Best Nobility Poems
Even precious jewels cannot approach their value,
For the women of merit are priced beyond them.
Their beauty is found in the works of love they do,
And in their smile facing the future that is never dim.
Most arise at dawn when it is still like the night
And wrap round them bands of strength like corsets.
Going out like the cargo ships before daylight,
They conduct their business for handsome profits.
Their beauty is matched by their hearts filled with virtue,
For there is rich wisdom and mercy on her tongue.
Their clothing soft fair linen of purple and blue,
And open are their hands to needy they live among.
Men give them praise and children give them honor,
Since her public reputation is all to her credit.
Eschewing evil for the good at every corner,
They ply their gifts toward works of merit.
Oh to be her partner in labor and pleasure,
For her fire will not go out for the night.
Her company for sure has profit in full measure,
And lifts high the muse of good cheer’s delight.
Faith is her deserved and hard-earned reward,
For her strength and self-respect passes the test.
About her worth there is candid accord,
Among women her title is the very best.
To keep fighting
When victory flees,
A strength or a weakness?
Written 11th September 2022
First Questionku
HIS SHAMES
THAT HE STANDS BEFORE
THESE MEN
WHO REPRESENT CAESAR
THE TRAITOR, THE HEROTIC, A SATAN
WHO SPEAK OF HIMSELF AS THE SON
OF GOD.
THAN CAESAR DENIES SUCH, THAT HE IS GOD
AND THIS MAN IS A CHARLETON WHO
MUST BE CRUCIFIED.
THEY CALL HIM THE " KING OF THE JEWS"
THE MESSIAH,! WHY WOULD GOD MAKE HIM
OF HIS IMAGE. TO HAVE HIM A SLAVE
WHO WORKS IN THE DUST.
MIGHT HIS SHAMES BE SPOKEN, AND HE CRUCIFIED!
A NOTABLE FIGURE ( FROM THE DIALOGUE FROM THE SONG
" THE FICTION OF MAN"
( WORDS FROM THOSE WHO DOUBT)
Speeding train
Window view frozen
Mount Fuji
Nobility
There you were standing ‘cross the room, when mine eyes caught sight of you.
A symbol of strength and nobility standing tall in robes
of purple and blue.
I knew you and I were meant to be
So I made my self-known a lowly wine slave
Made my way ‘cross the room to you
So tall and handsome
A lord, a baron a tyrant to others but to me and someone I viewed as an equal
Married to Nobility
The word sits so easily on your tongue
like it had no more meaning than a Gallic shrug
he came from the sea waded ashore you can say
the only survivor of innocence.
Barefoot in the broken glass of spoken untruth so much blood,
they had thought I was one of
them with claws bringing riches how much time
spent and only to find a gardener.
Lonely women everywhere middle-aged craved sex,
something had to be done, the salvation come
one of my forefathers had been a baron had three children
I disliked them all and people said I was a baron too.
The baroness died leaving the dilapidated castle to me.
How they hate seeing me eat dinner at a café every day.
I have spoken to Hercules Poirot but he can do nothing
before someone is murdered
You make us laugh at the terror of life in a measured way,
Lets look think and react to new profanity,
Let's get jarred, the fool bows before the bard,
Because he knows life is hard,
He lives in perfect empathy...
Having class is essential...
natural elegance
being poor or rich....
Without that, nothing done...
Shabby but clean,
rich in coat but infamous;
Little money doesn't buy things,
but lots of money, it doesn't buy class... !
Lineage does not wash the soul,
nor does establish nobility of nobles.
There are worthless rich snobs,
and poor eloquent, elegant...
Nobility and character and that is not acquired
with title deeds...
chic is being polite on fridays
senses... who dominates them,
it is naturally elegant...!
What answers are there to questions
what balms are there to fears,
created by constant problems
battering us through the years.
Shall we seek continuously
for relief of pain and fright,
or square our shoulders stoically
and stay right in the fight.
For begging with a whimper
invites but more travails,
while the race goes to the strongest
who compete and so prevail.
How then counsel aggression
for the weak and faint of heart,
languishing in the background
seemingly with no useful part.
Are they here but to elicit
tender mercy from the strong,
fulfilling in their meekness
most noble purpose all along?
Liberty Stands…
remembers
enhances
beautifies
unifies the rumors.
Original poem: “My Yesterdays, Todays, Tomorrows”
November 30, 2020
Submitted to: Liberum Divisa 3 Poetry Contest
One becomes noble
when his heart keeps loving
and
his mind never stops learning
divinity's commands!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
09 December 2021
Spirit aglow
A Jew is Nobility
A King in a Castle
From his merry beard
To each ritual tassel
In Sabbath regalia
Blessing sparkling wine
Of learned Discourse enamored,
In delicacies enshrined
His Wife by his side
Beaming Approbation
His Children tender shoots
Bright sprouts of Creation
No matter the locale
The era, the clime
The Jew is the Master
Of Sabbath's unfettered Time
Red-blood nobleman !
nobility has the sea !
lymph water regal blue ...
and the tempests says
to tender beautiful breeze ---
care for my sweet buds
28 April 2022
Nobility
Scouring for something to read
Someone else to be,
I am lost in this dark sparse room
With nothing to do.
Stuck in a neuronal loop
Of the neurotic mind.
I want to be noble.
Fight with a crowd of rebels
For a righteous cause
Or die
Saving some small child.
Then rising from this clamor
To a state of bliss,
Die with the truth
Still safe on my lips.
John Thomas Tansey