The Rook-ie Senator Who Dethroned King Trump
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
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Categories:
dethroned, political,
Form: Limerick
Dethroned Queen
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
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Categories:
dethroned, anger, break up, hate,
Form: Free verse
Dethroned and Exiled
If evermore this must last,
Through the warmth of sun's wrath,
Holding onto the memories of last,
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Categories:
dethroned, 11th grade, blue, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
A Beauty Queen Dethroned
Is there a junkyard for old tiaras and outdated ball gowns?
Where does Beauty go when age has taken her crown?
Removed atop her head and passed onto the new,
smiling gracefully her rein is over her chapter is through.
The walkway has shortened the stage has reached its end
her audience abandoned her, few remembering
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Categories:
dethroned, age, beauty, memory,
Form: Rhyme
Time Dethroned
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)
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Categories:
dethroned, memory, time,
Form: Rhyme
Red Queen Dethroned
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
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Categories:
dethroned, endurance, winter,
Form: Rhyme