Best Regal Poems

To catch a sunset cresting low over the sea
as the winds are blowing clouds above the waters 
while the waves unfurl and curl to shore so gently - 
something regal catches your breath and it falters.

Rising sun is burning the morning mist away 
flowers open...

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Of 
splendid 
thrones of 
gold
Of 
treasures 
manifold

Of Sultans 
and Shahs
Of Emirs 
and Rajahs

Of 
jewelled 
caskets
or lavish 
banquets

Of 
sparkling 
crowns
and 
flowing 
gowns

Of kings 
and queens
Rulers and 
emperors

Of their 
subservient 
stewards 
and 
obedient 
butlers
Or the 
servile 
knaves 
and 
stalwart 
squires

Of the 
peons and 
minions
pages and 
pavilions

Of castles...

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There once was an Arkansas beagle
Though quite common, registered legal
But when it would rain
The throne he would reign
As if thinking himself so regal


   Feb 18 2016  an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner...

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Floating on a clouded breath held deep space 
far beyond where the frozen whispers lay silent guest

Sparkling beyond words timeless rainbows of mercy 
radiating light houses golden warm echoes through the caves 
captured by the gentleness crowning beauty forever a gift 

Whitewashed angel surfacing within...

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I hear the rumbling of povertys approach.
Nothing in the budget for the Midas touch.
Faith is the only hope left for the clutch.
My hometown just suits her fine.
Exceed the limits and surely,she'll flash her dash with a warning sign.

I use her and abuse her and I'd...

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A creamy white egg clings to a milkweed plant
       As a gentle spring breeze blows
  Within  a time not too distant
      A caterpillar will emerge and grow

 A short time later it...

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Regal in me

As a puppet strung in a rope
I remained tying with my bloc
Ever since I opened eyes and 
Knew something with laugh
Regality soaked me as a morning loaf

As other I was said to follow with hard
To be gentle boy bearing 5 kilo load
Wept tightly...

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My beagles have talons 
like eagles.
Oh the hell to be raised
If, one day, they 
sprouted fierce wings
and dove upon this fair city. 
Yes.
       Yes.
               Yes!...

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when things fall behind the dresser
they'll be there for awhile
sometimes a long while..
they're soon forgotten..
like common gesture and mundane conversation

someday the dresser will be moved
and all forgotten things will burst alive once again
dressed in their dust ball regal wedding clothes...

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Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened bosom; each, fertile fold cresting
Slender, undulating hips; each, sensuous move...

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My love for you angel 
as the deepest ocean shell opens up 

Entering a gifted treasure pearl sings 
sweetest flower it's true blue skies above 

Dressed in pink softly touching heartbeats 
shining through to my soul each skip applauds 

Blushing in the heart fragrant warm...

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Though she isn’t just a butterfly
She’s been a monarch of the sky
Wings, so gentle, often impress
Like love from above, she does bless

Like the ruler she’s always stood
Lovely and kind, reigning with good
She knows affection won’t repress
Like love from above, she does bless

Matriarch of hope, joy...

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Fading blossoms drooping low in abeyance
Arouse Summer’s suspicions that now Autumn
Races forward, seeking Summer’s abdication. 
Even as the birds plan their migration south,
Willful Summer scoffs as she stifles the wind,
Eventually losing to the tug of chill air.
Looking at scorched ground, Summer abandons
Last requests to the...

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i wish i was a beagle
long fat and always legal
no hunting creatures
I'd change those features
a king of dogs most regal

5/2/18

I wish I was a - Poetry Contest, sponsored by Viv Wigley...

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Around the corner and down the block of the last street but one
in a dusty rose chair of faded glory on the lawn of a lemon hued home
regal in red plaid pajamas sits The Countess of Norwood Court.

Surveying her subjects each morning at 9:15 on...

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