Best Scepters Poems
The air was filled with sparks so bright
as ash and flick'ring fire abound
The night was filled with fairy light
and from deep down the drumming sound.
And all about did wander round
in forms both large and shimmer small
walked spirits old of yesternight
to lend a charm to each and all.
The sky o'er head was filled with light
and night wore the king’s Northern Crown.
The stars fought with the fire flies flight
as shadows marked the unknown.
A royal night when love was sown,
and bardly singing did enthrall
their poetry did rich resounded
to lend a charm to each and all.
Around the fire stood bold knights
and their ladies most well, unknown,
secrecy was their honor-bright
and amongst them stood the Throne.
Changeling bride brought forth to atone
promises too old to recall,
tonight a fairy wife enthroned
to lend a charm to each and all.
Upon their heads set holly crowns
their scepters of ash, I recall.
Cloaks as light as gossamer shone
to lend a charm to each and all.
Categories:
scepters, fantasy, imagination, lovenight, old,
Form:
Ballade
I am Nimbus, gathering my black ruffled gown
preparing to race against the whistling wind.
My tears threaten to come tumbling down
and dark tendrils untamed; have come unpinned.
My bereavement wails as thunder hammers the skies.
Twin scepters of lightning flash in my mournful eyes.
I twirl in rhythmic dance upon swiftly swirling winds
Behold the grand majesty of a siren's release!
With a sad heart I say penance for a lifetime of sins.
In deep guttural voice I shall bid the storm to cease,
for I've reached the abysmal depth of my delusive soul.
I am enrapt by the tempest emotions in my control.
May 24, 2021
Personification Poem Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Categories:
scepters, emotions,
Form:
Personification
you. are not. alone.
with cavernous ceilings closing in,
the impression of depression driving in the direction
of some unreachable goal of controlled insanity
– because always in control are you –
you harp on your uniqueness, your originality,
when in fact you are one of a many,
one of a group,
something you try so hard to deny
as the blood starts staining your hands
and drip, drops on this hallowed ground.
through the watery haze of your righteous tears
your gaze fails to fall on the footprints
of another and another, walking the floor,
their lifeblood draining just as yours.
all around you they sway, scepters
of tragedies pushed away and forgotten,
long forgotten,
as you blindly flail and try not to fall
off this lonely cliff of Last Resort where
you. are not. alone.
you search and you seek
empathy, apathy, sympathy, any “-pathy”
to ease the pain of these lost, forgotten days,
and yet you miss these hands reaching out
wanting to hold you miss these words
said only to console you miss these eyes
meant to draw you in
and all you see in those eyes is a reflection
of something you’ve tried to deny
and you continue to balance
walking the lines of chaos, trying not to spin
out, of, control
– because always in control are you –
you try to survive on the bread and bones
of those come before, but blind you are
to the nature of your food, blind you are
to this world you stumble through
and blame endlessly, releasing you
from the responsibility you are being punished for, and
you. are not. alone.
so dive of your platform of solitary fears
dive into this river of comfortable tears
swim alongside these ghosts of years and years
of tragedies so like yours
let them carry you away from this
cliff of Last Resort and know that
you. are not. alone.
Categories:
scepters, angst, depression, life, sad,
Form:
Lyric
I parked along the side of the road
where the shoulder turned to gravel.
I left my cardoor open, thinking I’d only be a moment.
Into the golden weeds I trudged
to find my favorite flower.
Bull thistle bloomed
violet,
jewels aloft on green scepters,
as rich as Sappho’s hair,
as rare as royal Phoenecian robes dyed with conch,
long stems twinkling with acid, as green as the intellect.
I will have a garden of thistles,
a court of purple pixies, prickly sprites that know all the names of the wind.
They will surround artichokes that bloom,
great aubergine tassels
that hold back the great curtain of soil.
I continued through the grass,
burs clinging to my pants like dreams,
the musical warning of the open door
fading in the distance.
March 20, 2020
Wild Country Contest
Sponsored by Julia Ward
Categories:
scepters, beauty, fairy,
Form:
Free verse
If for love you lost your heart
To someone that care and share: a friend
You’ve got a case with the one who moulded our hearts
For your heart is meant to be sacrificially shared.
If for love you lost your heart
To the flowers and flavours of this world
Sit upright and pander on this little light
The flowers will one day fade and the flavours will fall.
If for love you lost your heart
To the golden cities, scepters and sword
One day you’ll say goodbye and they will never cry
For you met them here; a borrowed world.
If for love you lost your heart
Think of the creator’s breath in the beginning
We all borrowed for it to live, yet
A million breath remains with him.
If for love you lost your heart
To someone you love and cherish so much
Your heart is lying dead in the depth of lust
For the apex of love is not so weak as such…..
Categories:
scepters, inspirational, love, passion, heart,
Form:
Verse
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name,
Nefertiti.
Cast red sails towards infinity's,
Swift currents.
Nile waters part steadily
Anubis guardian of the dead,
Receive thus living deity.
Let sacred alters burn bright,
Light sacrifices ashen embers,
In thine honers reverence.
Beneath desertions desert ruins,
Lies etched upon mortar's stone.
A royal tomb bearing her,
Majesties,
Unspoken name, Nefertiti.
Golden saddles press against,
Mortals realm,
Behold a phantom goddess,
Brushed ageless,
By times untarnished memory,
The pasted reveals truths,
Magnificence.
Through redemption's flame,
Two scepters crisis cross,
Within beauty's touch.
An ancient throne has,
Been reclaimed.
Raise great sphinx, from
Your sacred resting place,
Shake free fetters sandy mane,
Breath once again,
His might’s roar harold’s,
Her return.
Soft winds blow against,
Freedoms breeze,
Exposing a glittering figure,
Standing tall,
Beside the great monolith.
All bow low unto Pharaoh,
Queen of all upper, and lower
Egypt.
Hollowed halls echo thy name.
Nefertiti.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Categories:
scepters, art, beauty, history, imagination,
Form:
Free verse
An evening stroll, on Midsummer Night's Eve ,
under the silver light of the horizon moon.
Life that burst among a small acreage,
of old-growth forests, flourished.
A delightful flurry of fireflies, drifting,
twinkle among the foliage, an amazing sight.
Echoing sounds moan through bough
and leaves disturbed the night grew cold and grim.
A sudden quiet came, not a whisper,
of leaf or waving bough, not a breath of wind.
The forest was swathed in gloomy shadow.
As I come upon an old museum adorned
with monolith standing stones.
Dim shadows obscured the eerie dark opening,
which formed a prelude to rivalries between evil and light.
Curiosity reeled me in, as my freighted body trembles.
What horrors wait inside? Annoying pride!
Please! Don't patronize me.", I told myself.
And awful, clenching nauseous feeling came over me,
with every step into the dark gruesome cavernous hall.
I didn't' want to walk any farther.
The moonlight sunk in casting shadows onto the walls.
Hideous, vicious grins sneered from carvings against the walls.
A sanctuary once filled with strange world treasures, gold and jade idols,
scepters, swords and masks embellished in jewels.
Finding, on a marble pedestal sat a crystal oval jar ,
with a picturesque opaque lid with a two inch statue of the goddess Athena,
in a long flowing gown, she held a spear on her right,
and a golden shield on the left .
An alcove on the far end of the wall sat a fiery red hair maiden,
wearing a flowing emerald green gown plucking the strings on a harp.
The musical sounds capturing the attention of whimsical creatures,
as a shimmering white Unicorn sat by her side.
Aromatic fragrance drifted within the room
with scent of blossoms and the cool sea filled the air.
I found it beautiful, warm, and embracing.
Not vindictive, but a smitten angel from heaven subduing nature.
An exciting victorious and fortunate feeling
flowed through my body, as I stared at her angelic sight.
7/17/2016
Athena is the goddess of wisdom, courage, inspiration, civilization, law and justice, mathematics, strength, war strategy, the arts, crafts, and skill in ancient Greek religion and mythology.
Categories:
scepters, allusion, fairy, fantasy, music,
Form:
Free verse
In this farm where boats sail on oil,
On overflowing oil, we yet live in a dream.
The things we see should not be said
The things we say should not be heard
And the things we hear
Are grossly absurd.
Such absurdities as
Trees growing upside down,
Fishes fly and birds swim.
The father and the son cannot
Look in each other’s eyes again.
Now we know they lied
Without a twitch on their eye lids, to us
When they said we elected them.
They stole our trust and our treasury,
They hijacked the future of children to come.
The goats live by the fowls
Or so they say
But they are entitled to everything
And the people nothing.
They call themselves upper class
And the people in nationwide broadcast,
“Ordinary Nigerians, Common Man.”
Alas, such puerile nomenclatures
For my fellow countrymen.
In this country of ours,
Those we trusted with crowns and scepters
Have shamed us with avaricious appetite for funds.
They gather like gluttons at the capital
To plunder the national pot of soup.
Just like George Orwell’s animals,
They are more equal than the people.
So neither the bird
Nor the tree branch can rest again.
Categories:
scepters, patriotic, political, satire, people,
Form:
Didactic
The King turned to the men to his left
To his right
And he asked:
Are you my men?
And they answered:
Not until you take your golden scepter to our heads
Will we take our copper scepters to our loyalties,
And so they rode
The race of man
Following their leaders over the cliff
The Diamond scepter of reality.
© Samir Georges
2010
Categories:
scepters, passion, people, philosophy, political
Form:
Free verse
Nimbus gather above, racing swiftly upon the wind
With face lifted to the darkening tendrils of her skies,
my breath crashes like thunder hammering a loud din
as her twin scepters of lightning flash before my eyes
I behold the majesty of the siren's long pent release
She touches the deepest roots of my stimulated soul
In guttural voice she commands the storm to cease
Captivated, I am enslaved by the tempest in control
July 15th, 2017
Categories:
scepters, feelings, storm,
Form:
Rhyme
Orienting
A time of pain
Lost in your mind
Playing games
The will of hers
Is strong like his
Soothing like furs
The weakest wills
Without domination
Or scepters gaze
No one will beat sin
Or get past this phase
The few have seen it
The few do know
Majority fails
While shadows glow
Walking the path
Is older now
Then gliding through it
Past Satan’s bow
No one can tell you
What lies past the way
So take back the two
And conquer those who stay
Though few have seen it
Not many do know
That when majority fails
Our shadows will glow
Pick up the ashes
Retrieve lost tears
Stand up beside us
Let go of your fears
No more wandering
Alone in ourselves
Take back what was once yours
From a life you once dwelled
Categories:
scepters, dark, evil, introspection, life,
Form:
Lyric
There's a castle in Duluth
Made out of sugar cubes
And the moat that flows out front
Is filled with soda pop
Fruit that grows on trees
Is the finest in jelly beans
In the nearby spring fed lake
People swim in grape Kool-Aid
The streets where those people live
Are cobblestoned with M&M's
In their houses made of brick
From different flavors of licorice
With picket fences in the lawns
Constructed out of candy corn
When cotton candy clouds
Move in from the South
The crowds open their mouths
As the skittles come raining down
The days are always sweet
In the Kingdom of Kandy
Where the King and Queen rule fair the days
With scepters made of candy canes
In their castle of sugar cubes
This Kandy Kingdom of sweet tooth's
Categories:
scepters, fun,
Form:
Rhyme
A Heart Moans, Promises Arrive
The heart's deepest moans are heard
on a victoriously high throne!
Swords, Scepters and Blades have castles made,
all mercy is not lost when a poet
lays bear his gentle soul
with hope and love so freely shown!
The pen sings, the mighty sword has been overthrown!
gentle winds are forever blown
Cries for justice, love and gentle mercies ring
bells in high clouds gracing earthly scenes
blasting happiness into this world!
Gabriel blow that promised horn loud
stir the hearts and souls in every crowd
let the children learn to love right;
defend spirit with strength and Godly might
sending evil on a headlong flight
no longer to ever plague this world
opened hearts rule fiercely day and night!
Our hearts seek to forever, forever unite!
Light slays blindness, mankind regains blessed sight!
Robert Lindley, 09/21/ 1990
I replied with verses from this write to another fine poet
this morn. Could not remember it all but that small part
so I went digging in my stash and finally found it.
Presented exactly as it was written but I wanted to do
an edit and then thought no. Let it stand as is. I must
have thought it a finished piece back then since I signed
and dated it..
Categories:
scepters, angel, blessing, celebration, creation,
Form:
Rhyme
I have waded through the rivers of eternity
I have sailed ships on the seas of time
For the exquisite pleasure of pressing my lips to your ear
So that you could finally hear…
The ROARING of my soul
I have hitched rides on meteor showers
Stolen milliseconds during dreary hours
Laid bare bottomed on blackened words
Just for that one passing moment when you joyfully heard…
My HEART
Yell, tell, expel, ProPEL
My every breath belongs to you
Your eyes…only your eyes, that have no color or hue
They are open scepters of fine wine
Flowing freely from all that is you
I drink every last drop, even the splash upon my lip
Anticipating the next happenstance glance
Where I can lazily tip and joyfully sip
The savory substance of your longing for me
Run with me, my love
Let us leave behind wind and all constraints of time
Flow with me and flick off the frames
That prevent you from being mine
Feel the rich, bold, paint running ahead
Showing us what living and loving has said
Experience the gush of your soul
Rushing to express what it’s come to know
Be still, my beloved, let me know you
Let me view you in the purity of light
I haven’t eyes to judge
Only the perspective of faith in the darkest night
What is this? Fear and Shame…
That gathers the curtain around your soul
Who has left you unopened and unexplored?
Who dares to tempt your longing
Bind your revealing
To know you …no…more….
Categories:
scepters, lost loveme, longing, me,
Form:
Free verse
Wrestling in heaven,
two Archangels beset
An arm bar on hell,
to the devils regret
Scepters now grapple,
as eternity waits
One rule to pin down,
—a reckoning at stake
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Categories:
scepters, heaven, strength,
Form:
Rhyme