Best Royalty Poems
It’s Jubilee tea at my auntie’s care home
Aunt Phyllis’s hair could do with a comb
But she doesn’t mind and puts on her hat
The queen won’t be there’s no need to flap
The table is laden with all sorts of food
Ada burps loudly she’s so blinking rude
The cucumber sandwich crusts are cut off
My hair won’t stay curly I hear Mable scoff!
Gerald’s secreted cream scones on his lap
I’d not touch them now he’s a dirty old chap
There’s a heated debate is it scone or scon
I do not comment as they have all gone!
Old Edgar demands jelly and ice cream
It’s not on the menu he begins to scream
So he gets everyone to bang their tea cups
They’re acting like kids and not like grown ups
Along comes the matron she says ‘Dearie me,
You are spoiling our Platinum jubilee tea’
Edgar gives her some lip - he’s adept at verbals
He shout’s ‘Matron you just remind me of Goebbels’
Matron is livid, she turns puce in the face
Edgar’s sent to his room, as he’s in disgrace
He is reprimanded for causing such a scene
At the jubilee party for our wonderful Queen.
06/02/22
The Monarch of the night descends,
and for a time, her tenure ends
at daybreak.
She'll shut her eyes and sleep. But then
ascends the regal Sovereign
of daytime.
Imperial his stately rise;
majestic colors splash the skies -
our daystar.
His robe: the warmth; his sceptor: light.
His court: white clouds; his crown: in bright
gold - daylight.
Clouds part as labor stains my brow;
sweat stings my eyes. Of Luna now
I daydream.
We live as kings and queens of yesterday could only dream
Central heat, plumbing, air-conditioning, washers and dryers too
We shower once or twice a day, with conditioner and shampoo
Steak every night should we want it, followed by cake and ice cream
So why all the self-absorbed anxiety? Why all the alienation?
You'd think we'd be glad of more time to exercise our imagination
Difference is royalty had servants who responded to their every command
Kings and Queens had lively instantaneous conversation on demand
Dependent on machines, woe are we
Leading emotion-free lives
of people-less poverty
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 and peace
Just like the queen of scenic Greece
Her duties, much, I must confess
Like love from above, she does bless
Sovereign and sure, she is a light
Shining like the sun, kind and bright
Friendship is found in her caress
Like love from above, she does bless
Empress of her time, filled with grace
Sincere, her promise an embrace
She is known for her faithfulness
Like love from above, she does bless
Andrew ordered a stripogram, Kay
To visit him on his birthday
When he opened the door
Sixteen copper’s he saw
They cuffed him, then took him away
After questioning for many hours
In the police car oh how he cowers
There’s one thing I’ll bet
He’s been covered in sweat
His birthday bash pizza night sours!
The Epstein files are in the press
Now Andrew’s life is such a mess
As his recent arrest
Surely made Andrew stressed
He’s guilty, but he won’t confess
I’m hoping royal succession can
Be removed from this vile man
I’m “Throne out,” he will moan
“The loo’s my only throne”
All royal titles flushed down the pan!
The Queen of Winter
carries her frozen crown
with quiet joy,
its sapphire gems
a burning beacon
within the blizzard.
Snow doves
and white foxes
dash around
her icy gown
as Midwinter hums
cold tunes of solitude.
She marches ahead
through soft snowdrifts
as the arctic wind
tells her its secrets.
There are too many people walking around every single day
And if you ask them who they are most don't know what to say
You need to know who you are and how you came to be
And if you are a child of God you are royalty
We are all descendants of the most high God
children of the King
But if you don't have a relationship with Him
That concept doesn't mean a thing
But God says we're all royalty so we need to comprehend
That it's not our culture, it's not our race it's being creations of Him
Now the enemy is on the prowl working day and night
Trying to deter our youth from acknowledging God's light
Too much social media with Twitter, Facebook and Skype
So caught up in their Cel phones and every technological hype
But God looks at our hearts, He discerns what's inside
He's not concerned about hair color, tattoos or exposed backsides
God says we're royalty, He says we're His chosen offspring
And He called a young David to come forth and do a new thing
Now David was not a fighter he was a tender of sheep
But God can flip the script and with faith make you take the leap
God can use anyone when it comes to accomplishing His goals
He can call on the most unlikely person
and infuse him with power and control
God says we're royalty with power, majesty and might
He will bless and anoint us with grace, mercy and light
God says we're royalty and when He calls us to serve
Don't second guess His actions this appointment you deserve
To be a vessel that God will use, a means to an anointed end
To change the course of history to benefit all men
Now David was to battle but not King Saul's way
David had a god-given talent to be put on display
David was a projectile warrior a master of the slingshot
So he picked up 5 smooth stones and proceeded towards his lot
Only one stone was needed to take Golieth down
It hit that giant in the forehead
and immediately knocked him to the ground
David's actions changed the course of history
It also came to affect his entire family
Eventually David became a king
and because of his faith and behavior
His descendants became the line that produced
Jesus the Christ Our Savior
And like David I know who I am
And from Whom I came to be
And like David I'm a child of God
And God says I'm royalty
When a black woman love
she loves deeply.
She cares truly.
When she touch;
with tenderness.
Whenever she listen;
always filled with compassion.
Whom she respects;
that she adores!
She never judge;
she supports!
Will always have your back;
she is crazy loyal!
She never gives up on 'em;
she takes care of her own.
Whenever she is around
her presence is definitely felt.
It's the simple thing she does
and the way she does them;
her smile,
her gaze,
how she rolls her eyes,
play with her hair...
haha!
Not to mention how she effortlessly transforms
a house to a home.
they say black don't cracK;that's true!
Is bolD and beautifulL; definitely!
Absolutely phenomenaL;i concur!
But am here to declare
Black is royaltY,
so is a Black womaM!
Time changes all things
Subtracts and adds to life
The most one can see is
Five generations at a time.
Strange how history fades
with each passing day.
Memories become
harder to hold onto.
We forget who begot who
Royalty and purple cloaks
Is there a prince in me?
Is that a king I see?
Reflecting on what used to be.
A tear
slow motion down
the hill of my round cheek
tickling the corner of my mouth
I feel
An ache
knowing your loss
remembering the face
of the one I lost years ago
embrace
Our hearts
joined in oneness
in a bond that will last
because we've walked in the same shoes
our grace
Likewise
Today's hardship
has the power to rise
man over prejudices of
all kinds.
Of skin
creeds and cultures
as we are one in Him
who sought to give to us all His
kingship.
My loss
is His loss too
His loss also my loss
our hearts are one, linked forever
in love.
By CarolineCecile
copyright © 08.01.11
I decend from rock royalty.
On a local Irish level.
My Dad rocked around the clock.
At night in local dancehalls.
And daily in his chemist shop.
Accordion strapped on tight.
He begat three singing sons.
And four fine singing daughters.
At his funeral we seven sang his
favourite hymns and Danny Boy.
There was not a dry eye as
we all wished him goodbye.
Now, his eldest son rocks on.
Drove all the way on my wedding morn.
To rock my wedding night away.
With The Stunning, up from Galway.
Lead guitarist with fingers flashing.
Brewing a Storm, husband head banging.
Fitting poem for today, Elvis's anniversary.
I admit rock and roll is my forte.
Rhythm courses through my body.
I cannot sit when good music plays.
I simply must get up and sway.
Please take my hand...let's dance.
16/08/2016
Black as the night sky.
We are born in true beauty .
We are Africa.
Falling down Apple fruits,
Collecting only Newton,
Royalty!
Sitting on the classy living room, pungent fragrance fills the lungs
Wealthy life apparent from the pleasant views which displayed
Living like a royalty these people walking on the air
I smell the blood of an Englishman
fresh from the womb--- umbilical snip.
Ingloriously clad, illegitimate lad,
appointed for leadership.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
and, lo, his enemies are slain.
High on the saddle, mighty in battle,
as England's new king he would reign.
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
the odor of bloat and remorse.
With moans and cries, no more he'd arise;
The clock is a powerful force.
I smell the blood of an Englishman;
William's vigor flows through my veins.
His blood is my own, line of the throne---
one of more than five million names.
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