, she is the Queen
DO NOT BLAME THE MONARCHY
Do not blame the Monarchy
For wounds from biting teeth that you dug up on your own
For the death of your children who were eaten by the wolf you domesticated
For your midget qualities and strengths
Your incompetence and your impotence
If you remember the cave after intermittent rain has soaked you
Do not blame the Monarchy
Do not blame the Monarchy
For the bad weather conditions
The witches and sorceres enchanting your life
For the ill luck that is ubiquitous in your life
Your ancestors peed on their prosterity so your life is automatically sour
That's inevitable,
Do not blame the Monarchy for your destiny
For the devil's artistry in your domain
If prosperity repels you
Success and your life are incompatible
They ploughed up to each other's boundaries
For fate , prophecies of doom showered on you
For asteroids headed for your existance
For spiritual battles you lost
For failing to whisper a prayer in the morning
Do not blame the Monarchy.
Do not blame the Monarchy
For the demons that battered you at night
For your acted confusion that has led you into the ladies toilet
Now you are facing your naked mother
For your dullness
For being a sham ,a scoundrel , a villian , a scum
For eating poison because you are a scoffer
For stepping on lamdmines by ignoring that the fact that running is not arrival
For your unguided appetite that lets you eat the seed before the season of planting
For the painful blood dwelling reward that you got from touring women's dresses
For your failure to listen to the grey haired
For your futile attempt to surround the ant hill single handedly
For taking a candle into the river so that you see the crocodile
For playing the drum with an axe
Do not blame the Monarchy
For misfortunes that you built up for your self,on your own
Do not blame the Monarchy.
STREETPO3TRY
DO NOT BLAME THE MONARCHY
Do not blame the Monarchy
For wounds from biting teeth that you dug up on your own
For the death of your children who were eaten by the wolf you domesticated
For your midget qualities and strengths
Your incompetence and your impotence
If you remember the cave after intermittent rain has soaked you
Do not blame the Monarchy
Do not blame the Monarchy
For the bad weather conditions
The witches and sorceres enchanting your life
For the ill luck that is ubiquitous in your life
Your ancestors peed on their prosterity so your life is automatically sour
That's inevitable,
Do not blame the Monarchy for your destiny
For the devil's artistry in your domain
If prosperity repels you
Success and your life are incompatible
They ploughed up to each other's boundaries
For fate , prophecies of doom showered on you
For asteroids headed for your existance
For spiritual battles you lost
For failing to whisper a prayer in the morning
Do not blame the Monarchy.
Do not blame the Monarchy
For the demons that battered you at night
For your acted confusion that has led you into the ladies toilet
Now you are facing your naked mother
For your dullness
For being a sham ,a scoundrel , a villian , a scum
For eating poison because you are a scoffer
For stepping on lamdmines by ignoring that the fact that running is not arrival
For your unguided appetite that lets you eat the seed before the season of planting
For the painful blood dwelling reward that you got from touring women's dresses
For your failure to listen to the grey haired
For your futile attempt to surround the ant hill single handedly
For taking a candle into the river so that you see the crocodile
For playing the drum with an axe
Do not blame the Monarchy
For misfortunes that you built up for your self,on your own
Do not blame the Monarchy.
STREETPO3TRY