I don't remember falling asleep,
but I remember waking up,
With a white streak in my hair,
and my health all back up.
I don't remember falling asleep,
but I remember waking up,
The world around me changed,
as I empty another cup.
I was told my life had ended,
I was pronounced deceased,
One day I was a God,
The next, my power ceased.
I was told my life had ended,
I was pronounced deceased,
News told nationwide,
from the children to the priest.
For a cold tyrant locked in his tower,
the name and legends told were what gave me power.
Only out on a balcony for social festivities,
I stayed out to give a speech but retreated within the hour.
For a cold tyrant locked in his tower,
the name and legends told were what gave me power,
It used to be a mention of me,
The mere word that made men cower.
I see them happily singing,
drinking from flowing cup,
Someone tell my subjects that the king has woken up.
Standing ovations and rounds of applause
The elephants trumpeted just because
T-rump pulled their puppet strings
As if he had Angel wings
They should've been protesting with guffaws
I chose not to watch the bigotted sap
Or hear the hypocrite spew words he'd yap
At the butt kissing event
My time was much better spent
Wondering how people believe his crap
A message in response to Trump's address
Elissa Slotkin spoke of the big mess*
and in ten minutes of time
She was utterly sublime
With "Checkmate" she dethroned Trump's king in chess
*Elissa Slotkin is the newly elected Democratic Senator who delivered the rebuttal to Trump's address to Congress
Once, she was the moon that lit my night,
A beacon of silver, so soft, so bright.
Her laughter—music that haunted my sleep,
Her beauty—a secret my heart longed to keep.
Through endless streets, I wandered in vain,
Begging forgiveness, drowning in pain.
Yet silence stood where her love had shone,
A ghost of a dream now cold and gone.
Today, I saw her lost in the crowd,
The girl who once made my heartbeat loud.
Yet the glow I cherished had faded away,
A shadow remained where radiance lay.
How could time, in just one year's flight,
Turn passion to echoes, love into night?
What once felt endless now slips through my hands,
A tale unwritten, lost in the sands.
Dethroned, she stands from the heights of my mind,
The queen of my heart, now left behind.
A year has passed, and with it, I see—
The love I once worshipped was never for me.
If evermore this must last,
Through the warmth of sun's wrath,
Holding onto the memories of last,
The frightening night of cold's decline.
Humming the tune of ancestors past,
Hoping this will burn out at last.
Pulling the lever to refer,
The old prophecy's prefer,
For this cold world's end
And to find a hero to mend.
To put off the sun, To prevent the heat.
To revel with him, And to reserve a seat
Beneath the stars and to flee
To motherland Neptune and conquer the sea.
Does memory store from front to back,
or more like side to side
Do childhood dreams seem closer now,
than yesterdays goodbye
Does memory scorn all month and year,
a dimension of its own
Remembering best what matters most
—defying time enthroned
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
Red Queen Dethroned
Piteous, the limpid bloodstained rose
stunned by Winter’s violent pose
color draining onto hoar frost blade
Red Queen, dethroned, to decompose
beneath the howl of ice-bound serenade.
Conception’s threshold - trembling roots
nurturing the hope of fetal shoots
huddled from the dismal bite of frost
holding against the crush of heartless brutes
Knowing spring is not a “Paradise Lost”*
©9/25/2017
*vague reference to - *Paradise Lost by John Milton
submitted to – Rhyme Time with 5 – poetry contest
sponsor – Laura Loo
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