In the sky a sign appeared. A woman clothed with the sun.
The moon beneath her feet and on her crown twelve stars.
A woman to revere. Mother of God’s only Son.
Gentle Virgin, sweet, Intercessor of our hearts.
Queen of Heaven, Queen of Angels, Queen of all the Earth,
Who to the Lord gave glory, and to His Son gave birth,
You followed on His way even to His very death.
Pray for us this moment and at our final breath.
The Queen, as always, stands arrayed in the finest gold,
At the right hand of the King, Whose throne will last forever.
She did as He commands, His handmaid to behold.
She points to Him in everything and disobeys Him never.
The Father’s faithful daughter, the mother of the Son,
Overshadowed by the Spirit, God’s will is always done.
An example to us all of faithfulness supreme
Humbly crowned in glory as our Queen.
A coronation, watched by our entire great nation,
Some with trepidation, others boisterous jubilation.
Trump feted, his fawning family silhouetted,
Basking in his light, his confidence and might.
This Grand Old Party, it's followers vociferous and hearty,
Anointing their chosen man, to rule their ever-growing clan;
No harm to love a cause, giving thought and sometimes pause,
To what this passion brings, the words the siren sings.
Whereas strong leadership is good, it can be tainted just like food,
For democracy renounced, cannot then easily be found.
Let’s be careful what we wish, lest it be a poisoned dish,
Our founders crafted choice, beyond just
one resounding voice;
Autocracy is not a word, that in our Lexicon is heard,
We must vigilance ensure, for our country's story to endure.
Unity the dream, but like salmon in a raging stream,
Needs fortitude and grit, knowing when to fight and for the greater good, submit.
The golden sunshine
Adorns the hilltops with such
Royal coronets...
As one of the seven traditional priests
takes the horn of the buffalo
and fills anointing oil in it.
other priests surround the crown prince
while making some incantations
to heavenly God called "Tata Leeza" in Kivila.
special oil is poured
on the crown prince's head
as prophet Elisha sent
a young prophet to anoint
captain Jehu to be the next king.
The traditional high priest confirms
a new king with power and authority of Tata Leeza
and put the traditional crown on his head.
few high traditional officials witness
the final process before placing the new king
on a special traditional stretcher in the royal forest.
It is time to carry the new king from the royal forest
to present him to his people of different places.
Many people praise in certain streets
when the new king is carried
on a stretcher by special men.
Unmissed by these who, garden-bound
Come to honour Spring
What's attuned to, solemnizing
Coronation's hour
Any queen's holy place, throughout
Hovers musically.
Though Flora's, this. Whose bird and bee
Mixed choir's sweet clamour.
rainbow of flowers
multitude of flags flutter
the sepals-accept
v-formation geese
the royal air force power
crown jewels fly high
crows in ebony
great britain’s bobbies whistle
corralling the crowds
reign of umbrellas
tutelary governing
until kingdom come
inherited solemn pledge
the sovereign’s soul on the ledge
A Cinderella chariot,
Eight horses in the lead;
Two heavy looking crowns that seemed
Uncomfortable, indeed.
A scepter and an ermine robe,
An orchestra and choir,
With all that pomp and heraldry
Intended to inspire.
The royal family on board,
Except the ones estranged;
The military marchers
And the guests, just-so arranged.
Amazing to bear witness to
The history, the bling.
I joined the world to watch
The coronation of a king.
Coronation
By Michelle Morris
05/05/2023
I wonder how King Charles feels
On the eve of his coronation
Disquiet or fears about
Letting down our nation?
Or perhaps calm and optimism
Joy, peace and happiness?
Confidence and trust
In his coronation being celebrated?
For heavy is the crown
And powerful is the throne
We mark this occasion
The uniting of our home
An historic investiture
A celebration of this moment
Embracing the future plans
To connect us as a country
May God bless our King
And lead him beside still waters
Through every challenge
And every accomplishment
May the crown be lightened
By faith and guidance
May our nation instil pride
In our hearts and minds
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Some people like it a lot:
Royalty and all that rot.
My lineage, U.K. be,
But I do not bend the knee.
Winnie the Pooh is invited
A fictional figure, a child’s
Friend and now a king’s witness
No sword heaved from a stone
A cuddly toy bear among the elite
More important than you or me
More relevant, than economy.
A leader living a child’s fantasy
The king’s clothes of equal absurdity
Yet the reality, covered in pomp
Advisers see nothing wrong or
Too sycophantic; just go along
A coronation, sing his favourite hymn
Poor bonny prince, lonely, soul.
Imaginary friends answering the call
Crowning a commonwealth leader
What would your friends think?
Carry a teddy to the office on Monday
Unemployment the following week
Yet the king will sit on his throne
His wife and Pooh to share his power,
Riches, palaces and home. Reassures
The country's confidence in the few.
God save our 2.2 king and of course, Pooh.
David Cox 29/04/23
God save the queen played with flourish on a vibrant, color-soaked kazoo...
leaves of papered gold
a robe for the autumn king...
for a crown the stars
date: 9/8/22
(used 'syllable counter' website)
One fine day
Starting out on a journey quest
With only good and pure intentions
In your heart and mind
Wanting what is best incorporating
everyone
Be forewarned of the subtle danger
of falling victim of the temper trap
Of awakening having 1 bad day not
long thereafter only to discover
The very same once fire that stirred
your belly and set you upon your
desire to both journey forth and quest
Has now turned into dragon breath
spewing unfriendly fire
At anyone or everyone who dares
stand in your way or challenge's
your point of view
Of the world according to you
On your coronation day once safely
sat upon your throne wearing your
crown of thorn's
Death, my friend,
Is not the end of life
But
Life's coronation!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
24 May 2022
Over the west Sun dies, oozing blood,
The hillside glows in a ruddy blaze,
Pink and crimson fade slowly around,
And a pallid shade taints the twilight haze.
By and by, darkness descends like foggy mist,
Wrapping the Earth in a blanket of gloom
And God turns on his ornate chandeliers
To illumine the world in effulgent gleam
Attended by a cortege of starry maids
The Full Moon arrives in her glowing raiment
Evading the amorous presence of clouds
She enthrones herself before the royal regiment
So glad she is in her princely state
And in her fair mien, she takes delight
Bards and lovers have often been mesmerized
By such charm surpassing all that is bright
Beaming, she gives the night its nocturnal glee
Beckoning us heavenward to gaze and praise.
With benign grace and regal grandeur she smiles
On kings and clowns and on all the human race
She changes her contours with every unleashing night
Constantly renewing and reveling as a glamorous queen
She leaves the world aglow beneath the blue sky
Lending the night its unrivaled celestial sheen
April.13. 2022
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