Best Royal Family Poems
Upon the slow-flowing river,
Suddenly swans
Scud quickly away.
From round the bend I gracefully glide,
I am the queen of them all.
And quickly my king arrives.
The dance of love begins.
We bob our heads, wings quivering,
Necks entwined.
Unruffled snow-white plumage.
In time my eggs are hatched,
Cygnets are so cute.
How quickly they grow.
Now we are a royal family
Suddenly swans.
Written: November 06, 2023
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A swarm of herring gulls amassed
Nexus Nautilus nabbed by zealous winds,
whitening the black soil
we hold spears in our hands.
blood-stained thorns on the side
sullen squawks a skirmishing sporophyte,
dubious, grayish rumors must be buried
drave in a drizzle, drape to deities.
Installation of sentry fences
Sisyphean stones
anchor down using seal and string
flaws in the swings used by blacksmiths
Unborn burning bullion bludgeon
Savage sunless swords embryonic
Edgeless, with no reflections.
Each peak over the Edenic Steppes is sprayed,
using torn paper candles as bait
climbing scaffolds with lumber rungs
pounding of leather-heavy boots
darkened, grimacing features
Flocks failing feathers or flight.
Our hold slips on windswept
Windswept updrafts carry us away
as offspring of the royal family.
See there! She flies about the moor
Upon her favoured mount.
The waving, flowing grassy shore
bears hoofprints all about.
The waves her steed surmounts.
Her hair is flying here and there;
She hasn't thought of care.
Her little sister, Margaret Rose
Thro' panelled glass observes
As Lilibet, the rider, goes
At breakneck turns and curves.
The joy of youth deserves
A few such wild or reckless ways
Some pleasures in its days.
Her pony soon is waxing faint
(To him we lay no blame!)
She leads him to the arbour gate,
Now finished with her game.
Her sister calls her name.
A liv'ried lad bears horse away;
She runs to hear her sister say:
"Since Uncle had to abdicate,
Now Father rules the land.
Does that not mean it is your fate
As next in line to stand
As queen o'er British sand?"
"Yes, someday that may happen too."
Then Rose said this: "Poor you."
But Lilibet thought not that way,
She strengthened for the task;
Made ready for the coming day
And all that it would ask.
(It sure would be a tax
Becoming an authority,
Yet bound by law's decree.)
From duty's call she would not shrink;
The challenge she'd embrace.
Her high morale she'd not let sink,
But obstacles would face;
And God would give the grace
To yet be brave when dangers be,
And reign with equity.
{Lilibet was Elizabeth's nickname as a child among the Royal Family}
Memories from childhood summers
still tickling my stomach
Through overgrown paths
Red painted farmhouse
where flowers and weeds grew in harmony
It seems as yesterday, but it is long ago
Outbuilding with a heart on the door
Didn't exactly smell as roses
A carefree shed, with photographs
of the royal family on the wall
You don't wipe yourself behind with
the head of the country
With padlocks and cracked beams
that filtered the daylight (and odor)
Silent testimony
the time when life was different
Shoulder to shoulder in the struggle for existence
with teamwork and brotherhood
to achieve a common goal
The feeling of community in all simplicity
Childhood memories
not only smell of venerable dust,
outbuildings or weeds
but brings along
an atmosphere of ancient wisdom
Charles, Prince of Wales
Subject of many tall tales
Married a Lady of nobility
But their union had instability
Lady Diana Spencer
Was a kindness dispenser
Questions arose about how she died
Was there something the royal family tried to hide?
Headlines are all about the Sussexes and royal Palace news
I hurry past them because I don't care about their issues
Seems to be about betrayal, and which side will win out
Too much attention is paid to them, their money and clout
Everyone has an opinion, and if you differ that's alright,
There's so much more than we know about their plight.
I have no respect Camilla or Charles, adulterers, the pair
It's awful that Harry's long been referred to as the 'spare'
It'd probably be best for everyone if Harry would let it go
I understand, maybe not, the road the Sussexes had to tow
If I chose a side, it would be Megan and ginger-haired Harry
Maybe it's true the Royal family didn't want them to marry.
It could be that race played a role in many of their troubles
That's for them to work out while living in privileged bubbles.
It might be true, I don't know, what tabloids have written
but it seems the young prince and his bride are truly smitten.
It's big news on both sides of the pond now that they moved.
We have our own dissension now that McCarthy's approved.
It was a literal fight for him to become Speaker of the House
He sold his soul for the position, which makes him a louse.
Kissed the ring of Trump after calling him guilty of treason,
There lies the mark of a politician...selfish beyond reason.
I'm so sick of hearing about Donald running again in 2024
Vengeance he seeks against those who oppose his civil war.
I don't buy newspapers or read tabloid gossip magazines
Don't care about royal princes, or their kings and queens
but Americans need leaders who'll uphold our Democracy,
not ones whose bureaucratic words reek with hypocrisy.
Flightless Birds Trapped In A Gilded Cage.
.
Fledgling innocents incarcerated in a gilded ornate cage
Budding pretty flowers
Within the blossoming of youth
Of tender sensitive age
.
Born into an imperial dynasty
By destiny and decree
A view from a palace window
To the outside world
Was all they’d often see
Far from the peasant underclass
Living in the gutter of poverty
.
Each one an individual
With different varied traits
With nothing but love in their tender hearts
For they’re parents
Unaware of their countries fate
.
Ripples of unrest and anger
Soon turned into waves of hatred
For a seemingly
Uncaring despondent regime
Toward the Tzar the affluent nobility
And the withdrawn empress Queen
.
The hungry angry peasants revolted
And stormed the palace gates
And for the Royal family
There was no escape
.
Sewing precious jewels inside their clothing
They were forced to leave their comfortable dwelling
And taken prisoners to a place far away
Where they tried to make the best
Of life in where they had to stay
.
Unsure of their fate lost in fantasy and dreams
The revolutionist planned their fate and schemed
One day they were taken to a cellar
And told they were about to die
They must have been terrified
And no doubt
Screamed and cried
.
Shots were fired at the family
And many bullets ricocheted
Bouncing of the clothing
Where the jewels wee hidden away
But eventually blood was spilled
Sending the family to an early grave
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Peter Dome©2021.
and the Lord delivered the King of Judah
into the hands of King Nebuchadnezzar.
the choice gems of the Judean royal family —
chosen to serve in the Babylonian palace.
veggies, please…no meat, no wine
from the King’s table...no defilement.
God caused the chief official to show
favor and sympathy to Daniel.
in ten days bright and cheery faces
continued their act that pleased the Lord.
to Daniel and his friends, God gave
knowledge and understanding;
to Daniel - visions and dreams of all kinds.
none was found to be better than Daniel,
Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah renamed
Belteshazzar, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego.
and this begins their veggie tales…
some thought lions might eat vegetarians...
some thought veggies could be flame-broiled…
hear the cacophony of the dithering instruments:
horn, flute, zither, lyre, harp and all
the nations crack, crumble, fall
to worship the image of gold
but…
Daniel and his friends
wait for a better day
a trumpet sound
where every knee will bow
to the King of Kings.
10/29/2019
Government
Royal family, regal, royalties,
England, Ireland, Scotland and Wales are part of GB, Europe
Army, Air force, and Naval support
Treasures, tutoring, training
Buildings and gardens of significance
Rivers, rail and roads
Islands surrounded by sea
Territorial forces, tax tea and traffic
Archaeology, history unveiled and preserved
Industry
National pride, National Insurance, National Health Service
Such a beautiful sleeper but yet a
life filled with nightmares;
A demon fighter since her younger age;
I applaud this princess for her strength.
Since birth, the flash from cameras have
overexposed your privacy,
And left you a public flame,
waiting for that moment you’ll ignite like
your mother,
If allowed, I could show you the wonders
of the world, outside the seven you’ve seen
already with your royal family of music,
Just one request, B.K…..Wake up.
Sadly the ruffles in your bed of life,
Have prevented as good night’s sleep;
For this reason, you feel no one can help you
straighten out your bed sheets;
I however disagree.
I understand that times are tearful since
the passing of your best friend,
in the shape of a mother.
From a distance I’ve noticed the devil
creep up in your family;
I acknowledge that this book of private
affairs is not for me to read, but if allowed;
I’d be willing to write better chapters for you
in the future.
One in particular would illustrate you
kissing cloud nine,
Reminiscing on a career that you were
passionate about;
If this path follows your mother, then may
your voice resonate with the masses,
And display a true angel on earth.
I sympathize with you, that negative forces in
this world can shift your stairway downward;
However, like the demons who constantly try
to awake the skeletons in my closet,
We’re all human, and for every fall,
A rising is waiting, for when you’re spiritually
ready;
Let that marinate in your sleepless nightmares
until you wake up, B.K.
I anticipate the day when we meet outside
my imagination,
And the world views you in better light,
That’s not dimmed by the shade of
media;
Understand that these images of a
conversation between us are nothing less
than encouragement;
Just like “The Voice”, would sing so
eloquently from her lips;
The greatest love of all is love for yourself;
If these words don’t carry enough weight, just look around;
I’m sure you’ll recognize some ebony queens
in your family who symbolize support.
Remember that your fervent heart awakens for a
reason,
And the nightmares shall dissolve as you
rise to awake, B.K.
A true turning stone you will be.
Waterfalls
They glide down and past, grand
Just like Queens, in long flowing silk robes...
What a sight!
They bear majesty too
Just like Kings, seated rightly on thrones.
Fall Segments -
They wait to take their place,
Not unlike princes, set to take charge
Waterfalls
They still are their own selves -
And live to calm minds of Earth’s beings…
*Fall segments are tiny tributaries of Waterfalls.
Form - Crystalline - 3/6/9
I recall it was just the other day
Featured in the daily for which we pay
Your blown-up photo splashed across
The front page for all to gloss
Your background and your virtues extolled
For your wedding bells were soon to toll
With a king-in-waiting as the groom
You would wilt or you would bloom
For marriage makes or marriage breaks
And happiness, it gives or takes.
Demure and with dimpled smile
With an innocent heart, free of guile
The press was exuberant, so were we
You were the most charming in the royal family.
Welcomed all across the globe
The royal couple widely roved
Ambassadors of all things good
Displaying virtues like royalty would
You touched hearts wherever you went
Concern and compassion were your strength.
You were blessed in due course
With two sons that God had chose
Then differences with the prince surfaced
And you lost face, where you once graced
And while your marriage began to flounder
Your man, the prince continued to blunder
On the treacherous rocks of marital infidelity
You were shattered – your happiness was the casualty.
You decided to go your separate ways
Those were also the wishes of the palace
The trauma of separation was sheer hell
The ways of royalty were beginning to tell.
Now, hordes of newsmen invaded your privacy
In your land and beyond, you became a refugee
The air was also rife with rumours
Of liaisons and friendships and misdemeanours
Your saddest day though, was the divorce
Of you, whose touch was like the kiss of a rose.
And alone, sweet Princess, you forged along
Your grace, in adversity, inspired many a song
Of worthy causes, you were still a crusader
And you remained ever, a loving mother.
It is said, you had found love at last
And the leech like lensmen went wild with thirst
For photos which augment tabloid sales
They chased you in cars and astride motorcycles.
For you, a Parisian tunnel was the end of the road
You didn’t reap in life, what you had sowed
And while your life ebbed within the wreck
The paparazzi zoomed in, to make hay off the break
Your blood-spattered close-ups drove them to frenzy
As you lay helpless, unattended and in agony.
And later in the night, mercifully all was darkness
The world woke to a tragedy caused by sheer madness
The Castros make Rubio rowdy
To them he'll never say howdy
Marco's so steady
So why he is ready
To kiss the kings who are Saudi?
Author's Note: Are Saudi Kings beloved by their people and so much better than Cuban dictators? Do Saudi royals not need body guards or a secret police force to maintain order? Do they travel among the people and never use private jets? Are the decisions made in Saudi Arabia completely democratic and open? Does the royal family limit its personal wealth out of a sense of fairness to its people? Do they treat women fairly? OMG--Could Raoul and Fidel be so much worse than our friendly ally? Never forget who crashed the planes into the twin towers. They weren't Cubans!
What should we keep a royal family for?
For the society having Kingships to follow
Following a principal of everyone equal
Equal to be noble as aristocracy as kings
While not to be as arbitrary as an ignorant
Twinkle, twinkle little star
The Star of Bethlehem--that's what you are!
Shepherds watching their sheep in the field
Saw angels on high announcing Christ's birth
The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son
So they followed The Star to worship The Son
Not only the shepherds--but The Three Wise Men--The Magi--from lands near and far
From Asia, from Europe and from Africa said--"Let's find the long-awaited for Messiah!"
And gifts of gold, frankincense and mhyrrh did they bring
To The Christ Child, Our Saviour, The Baby King
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
I wonder where You are?!
Said Herod--the evil king--to his sorcerers
Where is The One--The Jewish people call their deliver?!
The evil magicians replied--"We don't know but we know who does--The Three Wise Men--
and the sheperds in the field!"
So just to be on the safe side--King Herod had all the male babies under two killed!
When this didn't work--Herod called on The Three Wise Men
For he wanted to commit another greivous sin!
"Tell me--my dear men--where is The Deliverer?!
Me and my sorcerers want to bring gifts to God's Son--lied king Herod--with an evil grin!"
The Three Wise Men--knowing the king's evil intent
Sent the king on a wild goose chase
Meanwhile--Joseph--being warned in a dream--took his royal family to Egypt--on the run
To protect The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son!
So you see--my children--Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star--is not just a childhood story
and children's rhyme
It is the story of The Christ Child--The Greatest Story of all time!