Feudal Poems | Examples

The Meadow Comes Alive

The meadow comes alive, dressed in colors,
remembering times when love was newly sweet,
with warm red sunsets embracing lovers
whispering old secrets without conceit,

while daisies dance in the balmy breezes,
and bluebells sing their gladsome summer songs;
wild grass beneath the lovers boldly teases 
now or never, love must win before the dawn

of a new day with rules of etiquette
that keeps every role of life in order-
poor and rich and all who are relevant-
to live and work beneath the feudal arbor.

The golden rays of sunset say to run
before your new-found love can be undone!

Braveheart

Onward mere mortal man
Your stoic heart abides
Armor clad you make a stand
To brave the swelling tides

Quiet of conscience bred
You fight the torrid breeze
Over feudal lands you bled
And the tempest tossed seas

No obstacle prevails
Your courage has no bounds
To the mast you lash your sails
And dock on foreign grounds 

Honor you long defend
What mighty soul you hoard
When at last you greet the end
To relinquish shield and sword

April 16 Rain

April 16—Rain

No Rain



In 2025, the world ended
With the collapse
Of the worldwide climate system.

Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.

But the other half of the world
Had no rain or snow
For almost a whole year
The once-green grass was dying.


Crops failed everywhere
And baked in the unrelenting
Blastwave furnace-like heat
Heatwave after heatwave.


Military coups took place
Fascism re-emerged
The public demanded action
The politicians played
The blame game.

With the collapse of trade
And travel restrictions
People stayed home
Making do the best they could.

Home-grown gardens
Proliferated.

Feudal townships grew
As people walled themselves off
To save their communities.

The rich build underground cities
While the poor starved
And civilization crumbled

Wildlife proliferated
As did neo-savage
cannibal gangs.

By the year 2030
It was all over
And the rains
Never came out west.

Hi-Story of a Hill

HI STORY of a HILL

They grazed their sheep upon my grass*
So many centuries in the past

In feudal times,a monastery of hope
'Til King Henry divorced the Pope

In later times upon my hill*
They set a smock windmill

As Victoria came on her throne
A brewery made this site its own

Later in more social times, a public bath
In which poor folk cleansed at my hearth

The 'sixties brought a different call
Under an impersonal shopping mall

Change continues on,so persistent
But my soil * stays,omniscient

Minority

Minority

Being with brute force in one,
And a helpless other for some,
Treating those who need care,
Will be your cure everywhere.

Mutual respect never exists,
As being in numbers always persists,
We have reached that ugly state,
Where we enjoy other's fate.

What have we become,
Shamelessly enjoying the sorrows of some,
It might be we someday,
Begging other's mercy in a way.

We want the guy up to be neutral,
But we love our thinking feudal,
We are all minorities somewhere,
With fear of staying in another's lair!????

Ramnath.A

Love In Heaven

There you're my Romeo, finally here
So, away I let my last pearl of tear
In the coffin we held our hands staying near
For my love, death is not to be fear
Eh my love, isn't this place dear?

A Capulet and a Montague, it was our fate
With swords our families shared their hate
But you and me dreamed of a love date
The poison was a heal, what I ate
Finally, God brought us here, we aren't late

A lover you were, between the fight
So your heart love with filled was light
You glanced at the balcony to see me at night
"Juliet is the sun" said your sight
We both are now here, with an angel flight

I danced with you, wearing a ball gown
Into your love, you see, I drown
Towards our love, I saw my father frown
We left the feudal who wore the crown
Cannot they still understand love, see the earth down

In front of Christ, as husband and wife we flourished
Oft, they thought our love isn't distinguished
So, from Verona were you banished
Time passed, but our love never vanished
Here, in heaven, Romeo and Juliet isn't finished

Final Tribute

      Final Tribute
(for the Last Caesar)


Give the annual percentile amount
of your iron-copper gathering
The yearly brow liquidity
is required by the silver arm of vexation
Hemoglobin promissory is handed
to the seated image stamped on the penny
Spinal rein acquiescence,
bent will to the usury yield is mandatory
Because the last Caesar said make it so

The coins are jingo collected,
earmarked primarily for a military preference
Give ad infinitum;
blood, sweat and tears
is the required sum
Profess fiscal fealty to the feudal lord
of a monetary divided land
Take a sharecropper stand,
a servile oath of stained cloth submission

What is the scarlet vow protection condition? 

Pay the final tribute
with the parting of your farthing soul

Give with mint-scented breath,
(a legion air of pleb compliance)
the placid portion of patriotic cuckold 

Pocket pawns ask only for golden liberty,
to debt pursue life, love and happiness
	
With deep tributary lender lament,
the last Caesar said belay that request


09-14-21

Inequity Comes From This

Right-wing lies tie reason in knots
Vlad and friends feed rumor with bots
So, what is their end?
They need time to spend 
More time with their own kind on yachts


Author’s note: We’re not talking ships under 200 feet. Forget that small stuff. The very rich crave a $0.00 tax bill, royal status, yachts worthy of kings, big private jets, and a series of walled off chateaux in a different resort areas (with servants). As we drift back toward feudal society at the direction of the super wealthy, they need to convince the majority that immigrants and progressives  are causing the reduction in the common standard of living--it seems to be working.

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Contest fun
Written for Brian

Fruits of Democratic Spirits

Modern minds,
torn by royalist repressions,
hoped democracy would inhale
and expand
freedom.

Freedom from depressing suppression,
lack of creative tension
and safe expression.

Freedom to invest
in post-feudal farms
and families
for future fresh respiration.

Lost were more indigenous memories
of ancient creature comforts,
democratic tribal humors
rumors
tumors benign
and sometimes malignant,
safe and scary,
significant and sacred.

Indigenous wild minds
worn smooth by felt democratic experience,
shared recreative tensions,
cooperative co-acclimation,
cherished freedom for eco-political integrity
more honorably cooperative
than freedom of competing ego-authority

In 2020 hindsight,
ecological 
healthy Earth-relationships
for better democratic trust
predict honorable,
resonant,
resiliently felt and touched
theological synergy;

Regenerative patterns
of ergodic energy.

Ronin

Ronin
Forty-seven men,
hereditary nobles,
military samurais,
serving their master,
who was betrayed and killed by
another lord, ronin's, they
turned masterless, schemed
samurai, three years 
spun thieves, mercenaries, and
madmen, delight all
the challenges that are faced,
the adrenaline that is
peaked, did kill their lord
master betrayer and their
met deed, all did seppuku,
a mass suicide, 
belief be dead, chose
myth, honor, than masterless.

***A ronin (drifter or wanderer) was a samurai without a lord or master during the feudal period (1185–1868) of Japan. A samurai became masterless upon the death of his master or after the loss of his master's favor or privilege.

2020 March 26

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Napoleon's Subservient Europe

The canons thunder,
the rifles rage,
and the horses
like swarms of bees
storm the plains
of feudal Europe.
Her princes tremble
and willingly
capitulate.
Prussia's undoubtedly mine
from Bavaria to the Rhine.
Russia's dreary wintry plains
will be where my scepter reigns.
Italy is my inheritance
as Portugal dreads resistance.
Without the sword i'll woo Poland
whilst to her knees i'll bring England
and kingdoms of the British isles.
French civilization and styles
will dethrone Europe's old order
as our ideals expand further.

Presidential Comedians

I hear in the Ukraine
there's a comedian
with no prior political experience
who has become their new President.

I wonder
they did not hear
we tried this model in the U.S.
a couple years ago

With predictable tragic/comedic results
not the least bit friendly
to public multicultural health
sold out
to support feudal monoculturing wealth
of not so funny kleptocrats.

Tyrants of the Ruling Sun

Tyrants of the Ruling Sun

Let the universe swallow my slaving soul
As the sorrows surround the sinking shoal
The light lingers before it falls on my face
Edacious echoes engulfed will embrace

Sisyphean stars of sadness will defuse
The barbarians of Babylon will bemuse
Silent screams slumber in nomadic night
As the dogmas of deceit deluge in delight

Wandering waves of woe thru the mist
The blackness bereaves with a feudal fist
Apparitions appease the malefic mind
Idolatrous illusions a cancerous confined

The red moon menstruates the mirthful
A lunatic laughter of the hidden hurtful
Dimensional demons deft in their defend
In impeccant infinity’s imperious amend.




March.24.2018
Alliteration poem
Sponsored by: Silent One

Human Society Is a Textbook

Look at society White or Black-
Capitalist, Communist or feudal;
take your pen and scribble this poem
I am telling you this 1st, January, 2018

Human society is a textbook.
It has title and chapters within
All have opening sentences,
but some without any valid points

Many humans live as spelling errors,
appear as corrections or untidy writing,
They are wrong contents and concepts
Readers always hate them dearly

Majority are punctuation marks,
living commas and exclamation signs
Apostrophes, question marks are many.
Periods, hyphens are simple but vital. 

A number appear as illustrations.
Some are humors, cartoons, pictures
Unkind professors of life pinch them,
with dirty or inglorious comments

Silent letters, no points infest textbook.
These hate those highlighted as points.
Yet all belong to the same textbook,
in geographical territory of pages

Human society is a textbook, my brothers
Sisters; titles, points also have problems

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