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
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, my bird, my bud, my tuft of fuzz and light,
Inherit this coat of broken things,
Something more meager than a manger,
But sewn from all the love wrung
From a wasted life.
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.
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Like the Sun, in its brightness
and thoughts that equals it shine,
goes boldly about.
Ventures without fear to be another Shakespeare
with another sonnet, or a hundred.
Take a drive and see Aurora
rise, like Maya Angelou
on a road,
and get lost in Robert Frost.
The Sun, in its brightness,
seems to soar solely in the sky.
The moon shares the sky with the stars in darkness.
Brightness and darkness
appears to be their illegitimate children
Brightness, darkness, shadow: a poet shines.
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 with care,
To his preteen, prettily protected & père,
A princely presence, beyond compare.¹¹
In his eyes lies the witty wisdom of ages,
A lineage of leaders, handed down through stages.
From his tiny fingers, pure power shall flow,
Leading his kin & kingdom, with a gentle glow.¹5
Long live little one, as dreams take flight,
The throne awaits, cloaked in the night.
The future monarch's destiny is crystal clear.
The heir is here & the kingdom holds him dear.¹?
Crowned curls cradle, cherubic charm's cheer,
Stately son, sovereign small, so sincere.
Gazes gleam, as the gentle Queen grins,
For her future's found in her foremost kin.²³
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©? December, 2023.
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 the chosen.
She is the first,
Protector of Excalibur.
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 comment’s not fair
i’m sorry gramps ~ but dad said we must come round to inherit our share
By
David Kavanagh
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
"... 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 free...
"...for just believing..."
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".
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
Standing in the middle of the promised land
Searching for a platform to make my stand
Stepped into a world it's hard to stay
Looking for a toehold and a chance to play
Telling different stories, my life’s unclear
And my explanation I am sure creates fear
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD, WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
The next one in the white house; oh what’s their name
Were looking for our next goat, someone else to blame
Woke up in a fog with my work boots on
Wondering about a paycheck, but the memory’s gone
I AM A POLITICAL HEIR
SOME COURTS AWARD WHEN I SHINE, I GLARE
They say, all good things must end,
the pains afflicting;
why is love so ephemeral?
why do all good things disappear?
the grief burns yet here;
beating heart torments the soul so;
I may never understand or see;
what you wanted from me;
my love sentimental disillusions;
Don't grieve for me this intrusion;
darkness plagues the soul;
I'll hold your hand for always, you said I'm whole;
I mourn for your stare O God...
SADLY
Now, I am only a dream and your eternal heir
7/20/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019 ©
Written for project North Omaha Writer’s Group assignment 2019©
Heavenly enriched
Bestowed with eternal life*
Grace and mercy-propped…
I thank God Whose wealth’s bounty
Fills me well to share with bliss.
*Romans 6:23 …The gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
April 17, 2019
I’m an heir* of the heavenly Father
He adopted me, making me His child
Transforming me by His power
Leading me to serve Him by His grace.
As an heir of the Lord, I’m eternally enriched
With spiritual wealth of precious values
Secured by His assured salvation
Granted with life eternal to share compassionately.
*Galatians 4:7 Wherefore thou art no more a servant, but a son; and if a son, then an heir of God through Christ.
April 12, 2019
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