With a stiff upper lip and old school tie
still it's just not cricket
but the upper crust they say
are on a sticky wicket
to pay the estate or make ends meet
they have conducted tours
of stately homes safari parks
and the family jewels
we used to go to Scarborough Southend-on-Sea
Bognor Brighton Blackpool
have fish 'n' chips for tea
but now for fifty pee we natter
with a Duchess or the Duke
for half a quid a cuppa
with a true blue-blooded bloke
as they're all skint like me and you
there's not a lot a poor Lord can do
but bite the bullet and enjoy
hobnobbing with the hoi polloi
I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
we went to the field, the sun baking us chaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we searched every clue, and were bitten perhaps
by a million flies. Getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, whilst hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
'To exhume the past, we are here at last.'
He roved to their yard with fire
He bounced to the barns
And blazed them down to ashes.
They watched in pains
As he blamed it upon the fire.
He wandered to their stream with filths
He traversed to its source
And spread upon its face the filths.
The groaned in pang
As he blamed it upon the filths
He strolled to their market with light fingers
He made for their purses
And poured them down his porch.
They whimpered in grief
As he blamed it upon the fingers
He paced to their yard, again
He poached their pots
And protruded his big belly from them.
A young lad from the new edge of the yard
Whispered "but this isn't right".
"Hush!" The elders cautioned
In defeated voices
"He is the unquestionable, a blue blooded being"
I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted by curses, but with shoulders high,
went to the field, with the sun baking us perhaps
to a baker's delight. With our rumpled maps,
we yonder searched, bitten as we went by perhaps
a million flies, getting relief from sunless skies
in times of fair weather, while hoping something lies
in the depths of the hot sands for our very eyes
to see. With my tools by hard work and search worn out,
I brushed to full view, the tomb, brilliantly carved out
of young blue blooded Tut, regally laid to rest.
To my wearied colleagues, I spoke in real earnest:
"To exhume the past, we are here at last."
The Land Of Royal Monarchs
from the plains we see
the land of royal monarchs
perched on a hilltop
its architecture
draws us to the heritage
of the blue blooded
secret lives of kings
unveiled flamboyancy with
queens and courtesans
heirs of dynasties
dreamed treacheries and murders
as game for the throne
princely monument
in prime was bereft of love
now gardens tourists
April 20, 2015
For Nayda Ivette Negron
I have not much knowledge to flaunt
Or any mystic power to my credit,
And as I walk the star-lit evening streets
I meet and bypass men of higher merit.
And yet I think of you and feel myself a king
Over all the blue-blooded folks before my sight,
I don’t boast for all to know my fantasy throne; -
I walk like a king and think the thoughts of a knight.
Unlike titled monarchs who honors entertain
This king has no honor parades at military schools
Nor regalia of any official nature to distinguish
The emperor from the ordinary folks he rules.
Although one may deem him a lesser sovereign
His kingdom has its great gains since little is at stake,
For enemy forces aren’t aware of his imagined throne
And thus no foe can oust him and his privileges take.
AFTER THE STORM
Babes and birds breath a prayer wish
upon gush of silky soppy swift swish.
Merciful Zion must have heard
for sometime the bleeding sky trot.
A mile long grin peeps on vertured hills
as prismatic shades speak as petals swells.
Imprisoned now the storm in rainbow's chest
as sun enfolds the shadows in zest.
Across blue blooded ocean's breeze,
jolly handsome feathers finally find the mist
on bells bright blooming feast--
no longer bent or shadow kissed.
Dimpled cheeks unfurl as dusk arise
longing rest after a turbulent surprise.
Sedulous moon and stars squire a light
pageant-like prance for a night delight.
Amidst heartstrings spelled dreams
cotton strums from a guitar rang in stream
Accompanied by rhymes from lapping waves
sweet [oh, sweet], scars are healed
Cuddled safe and secure
the little girl snore in twinkling tunes.
A dimpled cheek smile
as she slumbers a long long while.
©
8:39pm
October 08. 2014
Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing
But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech
I'm not faulty, its the write thing
Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function
Hard it may be
But its the blue blooded vessel that gave me unction
I may be called but refuse to dine
I just don't have appetite
The blue blooded vessel had put the 'write' food on my canine
Now comes the time I'm thirsty
But need not water
The blue blooded vessel produces plenty
Now comes write communication with FAEO
My right hand master
And OLA WRITES my coach behind the scene
The blue blooded vessel made me feel I'm a hero
Now I know the 'write' deal is the 'write' thing
All my might I am investing
Gripping the vessel with my thumb and supporting it with the next finger
I'm emerging a flying writer
There could be a river
Flowing right to your sacred garden,
Like a 'blue blooded' princess
Coming to your world with sincere heart,
smile and open arms;
To hold you tight, and
flow with you to the hills no one knows about
Where only the gladioli grows,
Giving you a new beginning,
With a glow of hope and happiness,
For you to finally settle peacefully
Where your heart belongs
my heart is heavy today for all the soldiers who have passed away.
family members still cry out to you, for all that you did and all that you still do.
you still do it because you give us the" strength and will" to continue your fight
even if it's just putting your stories into black and white.
the red , white , and blue is not just the colors of our flag
it is part of our being - the red is the blood that we share , the white is our souls pure and white ( and that's the reason we don't give up the fight) the blue is for all blue blooded Americans who have stood up when our nation called
and that is why we are the greatest nation of all.
the blood of Americans lie on many a land, and to our flag we salute and stand.
ALWAYS IN OUR HEARTS AND MINDS AND YOU 'LL BE THERE TILL THE ENDS OF TIME
What colour is the sea and the sky?
For the blue-blooded guy and the blue-eyed boy
And everyone else, they are blue, but why?
Blue whales are the largest, blue films some enjoy,
Soothing the nerves; Blue, the blues, destroy.
S.Jagathsimhan Nair, 29th Feb 12
On our green-patched globe, life is blue
Amidst gardens of greenery, our life breathes blue
Up the roof of our floating home, the ceiling is blue
Thus on a cloudless sunny day the colour of sky-blue
Sailing the dominant pools of our home, we meet the blue
Narrowing life in its limitless voyage, the sea glows blue
In the reflection of the roof in the pool, collides the blue
Rolling the love boats as the honeymooners go blue
In the domain of our interactions, let's paint the eyes blue
In criticism for a successful end, let's have the blues
For our sporty achievements, we deserve the blue
In our unpredictable life, let's see possibilities out of the blue
As blue-blooded we are, decided by our blue-print
Let's enable our unification with blue-tooth
And invest and anchor our best in blue-chips
For the essence of life is rooted in blues
In leisure and pleasure, we shall bask in blues
We shall celebrate life with bouquets with touches of blue
And delight our humour in wings with stripes of blue
Thus, in the green-decked globe, Life is blue
We half-hearts cling as scaffold
Mouths of cellophane statements
Morphia inducing as our eyes talc-storm over
Seeing nothing in everything
Like a tank we collide, by the
Edges of a summer vortex pushing as bulimia
It is only the intoxication of drink talking
However, I am yet to take even one mute glass
Empty bottles clutter regardless like rats swan-necked
And corner-slipped like zymotic casings
Speaking slow theremin thunders
Water-washed into neck-delicate walls meeting
Vapour hitting equal to bullets or butterflies
Equations of minus mixed with minus
A downward spiral of blitz-neon roars
Sekt and saxophones hitting like opium
To a rotten core; and I'm sure you remember
If you do then I hate you, and if not you disgust me
How I gave your apple back and
How my Bohemia is your gate
And how my gait is quite unassuming
But again, my sweet heart, it is only a larynx painting the air
With a true-to-type blue-blooded red-devilled roar.
Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world
A better say
America, Canada, New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
Round and round, around we go
Another speech, another show
Lies, half truths, exaggerations
Blue blooded cowboys toppling nations
Drunk with power, blind to the past
Corrupted by greed, right down to the last
"We fight for a people, they yearn to be free"
So clearly untrue, I must disagree
So righteous, so noble. Protecting the weak
Black blood of the earth is all that they seek
With such words I'm a "traitor", They're quick to condemn
Destroying our nation, the traitors are them
We try to have faith, though they've taken our voice
What good is a vote, when given no choice
Now our people divided, our country is torn
When hope is forgotten, revolutions are born.
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