No more my mother is the only woman I love-
I say it with respect and truth.
No more my sisters first, my wife and kids last
No more kowtowing to my bloodline while you
must grovel for a pittance from me
That was childish,selfish,small minded.
I put you second too many times, I hurt you.
I treated you like you were temporary while
protecting habits that didn't protect me.
I am sorry. I was wrong. I mean every word.
beliefs between bones break biology
brotherhood buried both beloved, bestowed us bred ~ a Basque bloodline
baptised bloodline boiling beneath belladonna brewed basins of blame
blue bloodline breeds best behaviors but bad beginnings bring beasts
Contest title: MONOKLITTERATION Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
Date of poem: 30th May, 2025
Syllable count: 16
bloodline broods begotten bots - banefully believing in brainwashed fibs
bloodline begins when wanton wiles of wayward women beset beast's breast
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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From ancient times, a bloodline divine,
Ruling over lands, with power to shine,
Kings and queens, of a line sacred,
Their legacy, forever inviolate.
With wisdom and might, they led the way,
The throne, their seat, unchallenged sway,
Law and order, with justice in sight,
Their subjects, loyal, in all their might.
From the Pharaohs of Egypt, to Nubia''s emperors bold,
Nubia''s Piankhy the conqueror, with his army so bold,
Great warriors, monarchs, and sages wise,
Their blood, the very essence of power's rise.
They ruled with glory, wearing their crown,
Near and far, their renown abound,
Their word, supreme, their strength, unbound,
Their rule, an empire forever renowned.
Their legacy, a tapestry of power and class,
Their bloodline, the greatest of ancient past,
So here's to the Royal bloodline divine,
Eminent and resplendent, standing the test of time.
There is a war in the laws of the in-laws
When family is also work, you get a title and a position with conditions
Past life comes as an omission and commission
Roles and actors in audition
As for the mind it sometimes finds itself in a suicidal palace
Thoughts can just parade into the ground
Who is who…?
Behind the trope to dethrone the skin-tone of the child within the throne
What? Yes its dark when one is your own to disown
Father and son can share traits and wives can trade places
From a Prince to a Duke like a Princess and a Duchess all matches
Smiles makeup faces but pain loves family ruptures
Tears are structures of a bleeding soul
Guess what, its still patent there two side to a story
Don't just rejoice and see the glory
This is just a drop of the runaway royal bloodline
The royal tree is yet to be rooted
Our first bloodline land grand owner was Daniel Collier born 1775 in Sussex Virginia in my family tree
the next following heirs had land by ;Benjamin Green berry collier, Hugh Collier and William Coleman Collier who were all from Tennessee.
They were all my May Flower Generation who lived in the good old days but were not tax free!
my grandpa William Coleman Collier plowed with only horses until he died in 1974
my dad was William Coleman Collier jr, our first military soldier maybe involved in Vietnam to die poor.
I Jennifer Collier was born in Florida in 1967. I lived all over the world to miss my American culture and heritage
My mother was German with military travels in her new marriage
I was wife and mother of three children born in Alaska in my 20 year military life time
when I became single i moved to my roots
where William Coleman Collier ring in my ears like an old settler chime
Mother Nature works with positives and negatives
there are those who hunt, and those who are hunted
and there are those, who eat fruit and vegies
while spreading the seed of nature, when they have to go to the dunny
but humans just hunt and spread, the evil bloodline of MONEY
I sense it.
That ancient power,
rushing through my veins.
I savor it.
It's linked to antiquity.
My eyes have seen the impossible.
My heart knows her name.
How did I receive it?
this knowledge that led me here.
She was my ancient mother,
and I'm taking her place.
Her blood course within me.
I now speak in her tongue.
This throne is my birthright.
I am declared as her daughter.
This crown upon my head
shows you who I became.
I shall follow in her footsteps,
and I will shine as her descendant.
Life is already not fair in many aspects
Paying for the sins of our fathers is never what one expects
Destined for death once we're born
Hanged, sentenced to death by a bloodline
If life was a job I would resign
Because the name I carry is a burden
Inheriting wealth which comes with sin
It dissapears but sin has no expiration date
Its still as fresh as the day it was committed
The avenger follows the stench of the blood that runs through my veins
Its the catastrophe of Abel and Cain
Descendants suffer sorrow and pain
Slaves to an irrational bad decision
You lived in the moment at the price of the whole clan
If hell exists then life is a 1st degree burn
Which you escaped by death like a raging bulls horn
Made a mockery of relations and used them as a pawn
Tell me do you feel shame as I do upon,
Hearing how you planned to have the family torn
Thinking the grass would be greener without watering your lawn?
Separation,
combined with everlasting judgment,
Betrayal and bickering result in,
“You go your way, and I'll go mine”
“She's your sister!” you may say,
But how can that be,
When you don't know the soul that lives inside,
Conversations are never interrupted with phone calls from my bloodline,
No birthdays, holidays, or compassionate acts of kindness,
“He's your brother!” I may hear,
But how can that be?
When our resemblance is no longer of relevance,
A once sacred bond is now a distant memory,
The fake “hellos” and awkward “Goodbyes”,
Have become our current situation,
Our crumbling reality,
“Where is my bloodline?”
I look behind every door,
And anticipate a voicemail with every call,
It saddens me to say,
My bloodline is...
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