Best Viceroy Poems
Gaia in white flame burns
Yaldabaoth himself spurns
A second cycle turns
The Golden Age returns
The first-begotten son
Comes down from heaven’s sun
Barbelo, Armoured Queen
Look gently at this scene
Of Christ’s birth long foreseen
In this iron machine
Hearts of iron will melt
Hearts of gold will be felt
Hearts, gold and meek
Will rule from the word’s peak
Valis will rule and speak
With the lute of mystique
This birth in mystery
Will be our victory
As Polloi rules here
The first child will appear
Clearing the mist of fear
Every past sin and tear
Will be washed away
Clearing a narrow way
The world soul will rain down
Hedera all around
Lilies to make a crown
Acanthus for renown
Myrrh, gold, and frankincense
Without any expense
All goats will return home
All blind cobras that roam
Will be under death’s dome
Miles under farms and loam
Sheep will not fear lions
Men will see aeons
In the stream of Dead Sea
He’ll become a man free
Oak trees will weep honey
On every wild thorn-tree
Grapes will turn Persian plum
Gold will be the plain’s sum
But iron will remain
At sea, war ships will reign
Wars will bring pain
Walls will cover the plain
But when you will grow up
Gaia will drink the cup
Please, come soon, in our plight
You, the viceroy of might
The globe bows to your light
The earth and the blue height
Beseech you to be set free
From Yaldabaoth’s dark sea
You, our lord and brother
Child, smile at your mother
Speak words from the Father
If your lips will not stir
No light will bless your wine
And wisdom shall not shine
(Gnostic poem based on the ancient Roman Virgil's fourth eclogue, often interpreted as foretelling the birth of Christ)
Teardrops of dews glistening
Breaks the days of dawn
Caterpillars shedding shells of cocoon
Awakening with yawns
The little fairies quaintly appear
Dancing their favorite dances, all the day long
But, where do the butterflies dance to
When the sun hides her head...
And the days are shamelessly gone?
They fill up my gardens
Frolic from tip of tulip to end of the rose
Next to sunflower, daffodil the flutter flies flown
Never attempting to speak even one little peep
Keeping their precious secrets
From sun up until the sundown
A parade of floats
Viceroy to the Monarch whom he tries to pretend
Royal and regal, ginger and black
Passes the hours while waltzing with flowers
But where does each of them go as processions end?
Dainty, the Painted lady curtseys
Among the swallowtails that swan through the weed
And the Admirals through the blade
But soon to hide away
Flying rainbows of season’s beginning to fade
And my magical gardens now they are bare
The little fairies all have disappeared
Following the whisper of wisps, of a new winter’s air
It’s the beginning of autumn
And soon will come the billows of snow
Did they take journey to a summer, in a far away land
Where oh, where did the butterflies go
Bernardo O’Higgins Riquelme
was born in Chillan in central Chile.
The bastard son of Ambrosio, Marquis de Orsorno,
his Irish-born father hailed from County Sligo.
Bernardo’s mother was Isabel Riquelme.
She was from a prominent South American family.
Bernardo was supported financially
after the father became a Peruvian viceroy.
Bernardo was sent to London while a young boy
where he was able to acquire a formal education.
He soon learned to despise Spanish domination.
Bernardo sought to fight for independence from Spain.
His homeland should not be a colonial domain.
He would share the same ideas as Francisco de Miranda.
This man hailed from the north in Venezuela.
Both men espoused the prospective idea
of a free and independent South America.
O’Higgins joined the Logia Lautaro in 1810.
He was helped by Argentine Jose de San Martin.
In 1814, the rebels suffered a costly defeat.
Into the Andes Mountains, the rebels had to retreat.
This loss came at the Chilean city of Rancagua
It started the period known as the “Reconquista”
In 1817, the rebels won a great victory.
The Battle of Chacabuco ended Spanish sovereignty.
Chile and Argentina were both declared independent.
Bernardo O’Higgins became Chile’s first president.
Thanks to wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for pertinent information I obtained to
write this presentation.
The Wuhan experiment concealed,
The cunning crafts devised,
Myriad of ignorant mass their targets,
An agenda unmasked,
Polluted atmosphere
Forged idea of a prepared viceroy.
"Mask up"
"Six feet"
"isolate"
Inauguration of the control game.
People's servants turned tyrants,
Ignorant bunch of scallywags in power,
turned virologist overnight.
Unending speculations.
Copycats as figuheads.
Dictating to dictators.
Europe did these,
America copied ,
Australia on "socialist" precipice.
The knees on the neck in Canada.
Africa the beggerly consumers.
Dull heads and gracious tyrants.
Leading heads of conquered docile whimps.
Bodily autonomy despised.
President and prime ministers,
more catholic than the pope.
A false cure to healthy citizens.
Euphoria,
A poison patented,
Ask Moderna,
Conception and naming ceremonies,
"Alpha,"
"Beta,"
"Gamma,"
"Delta,"
"Omicron"
Greed sighted opportunity,
Protected from litigation,
Unsuspecting mass of guinea pigs,
Wuhan global poison transverse freely.
No sanctions,
No repercussions,
The plotters planned Olympics.
Media mopped contrary views.
Censorship of facist style journalism.
Doctors silenced.
Massive casualties
Pretenders purloining,
Pharmacopia conspired.
Another false sense of security.
Illiterate dictators consented.
The gaulible on a long queue
Welcomed an experimental ampoule.
The quickest ever.
Greek gifts like Cleopatra flowers.
Criminals rushing to the lab,
The history of past failures overlooked.
Humans, bereft of logic.
Jabbing for fear of death.
The division
Vaccinated deodorized
Unvaccinated criminalized and restricted.
"Omicron" the game changer
Defying experiment
Until the demand and sales pitch failed
Billion in dollars their gains
Casualties their pigs
Sorry, You cannot sue
viceroy butterfly
dancing
on the tips
of cottonwood
dreams
tumbling
in the
spiritual air
your seamless
wings are
slicing through
the wind
mimicking
royal blue
sky
Winter is both beautiful and dangerous
Islands of snow caress the countryside
Nice friends that you see from day to day
Teachers of nature careful and silent
Every person dressed with style and warmth
Real days of winter where you dress fashionably
Loving the good side of winter where you can ski and skate
Outer limits where you could ski the mountains of Austria
Viceroy ski chalets where you snuggle up with your favorite companion
Every loving minute of winter is there to enhance your lifestyle
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
The tirade of the tyrant
Has subdued the trident
Gloating over the viceroy
It's the blood and sweat of
victory.
The subdued voice of defeat
Veiled in unapologetic defiance
Shedding secret tears of what could
have been?
What would have been in the hood
It's the defeat drenched in blood and
sweat.
The table is set for dinner,
Choice meats, mutton, chicken beef....
This is a parade of victory for the price
Of blood and sweat of the masses.
The meat is gorging on, the flesh is stuck between the teeth
A pain in the mouth, transversing the whole
polity
The bodies of the dead nationals crushed
A vivid reminder of the price of victory
Of shed blood and sweat.
(Written on the 15th April 2015, after the 2015 Nigerian Presidential elections)
A godless mass afraid of Death,
though unfettered by rebellion against God.
Uneasy calm imposed by modern gadgets,
global alarm from nations once revered,
A surge of pestilence from the east
trans-versing the cope of earth,
undefined yet named,
A demon unleashed beyond proud science,
The Vain research for a cure,
speculations of empty brained Politicians
and the unending hyperbole of the media
increased trepidation for the unseen,
helpless physicians like simpleton
consenting to the foolery of Politician
defining cures by a mask,
promising relief by sanitizers,
Stay home, isolate and increase your depression by loneliness,
Freedom now mockery, liberty a lie.
compelled by their reset to change the order for another.
Billionaire proposing vaccines,
untasted by the speculators.
Yet the surge unrelenting they say',
is their imposed masks not cure?
Is the sanitizer not a relief?
the pestilence is resistant to their vaccines,
another mutation in Boris Britain they say,
A mockery of their solution,
the speculation a mere phantom.
Ignorant men as viceroy for the unseen realm,
global manipulation of a cult,
A stage for the Antichrist.
Love splash baby -
You bring me abundant joy.
Such beauty – such wisdom;
Do inhabit my dear Buttercup.
Love splash baby -
Oh don’t you be so coy.
Much respect – much knowledge;
You so instill in this grown-up.
Love splash baby -
Mommy loves her little Viceroy.
Such prosperity – such peace;
Abound within my little Julep.
Europe my realm and my prized possession
I instill in thee our novel ideals,
for your feudal laws our conquest repeals.
Our boisterous wind of emancipation
liberates Spain from draconian inquisition.
Of the proud Brits' stupendous earning power,
an Egyptian campaign would rest the case.
I have made subservient Austria to face
defeat and lasting capitulation.
By sheer divine providence I soar
above my Italian inheritance
bequeathed by Papal authority
and placed in custody of my viceroy.
By my might, I brought to subjugation,
the recalcitrant fiefdom of Russia,
and the resilient kingdom of Prussia.
Not even Portugal dared resistance,
with her weak army debased like a toy.
But in sudden flight and rare sobriety,
her sovereign lord bowed to abdication.
Trying to gather the laughter through her corridores..
A winding passage his labyrinth these words their castle
My own, child unto a man then an infant; stain glassed doors
Still, taunting the mockingbird; whom claims this world shall be ?
Betwixt he as she abominations running free; contiguous both
Flesh and spirit; favourable, their common wealth her cockatrice's
Cock-a-doodle-doos ? Benny with his jets; Johnny-jump-up's, minstrel
Song swaying in the wind her camouflage mercenaries; castration's
Mischief-makers ? Enshrined this carcass dodo bird, debonaire....
Continental congress viceroy post, Elizabeth; continuum's, black plague
In elliptical, writings upon the wall; living, breathing, truant, documents; high
Sea, treason; white wigs and ruby red lips ? Passing to as fro his, season; wicked.
Time
Thou mighty monarch of “eartherial” scope,
the vicegerent and the viceroy of all fickle frame.
from thy womb lonesome vial sprung,
and the cavalcades of torrents bearing branches
Time
ere that chaotic cosmos regaled in darkness found a cloth of light,
Thou deccreest the bands and bounds by thine unvoiced speeches.
and when creation found a space in thy vast gale.
thy space was not submerged or muted in all affairs.
Time
As a conqueror, we see thy doings over man.
thy power over kings.
and thy victory over thrones
we stand aghast when arrogance is over.
speechless at the remains of monarchs.
Time,
where is Rome, where is Assyria?
Where is Babylon, where is Britain ?
Like carcasses in the wind
they crumbled regaled in dusty past of forgone memories
their days of Power are over
Time
Even now, thy watchers are in all cities upon all arms
when in rage the sword is drawn from the scabbard
some you kill.
other you honour.
and others you mocked.
May we in Time, find our paths ere we bid this earth farewell
Summer crept in
slow, steady steps within,
dogged pacing of hot and humid days
mixed messages of spring slipping away
and summer waiting to climb
patient on the edges of space and time;
a butterfly, a gypsy moth, luna and imperial
others more plain and beautiful most ethereal
but when the time and temperature are just right
the multitude of butterfly kissed light
calls monarchs, morning cloaks,
and swallowtails to flight below the oak
a thousand species throng
clustered and separate floating along
when the flowers blossom and grow
wings of the butterfly flutter and flow.
The time of butterflies multi-colored palettes crest
the age of beauty's sweet undressed caress
an age unmatched, unprecedented
our temporary visitors and residents
their beauty, awes and delight
preparing for their southern flight;
winging in and lilting out like graceful eagles
Eastern tailed blues, white admiral , viceroy regals,
the list goes on as if a meditation
calming floating with little hesitation
the oranges, reds, sulfured tigers and swifts
ride the breezes and windy lifts,
here and there appears these natural gifts.
The keepers of the flowers’ secrets arrive in their season
Monarch, viceroy, red-spotted purples, given a good reason.
They bring fantasy and delight to the lilacs and bleeding heart.
Keeping their confidence is what they do so wise and smart.
Faeries and bumblebees try to get in on the confidence action.
But they end up not learning anything to the tulip’s satisfaction.
You see, the zebra swallowtails and orange sulphurs too.
Know how to keep secrets from the likes of them, me and you.
We hide in the meadow, and try to not look interested at all.
In swoops the great spangled fritillary, landing on lilac so tall.
We lean our ears toward the garden, acting nonchalant and lazy.
Fooling not one monarch or zinnia, delighting the lilies and daisy.
"A man convinced against his own will, is of the same opinion still".
It used to be
two opinions
two paths
two ideologies
Two Choices
Day and Night,
Men and women,
Boys and girls,
Fathers and mothers,
Rights and the wrongs
open and closed,
gain and loses,
Lovers and the haters,
Good and evil,
Rich and poor,
Foolish and wise,
success and failure,
learned and unlearned ,
The living and the dead,
The willing and unwilling,
The thankful and thankful,
fruitful and unfruitful,
Righteous and the unrighteous.
the truthful and the Liars,
Then came
The "Vaxxed" and "unvaxed".
the sane and the insane,
Then they had a problem
as Nations bow to Socialism
and President becomes Dictators
and pharmaceutical made the world a Lab
and the media as viceroy
compel us by repetition.