Best Successor Poems
The Time of the Summer Solstice
Drums pulsing solemnly presage the break of dawn,
bonfires ablaze dot this auspicious June morn.
On the shores of Albion, Druid priests converge,
as Earth, Sea, and Sky do mystically merge.
A circle of white-robed diviners and bards all a-chant,
amidst sacred oak and holly, as their hazel wands enchant.
The Dawn Ceremony begins the Summer Solstice,
awaiting the Sun’s majestic rise from the eastern abyss.
Rapidly waning is the dark of Spirit Night,
as the Sun God waits to unleash his most brilliant light.
Proudly the Summer King wears his crown at Alban Hefin;
but at Alban Arthan, he relinquishes it to his Dark Twin.
The Wheel of the Year relentlessly turns,
as each season ever changes and thus returns.
An eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth,
it manifests the wonder of nature and Mother Earth.
Drums pulsing solemnly presage the break of dawn,
bonfires ablaze dot this auspicious June morn.
On the shores of Albion, Druid priests converge,
as Earth, Sea, and Sky do mystically merge.
05-26-2016
Contest: Summer Solstice
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton
Placement: 3rd
Notes:
Alban Hefin – the time of the Summer Solstice, The Light of the shore, by June 21st or 22nd. Light is at its maximum, and this is the time of the longest day. Starting at midnight on the eve of the Solstice, a vigil is held through the short night around the Solstice fire.
The Dawn Ceremony - marks the time of the sun's rising on this his most powerful day.
Dark Twin - the Sun-king is called the Holly King or Dark Successor (Tanist) in the Druid Calendar who reigns during the waning light of the year, until winter solstice.
Alban Arthan – the time of the Winter Solstice, called in the Druid tradition Alban Arthan or the Light of Arthur. This is the time of death and rebirth.
The Wheel of the Year – an annual cycle of seasonal festivals observed by the Druids and many pagans. It consists of four or eight solstices and equinoxes.
Spirit Night - The Summer Solstice was one of the three Spirit Nights of the year, the other two being Beltane and Samhain.
Categories:
successor, celebration, religion, summer,
Form:
Rhyme
“Without departure “
Long expected on this one day,
Heads headed two ways,
Lingering without time,
Doves, glide in to wave goodbye.
Your wings on us have grown.
Never will I fold your friendship like a flag that had flown.
Smiles you are so wise and poetic.
With the right kind of pleasure and pride of your own.
Untied after your rope pulled you another way.
Free to come back and smile on us one day.
Barren like gust and sun lighten plumes, on a rainy day.
In my eyes, you will always be the successor that got away.
I’ll await once more for your wandering heart, to compose.
I fell without departure to your notes.
My days will gaze for you to jump in with two feet and return,
Yet, I will suffer..................
and lump it with a giant gulp, and ask :-(
Must you really engage us with a sadden farewell?
by;pd
inspired by: David William's............ poem "I"...
~for Joann's contest~
Categories:
successor, depression,
Form:
Ballad
There once was a nutty professor
Who felt he was so much the lesser
He mixed in a beaker
The perfect Id-tweaker
Out popped a sharp-dresser successor.
Buddy Love was the coolest of men
Where once an old egg-head had been
But despite how he tried
The old prof couldn't hide
From his nature, or who he had been.
His honest intent from the start
To impress a young blonde, a-la-cart
But each potion he'd brew
Wasn't sweet or as true
As the man that she found ... in his heart.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Favorite Comedy Movie" Poetry Contest, Alexis Y., Sponsor.
Categories:
successor, humorous, light, romance,
Form:
Limerick
In a world decayed by tyrants and greed,
Serving the human for the human mans creed.
Separation and conflict, the terms we now know
Where once The Last Bastion “Hope” used to grow
Defensible positions push further the lines
Where once the Hearth kept us warm through the times
The surety of plenty now fallowed with salt
Our Promised Land lays dormant, brought to a halt
Successor and Succor were once the lands governed
Brought low by obsession, greed is now covered
By laws and amendments they do what they will
Never giving care to the blood that they spill
A spearheaded tactic, to punch through the lies
Conviction and reason, the common ones cries
To once again see a world of solace and care
To take away hatred, and an end to despair
So with this, The Last Bastion “Hope” you can see
The salt lifted from a land that was once diseased
And never more daunted by an endless abyss
With “Hope” Comes “Love” and in the end … is “Bliss”
Categories:
successor, world,
Form:
Couplet
I awake with the question "Am I like my predecessor?"
Automated and fabricated to slave for the oppressor
I join the procession yet I am an orbate transgressor
Dissipated and attenuated with no clear successor
Then I drift into much more lofty domains
With greater rewards yet more precarious terrain
A place where answers can not quite be explained
Where the mind is confounded but the spirit ascertains
Then I shower and shave; I sigh and greet the day
Will it be my chagrin or triumph I put on display?
In my head I have a tempest, in my heart a bouquet
I must choose which one to portray, which one to obey
Categories:
successor, angst, conflict, day, fantasy,
Form:
Rhyme
There sat in opulent xanadu, the
demagogue of empirical hedonism,
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:
gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion,
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism.
The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales,
the proclaimed young heir, stood far from the course of sceptical euphemism;
The heir apparent had a historical encounter with Wallis Warfield Simpson by fatalism,
by wooing Wallis, the royal blood encountered, clangorous cynical criticism.
The resultant mayhem broke, the blue- blood became the bottleneck of idealism;
sagacious, was brooding strategies to be the prototype of unprecedented heroism.
The proclaimed marriage faced vehement oppositions:
encompassing : religious, political, legal and moral objections.
The outright denial to accept Wallis as the king's consort, broke the anticipated rebellion,
Edward's refusal to give her up, led to his final abdication.
When was quite apparent, he could not marry his beloved Simpson,
finally settled to rebuke the throne from etched imperialism as emancipation.
The man of the hour was then entitled "the Duke of Windsor", a transformation stunned the world and wrote an unprecedented statement in chronicle after abdication.
Edward VIII, once epitome of monarchism, became an ideal icon of asceticism.
A sybarite, turned commoner by deserting the successive chair of the british kingdom to wed his ladylove;
a tale of unprecedented impeccable loyalism.
The abdicator's epitaph on Royal Burial Ground, Frogmore,
is still bearing in indelible transcription,
the testimony of an uncustomary love saga of renunciation.
An epoch making transformation, decades have ever witnessed from iconic monarchism to transcendental loyalism:
through unprecedented renouncement
of the bequeathed throne
to array chronicle's unrivalled iconoclasm.
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Categories:
successor, appreciation, education, eulogy, hero,
Form:
Epitaph
"The Ways"
Failure, my grey haired mentor
Toil with me once more
Send me into bowels of competition
Content with loss, experience
Leave me now, I will never learn again
Build me up, a camel under burden
Knock me down, a reluctant pugilist
Prepare me for our assault on reality
Fear resides inside me, successor
Witness to frightening change
Comforts of defeat are fleeting
Status quo won't fool me again
The journey, the pleasure, all gone
Consumed in an avalanche of old
A game of sport yields victors so sad
champions go nowhere but down
Categories:
successor, growth,
Form:
Quatern
The extraterrestrial guest and sovereign of blue bloods
and son of the most reverent ancient tribe and octopus’s cousin
you have been setting on emperor’s throne
from early Silur
in yours great ocean capital Ur
since 400 million years ago,
presenting for future
the jet propulsion engine,
you have been the perfect creature
primarily
and marvel of universe
with you timeless shape and rockets like semblance.
You are the worthiest successor
of the dying mankind,
this trick of nature and instant caprice.
Among the human and humanoids
extraterrestrial
who might doubt really
for your right and legitimacy
to the eternal ruling
yours majesty of cephalopods
and blue exelences?
You survived through all calamities and crisis
outlived by Erath in its long history
even falling to planet the greatest asteroids,
hiding himself on the bottom of ocean.
Even in case of the worthiest scenario
If our Globe would have been captured by Black Hole,
the Squid, your majesty, know how climb out
from that gravitational barrel
tossing up his long stretching tentacles
with powerful suckers and pointed teeth at the ends
he know as catch the seismic hubs and anchored them.
So you will able encountered and inhabited
step by step
on his supersensitive and sharp legs
did picturesque by Salvador Dali,
the whole universe.
In her structures and secrets you understand much more
then all our futurists and scientists combed together.
And Mankind from the ancient centures
has suspected in dreams and nightmares
this creatures
as his own most advanced competitor and successor
who will rise for the ruling by Earth once
on the base his truly right,
the coolest quality of his blue blood,
on the priority of birth, immeasurable history
and testifying by heck a long times.
Categories:
successor, nature, planet, universe,
Form:
Ode
NEW YORK-STYLE HUNGARIAN STEW
In the darkest corner of her living room,
she waits to eat. A stone’s throw away,
her ex lives with their kids, his goulash
wafting reek into her open windows.
Through the one in her master bedroom,
the man could easily catch sight of his successor
swaddled in goose-down, identical in color
to the old comforter she could see, if she cared to,
just beyond her window, on the bed where
she’d been fed, “I’ll cherish you always.”
Abutting that room, the den with surround-
sound TV, where the vulgarian had charmed
the panties off her during commercials, turning
up his volume so she could grasp every syllable
of his accented endearments, his excuses.
Adjacent, their son and daughter’s rooms
(now, with suitcases the children bring back
and forth each weekend); and down the hall,
the state-of-the art kitchen where her louse ex
still plays chef. How she’d wished he’d played
spouse with as much know-how and gusto. Oh,
how he’d cooked and cooked their goose, served it
up every chance he got, till she got good and fed
up and fled to an old flame in a brownstone
across the way — where, at this very moment, she sits
with the stench of the dish her ex is, no doubt, cooking
to death, and the essence of her Crock-pot stew
cooking up a storm, inextricably mesh.
Categories:
successor, satire,
Form:
Verse
The task of giving an authentic interpretation of the Word of Eternal God
Has been entrusted to the living
Teaching office of the Church alone
Its authority in this matter exercised in the name of Jesus Christ
It means that the task of interpretation has been entrusted
To the bishops in communion in successor of St. Peter
The bishop of Rome
This Magisterium is not superior to the Word of Eternal God
But it is its friends
It teaches only that has been handed to it
At the divine command with the help of Eternal Holy Spirit
It listens to this devotedly
Guards it with dedication
Expounds it faithfully
All it proposes for belief as being divinely revealed
Drawn from this single deposit of faith
Mindful of Father Christ’s words to His apostles
“He who hears you, hears me”
The faithful receive with docility the teachings
Derives that their pastors give them in different forms
Categories:
successor, bible, christian, devotion, faith,
Form:
Narrative
Does upon this kingdom of wiseacres tribes
“Realize”
that bona fide beauty is adept its component of flesh
it is but beauty alone that occupies radiance
for itself only shall emit distinction
to play lark accurately from within
beauty is no less successor of serenity
as it to is flexibility of all sin
the mere flesh a skeleton shall bare
is to be inspired solely from the root, emotions master
of which the skeleton so rightly encloses
of the uttermost protected, vulnerability from human hand
the bearer of our fears
the ruler of our breath
its gentility creates sight into naivety
bequeathing each drawn day a reason for life
as is not to alls insight futuristically
the exposed flesh may only breed conceit
of all superficial peepers
where else a glowing aura shall outshine when content
it may nor can survive justification
simply as an optical illusion
beauty is aglow burning within each individual
natural beauty is the efflorescence of interpretation
Bona fide beauty may be felt
It is the diagram profoundly sketched
Within humanities heart!
JD
Categories:
successor, lifebeauty, beauty, may,
Form:
I created you
the angelic, and the impish
with my proud and selfless
love for you.
I enthusiastically ate for two
the sweet, the sour,
the salty, ravenous cravings.
I carried you
inside me, everywhere;
goodbye figure and posture
hello nausea and inexplicable dreams.
Laboring for hours
endless pain, draining my energy
to bring forth you
into this unforgiving
yet inhabitable world.
You had the audacity
with your very first breath
to make demands,
your wails echoing
to clothe, to nourish,
soothe and diaper.
Ensuing endless days
of changings, lingering guests,
photo ops, engorged breasts;
exhausting nights
with the sleep-deprived
DNA benefactor
who cannot truly believe
he has the privilege
to growl about any misery
he encounters.
He is able, when he awakes
to go about his day
without having to consider
anyone’s urgencies but his own.
“But I bring home the bacon”
he assuages.…blah blah blah.
Your physical abilities
I guided, while offering
spiritual awareness,
lavishing you with gifts;
all your needs addressed.
Later you believed
you were granted the right
to walk away from me
at any given time,
while enouncing the notion
that I did not “know” anything!
I gave, gave, and gave some more
enabling you
to take, take, and take it all
disabling me
of my parental right
to unconditionally love you;
my most ungrateful
successor to the throne
of unconventional parenting.
Despite the rebel proclivity,
you ultimately discerned
my essential longing
for your reverence and
long awaited mature interpretation
of my maternal matrix of
noble nurturing.
If I may be so brash
to foretell of your own
inevitable parental destiny,
may your own
proverbial crimson piece of produce
similarly hit-the-dirt in close proximity
to your woodsy perennial.
Categories:
successor, funny
Form:
Free verse
Discrimination is rampant elsewhere,
LGBT, PWD and Low Class person got there,
Is anybody can solve this?
Or nothing can break this.
Lesbians, Gays, Bisexuals, Transgenders,
Everyone says they are curse,
In the society they are rot,
People sees abnormality on them,
They are criticize on physical.
How come they judge them?
They beautify our world,
They got a good career,
And what we sees now they are succeeded.
Persons with disabilities are unique,
But still they are criticize,
They can't get a job 'cause of situation,
Everyone looks them as trash,
Everyone thinks of their differences,
They are drag of everyone.
How come they judge them?
They are unique and talented,
They create a new world,
And what we sees now they are the highlight of all.
Low Class persons are discriminated.
People are ignoring them,
And make them slave.
Everyone sees they are hindrance.
People are teasing their situation,
And banish from the society.
But how come they judge them?
They are the life of society,
They have a noble job,
And a successor of everything.
Categories:
successor, abuse, anger, bullying, class,
Form:
Free verse
Father Christ called apostles
Be His collaborators
They were His eye witnesses
Apostles are priests and teachers
Holds fast their tradition
Governed by their successors
Successor was first pope, St. Peter
To now 2013, Pope Francis,
5042013
Categories:
successor, christian, religion, religious,
Form:
The blood of an evil man,
Spilled upon our world;
A new terror awakens,
His successor soon unfurls
Justice wields its mighty sword,
A mongrel succumbed to fate;
The mighty wings of an eagle,
Left nothing to contemplate
While our nation slumbers,
A serpent sets its course;
Waiting for that moment,
To strike without remorse
Let us slay our prejudices,
Together we'll stand and fight;
Terror stalks our fertile soil,
God bless our land of rights
Categories:
successor, visionary
Form:
Rhyme