Best Nobles Poems
When she dreams/ with Jennifer Noble
(It was a) different time...
a different world
Long ago she learned that..
trust can turn
(Everyone said) such a pretty girl...
Her porcelain skin so soft and new...
but...no one had a clue
Chorus
She still hides from the danger
and when she dreams she's far away...
In her mind...she's living in a better place
No one can take-
take away
Broken bags-treasures saved
I rushed on by but,
could not look away
I could not breathe- so surprised
saw my reflection-in the stories
in her eyes...and...I saw her shine
Chorus 2
She still hides from all the danger
and when she dreams she's far away...
In her mind, she's living, in a better place
no one can take-where she feels safe
She won't tell you her problems,
she won't do as she's told
Sometimes I go and sit beside her
and..watch her universe unfold
Bridge
Where the danger keeps replaying
in the...hollows of her mind
and I try to piece the pieces...
try to give her... some of mine
Chorus 3
We all keep our secrets silent
we walk faster -turn away
We're all looking for a better place
Where we can be
We can be seen...
Where we can dream
Original write February 21,2018
John Derek Hamilton and Jennifer Nobles
final revision January 15,2020
collaboration with Jennifer Nobles completed
March 15,2020
Categories:
nobles, abuse, anxiety, dream, for
Form:
Lyric
The Medieval era
was filled with wars and strife
between the French and English
at cost of limb and life.
The French became disheartened;
their victories were rare,
a humbling situation
which was too hard to bear.
A peasant girl heard voices
and visions she could see.
A maid who had a mission,
young Joan from Domrémy.
The King and other nobles
put all their faith in her.
This maid of calm composure
had dreams which they could share.
Entrusted with an army
she rode the horse she had
with banner and sword wielding,
in shining armour clad.
The English looked in wonder;
there were bewildered scenes
as Joan and soldiers entered
the city of Orleans.
With rousing words and courage
her men to battle led.
The English were defeated;
in disarray they fled.
More victories then followed,
her fame spread far and wide,
but when the voices ended
she lost the gift to guide.
In battle she was captured,
for sorcery was tried.
Condemned to death by burning
to wooden stake was tied.
The hungry flames devoured
the maid’s unblemished skin.
She called the name of Jesus;
found strength from deep within.
She died. It was all over
this heroine’s ordeal.
She was proclaimed not guilty
years later, on appeal.
A martyr, now respected,
who paid a costly price.
A victim of politics;
a saint in people’s eyes.
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Contest: Joan of Arc
Sponsor: Isaiah Zerbst
*Joan of Arc admitted that she never used her sword to kill anyone.
To her, strategy was more important than the sword.
Categories:
nobles, hero, war,
Form:
Quatrain
It stood on the top of the hill
dominating all of its surrounds.
Its drawbridge these days lay open
spanning with ease the now dry moat.
Like a fairy tale fortress it had turrets
that soared up high brushing the clouds.
Its four towers majestic as blankly,
they stared, covering all points of the compass.
Slit windows peered out of casements
through walls up to six feet thick.
The massive double oak doors
fifteen feet high and twelve wide
stood thrown open allowing glimpses
of the enormous courtyard beyond.
Battlements led to each round tower
that once housed the nobles.
Old battered forgotten furniture
grandly carved four poster beds.
A sword or two lay scattered
amidst the clutter and bird dropping.
Wide stone staircases meandered
curling round and round the walls.
A gallery or two dotted here and there
perfect hiding places above the hall.
Some for musicians to play unseen
Their notes floating through the air
as below the dancers swept and strutted
as the ladies hooped dresses swirled.
Long tables once laden with food
stood a skiff with broken legs.
Wooden pint tankards higgledy piggledy
strewn about midst wooden platters.
Tattered standards limply lay motionless
against walls dotted with scattered torches.
The Lord of these lands killed in distant lands
leaving an infant son removed to the city
by his grieving mother who sought to forget.
Now ninety years later his grandson views
the devastation of years of neglect and vows
to return the castle to the glory of its heydays.
After three long years of often brutal work
removing shrubbery, moss and decay
Life starts to re-emerge Flags flutter
gaily high up on the battlements.
Chandeliers sparkle and the torches flicker
Tables once more groan with a feast of food
Happy shrieks of laughter fill the grand hall
And one would swear the castle wore a smile,
as children played around the buttress's.
Categories:
nobles, fantasy, grandson, imagery,
Form:
Epic
Once long ago, when Kings and dragons ruled the Earth,
there came to be that a golden Fairy Queen
was pregnant and about to give birth to a radical child.
All the King's court knew this child would be gifted,
destined to do great things, for a prophecy spoke of its coming.
When the nobles heard of this pending birth,
they promptly reported it to the ing.
In those days, ignorance had a grip on the land
and change was strictly forbidden.
All thinkers and learned folks were feared and despised.
The King was evil and ordered his knights to find and
kill the Queen and her golden child.
The Moon turned blood red with horror, snuffing out Her nocturnal light
so the people were cloaked in darkness at night,
and once the Moon stopped shining, the tides no longer came.
The scared villagers panicked and begged the King to call back his knights
and spare the Fairy Queen.
But the King was driven mad with anger
and vowed he'd slay the Queen and her golden child;
nothing they said could dissuade him from accomplishing this.
The people turned to the dragons and tried to persuade them with flattery
to stop the King, or no one would gaze at their serpentine beauty again.
But the King got wind of their ploy and banished all dragons from his land.
And still, to this day, every dragon has stayed away.
But the knights stumbling in the dark could not find the Fairy Queen,
so her child was born amidst their chaos, and She named it Democracy.
The Moon was so relieved; She beamed with joy,
and Her light shone again upon the land.
The people denounced the King when Democracy was born,
and as prophesied, a brand-new era came into being;
one where dragons and kings would eventually fade into memory.
Categories:
nobles, 10th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form:
Free verse
WISDOM WAS FOUND
The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to avoid the natural consequences
Invited by my wrong actions and life's fitful fall,
I grope for the path of the higher realm,
Then realise that even the word of God
Is searched and tried in the furnace of fire 7 times.
I surrender my eyes to her rebuke
And embark further into the land of the greats
Even the discouraging and slothful wind
Couldn't strangle my lamp
Amidst intimidating and daring storms
Where men's soul stagger not
But swaggers into celestial hall of fame,
Owing to grace, persistence and doggedness.
If only I find her, discretion will preserve me
From the perversity of the diabolic whose path is crooked,
I thought of the rags of time,
How I had stalled in movements in life's race
Where I was born to take the lead;
My heart cried for an ornament of grace.
Who shall then buy me one?
Still I hear no answer but one from me
Then I sell all that's within me just for her bosom.
Even my manliness and ego holds me not.
Who can withhold himself from speaking?
For real you have instructed many,
You have strengthened weak hands,
Your words have upheld him who was stumbling
And have strengthened the feeble frigid knees.
By the blast of God you were let loosed
And all your enemies are subdued and fade away.
God understands her way - ask Him 'how'?
And He knows her place - find it now!
For He looks to the ends of the earth,
And sees under the whole heavens,
To establish a weight for the wind,
And apportion the waters by measure
When a law was made for the rain
And a path for the thunderbolt,
Then He saw Wisdom and declared it;
Prepared it, indeed, He searched it out.
To men He said, "the fear of the Lord is wisdom
And to depart from evil is understanding."
Written by: Vick Manuel (VickWizzy)
Copyright© 2013.
Reference: New King James version (NKJV), Thomas Nelson [1978], copyright 1982, Job 28v23,28; pg301.
Categories:
nobles, 2nd grade, bible, spiritual,
Form:
Free verse
An invisible string was created from the beginning of time,
it is wound around my horn, and bound to your heart
Invincible.
Each time your heart beats, you tug at this string,
drawing me closer to you
You are unaware of this, I love you
yet I fear and resist you, dear Lady
Not only have you captivated me, but my fate is in your hands
I am the last Unicorn in existence
Kings and nobles desire me for my horn,
for it can purify poisoned wells
and they know only you have power over me
Sweet virgin, all I ask is
one song to enchant my ears
one glimpse of your precious smile
one kiss from your ruby lips
one whiff from your perfumed dress
...a single stroke from your gentle hands
and I shall dream of you forever
Betray me not please by handing me to the men
Let me lay my horned head on your lap even just once…
then set me free
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
You are Testing me my rear precious unicorn,
every King has offered more than our beauty holds.
Unfold I will hide with you in a placed to protect us from every face.
Avoiding your poisonous horn, in which I fail to feed my soul with your purity.
I will move you from this revolution in which has troubled the monarchy.
Medieval strings of power to catch you~ your the last of your kind.
My Unicorn you are the medicine, the symbol ones seeks to rule darkness.
With passion I hold a belief that your horn can heal illness,
your strength will carry on.
Every time you returned to drink the waters of a no man's paradise,
I reach out to touch your radiance once a year.
Your horn can cure plague, rage, rabies, fever's and more!
Become my host let me wear you in this mystical amulet.
I will wear you as my jewelry while you lay your head on my lap.
My Unicorn of purity, I will never tell the ingredient and secrets we share,
as we got lost in each others stare.
I will ride with you and never betray your existence.
Together we will gather the fresh fruit and CORN~
My precious unicorn my virginity is your dignity.
Bathe with me throughout my immortal long and healthy life.
I'll sing you a song good night.
Ali-corn you are the weight in gold, all emperors, will fall at my feet.
One kiss with my red ruby lips!
I "guarantee" you a gift only we both see.
"If you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you!"
**a collaboration with pd ^_^!
Categories:
nobles, fantasy, imagination, love, me,
Form:
Free verse
J'ai appris que jamais, les anges ne mentent
Car tout ce qui est faux, emprisonne nos âmes
Loin d'un ciel bien trop haut, dans un destin infame
Lié au sort mauvais, que la tristesse hante
Si tes mots s'effilochent dans de fourbes vibrations
Comme un pauvre instrument, au son désaccordé
En mon corps je ressens l'absence de vérité
Et chasse sans reproche ces affabulations
Je prie pour le pardon, que la grâce divine
Libère ainsi tes chaines et apporte la lumière
qu'au fond de toi reviennent, nobles paroles sincères
Et renoue le cordon à la paix d'origine
Et souviens toi que tricher, ralentit ton destin
Les anges ne mentent pas, ils ne pourraient pas voler
Le poids du mensonge est trop lourd à porter
Et désormais ta vie est entre tes mains.
Categories:
nobles, angel,
Form:
Rhyme
The stream of music
Has in it an instrument
Talking beats, not singing,
And sending legs into a frenzy
The hook of a Demigod
Knocking the round bald head
Of the talkative
As it yelps in pain
The hook romantically patting
The head of a voluptuous woman
Shaped as an hourglass
To listen to her talk
Locked in the arms of its betrothed
Like a gem to be protected,
Its ropes are fondled with
To produce sweet notes
Beautiful yet deadly
For it could pass messages
Across the halls of Boruya
As Nobles dance to their death.
Categories:
nobles, africa, music, words,
Form:
Quatrain
King Arthur
Pendragon a boy of fifteen unknown
But of Merlin about the accord
Shrouding Arthur's rightful identity: King Uther's
Son. Upon King Uther's demise England
Needed a Sovereign...one prophesied in
Times of dragons...a great upholding
Savior. Albeit Nobles and Knights aspiring
Crown and Kingdom attempted conspicuous acquisitions
Failing in their efforts. So it was on
Christmas Eve that Arthur came about
Needing a sword. Espying the one
Stuck in stone availed the iron...
Beginning eternal legends of King Arthur...
©deborah burch
02.17.2013
Categories:
nobles, adventure, history,
Form:
Free verse
Chip off the old block;
It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
In our meritocracy.
Titles through ages;
A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
Some things need to change.
Birth won’t denote skill;
It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
When money they flout.
James Caan can shove it,
And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
Let our time begin.
Categories:
nobles, anger, career, city, class,
Form:
Verse
In the mist of the Scottish countryside
Where clouds touch the lofty hills
Stands a castle on a shores edge
Rocks and mortar laid by hand
Cobblestone pathway over the bridge
Centuries of footsteps preceded
Once kings and nobles walked in grace
Now is only one persons place
Out upon the Loch winter would arrive
Cold wind and frozen ice gather
The castle walls would keep out the frost
In spring ice would jam up against the rock
As early heather blooms upon the rocky shore
Winter gathered it's coat of white
As crocus and tulips now grasp the sun
Summer's new grass shoots come alive
To the rhythm of the soft warm winds
The seasons come and the seasons go
In all weather the castle remains firm
A landmark for centuries will stand
This castle made to withstand the test of time.
4/19/14
Categories:
nobles, history, travel,
Form:
Free verse
The best of nature lies in thy bosom
mother Africa, the toast of continents
your strength and opulence draw
kings and nobles to endless
rift of spoil sharing and gun trotting.
Africa! The strength of
the universe, the last bride of
nature with sumptuous virginity
from Somalia to Kenya, deep
down the creek of Delta to
the arrogant diamond of the
Zulus, earth cannot rival
thy blessing and extravagant
endowments.
Shameless kings seek second
dominance in oil rich north
with flying birds and explosions,
they sowed corruption in Naija
they brought AIDS and HIV with their planes
and then send grants to mock us
Yet the African spirits wax stronger!
Mother Africa,
inside thee lies peace
endowed by creation, but
these evil emissaries of
violence sowed poverty
and grief in thy land
knowing the volatile nature of
thy productivity. Alas, in torrent
we have reaped pains and bloods,
four years drought in Kenya, two
months xenophobia in south Africa,
endless genocide in Sudan
endless NATO assault in Libya
with piracy holding sway in
Somalia, oh mama Africa!
yet thy love intoxicates me
like the tribal white wine of Iwaya!
they tell our stories in biased satellites
they label us evil and apish
oh Mama Africa, arise, arise !
out of thy trial in awesome purity.
Arise! Arise! Arise!
Arise from thy slumber and give
hope to our fleeing children!
Bring them from the south,west
and north and let the
eastern hemisphere release
thy heritage.
Now there is war in Africa
but soon there shall be
unassuming peace and
discoveries of earth
noble secret in thy enclave.
Categories:
nobles, faith, nature, evil, nature,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue
The Mystery
of life ... the mystery, of love
Like thieves of destiny, the diamond in the rough stealing moments of wounded brilliance...
Sailing on uncharted waters after the ruins, Rome falls...
The broken Madonna, crumbles the mystery unfolds, giving birth our inward saviors..
In the mystery, we find our way out of the grove of blasted oaks...
We trip forward, to find our feet standing again , growing our wombs of creation..
Touch the Velvet darkness, the mysteries of the hidden , the eternal truth.... the wisdom the sound...
We transmute all the crushing blows with indwelling power of a million suns...
The Mystery of love, the mystery of life decoded..
Like the nobles eternal , the spiral of life,
We claim back our lives...
We claim back our hearts...
For we are mysteries opulent treasures.
Categories:
nobles, deep, identity, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Classicism
This house was part-founded by the nobles
Who counseled the monarchs of our land
Then strengthened by the Magna Carter
Signed by King Johns’ royal hand
At first its foundations were rocky
As house and monarchs just couldn’t agree
On decisions, and who had the final say
From time to time, it would end violently
As in the 17th century with civil unrest
Between the Kings’ Cavaliers and the roundheads
The house, led by Cromwell, won the war
King Charles alas, ended up dead
The clash between house and Kings ended
With the ‘Glorious Revolution’,
And the passing of ‘the Bill of Rights’
Giving rise to our Constitution
The house since then has seen changes
At the passing of each new decade,
With the Constitution amended
As each new bill has been made
Today the house has elected officials,
The peoples ‘voices’ to represent
Standing proud in the name of democracy
This old house that is our Parliament.
Categories:
nobles, history, politicalhouse, house,
Form:
Quatrain
Dress myself purple
It’s the royalty garment
Divine for nobles
Kingdom of the lollipop
Bow down and lick my garment
Categories:
nobles, color,
Form:
Haiku