Heir Poems - Poems about Heir

Inner Child

You're never too old
to be young
at heart
even Freud was Jung
from the very start
altho' childbirth
is a labour of love
it's all in the swing
of things
and to about-face
child discipline
is strictly a case
of heir conditioning

Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare

Harried Harris heir still feels horrid courtesy heist he doth declare...

Earlier this merry month of May
a goniff who possibly did gossip
about his/her surreptitious exploits
when he/she brazenly
accessed ATM machine
situated at 13 West Ridge Street
Lansford Pennsylvania 18232
pulled off outright theft
found him/herself
in possession of debit card
with Mastercard logo
(I deduce mail meant for us -
particularly the missus
got sent to

Heir

The house of my life
Is rotted and cracked.
The floorboards are warped,
And all of my broken windows 
Welcome wind.

But from the rubble,
I’ll piece out a coat,
Made from my very best pieces and shards.
Patches of carpets that came from Tibet,
And the spiderweb strands of a once regal drape.

Cupped like an egg in a frothy current of days,
You,

The Heir of Curses

All these medals will never revive the souls that were reaped.
Ceremonious honors shimmer, but the blood of martyrs has dried.
No tribute can console the mothers whose hearts are crushed by the death of a son.
Not all are worthy of the celestial spark that carries them.
Some merely burn through their wretched lives and their time in

Heir on Fire

Heir on Fire
by Michael R. Burch

I wanted to be Shelley’s heir,
Just fourteen years old, and consumed by desire.
Why wouldn’t my Muse play fair?

I went to work—pale, laden with care:
why wouldn’t the words do as I aspired,
when I wanted to Keats’s heir? 

My verse seemed neither here nor there.
How the hell did Sappho tune her lyre?
And

Love Born Villain

Every love affair has a villain,
In the grape vines, this, we all learn.

What was once the garden of Eden,
With fights, become, love’s death den.

Where post morning lights ashine,
Forever the dark remains align.

To one; a mistake, abear,
To other; a villain, they heir.

Fulfill A Vacancy: Heir A-Parent

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                              Like the Sun, in its brightness 
                  

THE HEIR

THE HEIR

Beneath banners bold, a baby boy blooms,
His shaped realm royalty reign looms.
Heir to the hallowed, heartened throne room.
In his reign, a kingdom, he promised to prune.4

Tiny toes toward the tapestry tread,
Before the Queen Mother, his marbled path led.
His kingdom awaits, with bated breath & bliss,
A noble heir, designly destined for success.8

From his cradle, cradled

The True Heir

Before Arthur, these were,
Times of magic and power.
The signs that stand before,
Showing the way,
Then disappears in a whisper.
Looking, searching, hoping,
As he looks to the Lady in the Lake,
For the answers and guidance, he seeks.
He calls out,
Waiting, Listening,
For an answer.
No one speaks to him,
Only to her.
One person, one heir, one woman,
Who was to be destined,
to be

To Err Or Not To Heir

the kid looked curiously at grandpa ~ who was struggling down the stairs 

he turned to the kid saying ~ one day you’ll be just like me so don’t stare

kid said i might be lucky and die young ~ besides since when do you care

mum was aghast chiding the kid ~ say your sorry that

Prince-Heir

based on a photo posted
on media today
of King Charles III


         bitty boy bored
wedged between babysitters -
        queen is celebrant…
prince-heir bides seventy years
beholden crowds cheer his crown

The Tardis and the Heir

"... what I said is, I am the Artist, Who Shares..."

More heart than you could ever imagine

And alive with a beautiful vision

My passion is compassion

And my gifts are for giving

"... in the light of right sight..."

There is more to sharing

than you can envision

the lives we can touch

with a voice of caring

a chorus of love

and it's

My God, Thank You For Making Me Your Heir

November 12 Scripture Meditations Based on Galatians 3-4

Key Verse – Galatians 4:7 Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR MAKING ME YOUR HEIR

Thank You for making me Your heir of heavenly riches
According to Your salvation’s bounty-bunches
Despite sinful

Bad Heir Day

When often intestate a rich man dies,
From out of the woodwork suers materialize.
Long unheard from relations from far and near,
Each one crying and vying for a share,
As they petition the lawyer to find a solution
To an awful case of "heir pollution".

The Heir To a Large Fortune

Why am I so poor
Oh, you aren't
You have 
A family
A house
A car
An occupation
Feelings and love 
And there are so many
Poorer 
And poorest 
You haven't encountered

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