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They dressed it in flashing lights and sirens,
A crash in the night, the tunnel’s iron silence.
But oh, I knew—it was never the speed,
It was the order, cloaked in noble creed.
I was not meant to love beyond the bloodline,
Not him, not us, not a heart outside their shrine.
A kiss under the moon became sedition,
And in their eyes, I was the queen of opposition.
The cameras clicked, but so did something else—
A plan, sharp as diamonds on a duchess's shelf.
They watched me through walls, through wires,
Monarchs don’t forgive what the heart inspires.
He was the wrong name, the wrong hue,
And I? I was once their golden view.
But a rose with roots too deep in truth,
Is clipped before it bears forbidden fruit.
A sniper, yes—not with guns but with minds,
Their bullets are papers, pixels, bloodlines.
The crash? A performance for the blind—
But ghosts know who lit the fuse behind.
Advanced were their tools, machines cold and clean,
Surveillance like gods, but no soul in between.
I speak now through shadows, through tear-stained stone,
A mother, a woman—silenced, alone.
But history listens where power forgets,
And I am still here in the hearts I beget.
Not all royals wear crowns of gold—
Some wear silence, eternal, bold.
Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch
Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely?
an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone?
Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions?
Surely your lips?for wild kisses, not vows!
Why then did you languish, though lustrous, becoming
a pearl of enchantment cast before sows?
Fairest Diana, as fragile as lilac,
as willful as rainfall, as true as the rose;
how did a stanza of silver-bright verse
come to be bound in a book of dull prose?
Published by Tucumcari Literary Journal and Night Roses
Lady Diana Spencer, the Princess of Wales, was an angel of compassion who brought beauty and grace to the English royal family. Her marriage to Prince Charles was one of the most-viewed marriages of all time. But with her support of numerous charities she was an inspiration to many, and more than just an international celebrity. Keywords/Tags: Princess, England, England's Rose, English, royalty, royal, royals, noble, nobility, beauty, beautiful, grace, elegance, class, inspiration, crown, sonnet, sonnets, woman, women, angel of compassion, epitaph
The Light Of Diana
The darkness of the midnight sky
A blessing of the gracious gods of Olympus
The most holy Diana travels across the sky in a glittering chariot
The waning crescent moon, a slight sliver of Diana’s shield, shows her protecting bow
Keeping the innocent safe for the moment when Venus can bless their being
She keeps safe the hearts of women who do not wish to be loved
Her light keeps the spirited god Cupid at bay until the desire for love proves itself
As she travels lovers look up making wishes to her and they see her being
She leaves sparking jewels in her wake for those wishes are to be granted
Red and blue and white they twinkle in the blackness of nothingness
However, I, a mere mortal is the most grateful to the night’s dim light
It is by Diana’s light that I look at your flawless beauty
Watch you as you sleep with dreams that make you smile as no person can
She is the one who keeps your tears away while allowing mine to flow
When Diana travels far beyond the distant horizon and Apollo rises in the east
For a pair of fortnight I shall fade back into the world where you and I would never meet
I will fade back and wait until Diana once again shows her light
Until I can again see your beauty in her silvery light and I shall feel a love which cannot be returned
Such is the blessing and the curse of Diana and her magical light
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
Once out there in the ocean, we fell
in the hands of roaring hurricane, crushing
our steam liner with its ferocious wind, putting us to sea,
receding behind us and slowly disappearing the giant ship
wearing on its bow a wreath of laurel.
We sailed to a barren island, expecting a warm welcome and
there was a shout of joy when we landed on the beach.
But the island was not to be trusted, littered with busts of
sacrificial victims, the ground suddenly began to shake around us,
hearing voices that spoke to us: Gifts to the Gods.
"Oh the prophecies of Cassandra."
I was overwhelmed with fear and grief.
Dripping wet in body and clothes, fled to the forest.
Who are you to hold gods in such contempt? A hunting party
came to the sight. I jumped into a tumultuous river, was
carried back to ocean and that's when I was rescued by a
girl in a canoe. Diana the healer, the daughter of Apollo.
After a while we became soulmate contrary to her father's advice,
who put me back out to sea until I was rescued by one
Captain Ahab thundering for his whale, striking again and yet again
the spears into the giant that threw us in the air. So
once again I was alone in the sea until I heard Diana's voice
shocked in disarray.
O Isaac, my love, her voice carried by the waves.
HELLO HEAVEN, HOW ARE YOU ANGEL
Princess Diana is dead!
What, have you heard, is it true,
How can it be, such a dread.
Yes, it’s true, put on your TV,
And you will see!
She died in a crash in Paris,
In the early morn,
Now we must all mourn,
The 31st August 1997,
Diana the goddess of hunting,
Hunted and mowed down under a
Bridge in a battered up car,
Is now an angel in Heaven.
Diana died in her prime, she generated
Magic where ever she went,
Or was sent!
Her two adorable heartbroken boys,
Follow their mother’s coffin
On a walk of sorrow,
For them a troubled tomorrow!
An envelope on the coffin which simply
Said “mummy” from her son Harry
Had the world in tears,
Their worst fears,
Being how would these boys
Grow up without their mom,
She wouldn’t be there for
Their School leaving prom!
But look at them both,
Such charming elegant Princes,
With beautiful wives,
Kate and Meghan
These four young people’s matchmaker,
Was in Heaven!
The two girls would definitely
Have been Diana’s choice,
For her two boys!
Kate a whirlwind romance, with William,
Britain’s future King,
And Meghan, the beautiful American
Actress presented with Diana’s
Sapphire ring,
Which brought, hope to the world
As international flags furled
And uncurled!
These four have flourished and
Will shortly be eight,
The world seems to have joined hands,
And have become royalist fans,
As a monarchy rather stern
In the past,
Has now became a monarchy,
So in contrast to the past, and
Accepted by the vast!
As Diane looks down with
Electric blue eyes,
And everyday spies
The loves of her life,
Diana their guardian angel,
Their ever faithful,
Charles remains a loving father,
Grandfather, and mentor,
To both families
More and more!
Daily, Diana coils herself
In a dirty corner on top
The ever patronized Mararaba
Pedestrian bridge
Cold mingling in her ribs
Like a poisonous snake, she
Hissed and turned thru and fro.
Hunger, offending strongly, her stomach
The Sound of her crack voice,
Her very cherished choice,
Refraining from exuding properly,
Though she yearns for the passersby to come to her aid.
So, her bony fingers,
She straightened in the air,
Calling for food or water,
Pedestrians roaming, every man to his own
Even they can see she’s like dying,
Packed aside like cabbage garbage,
By life’s fateful decision.
Hungry Diana, lonely and bony
Some time, some take note of her
Duty post and dash her a penny or two.
Most at time majority disdain and discard her,
Some stigmatize her,
Some defraud and rob her
Others even rape her.
Oh! Stark and dark world,
Adding the pains to the wounds of her life.
Hungry Diana, give me a clue,
Why shouldering the plights of this Earth?
Were you a delinquent?
You are not alone Oh!
Lonely Diana for my prayers are chiefly with you.
Onyilo Charlesmelody
Lightning Ink
Many eons passed on Earth, who only saw your face
Untouched your virgin body, floating there in space
Waxing, waning, gibbous, crescent, quarter, full and new
Selene the Greeks would call you; Diana, Caesar knew
Who would brave the ether, who would cross the void
To agitate the tranquil sea you had so long enjoyed
To softly kiss your ravaged face and return to tell the tale
Of Luna's hidden secrets beneath her powdered veil?
Three heroes took the final quest aboard their fiery steed
In Apollo's silver chariot proceeding with godspeed
Three days and nights they voyaged to their opalescent goal
On Earth they watched and worried in the halls of ground control
One held the craft outside the reach of Luna's jealous grip
While Eagle's talons cradled two who risked the final trip
They timidly approached her through the shadowy abyss
Luna waited patiently and received the Eagle's kiss
Nations watched and cheered on Terra's distant shore
As one man finally took a step no one ever took before
In our hearts and in our minds his words will be enshrined
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
I was thinking back to better days
When you could sing along to the songs they played
We’d all tune in on Friday night
To see when Lucky Strike brought you the Hit Parade
Cindy Oh Cindy and Chances Are
Perry’s song Catch a Falling Star
Striped shirts on the dancers for Jailhouse Rockin’
And a touch of blues with the song I’m Walkin’
Pat sang about an April Shower
So please come down from your Ivory Tower
Instead of wondering what’s behind the green door
I took a trip with Duane Eddy on a Detour
I heard someone say Please Love me Forever
And a song about the Twelfth of Never
Then Buddy sang That’ll be the Day
All the way to Hernando’s Hideaway
I remember Kenny Chandler singing Heart
And Johnny’s Cry could make your teardrops start
Harry sang Daylight come and a bunch of banana
Paul was singing to his girl Diana
Sixteen Tons was a song about coal
The words to Padre touched my soul
And Fats was singing he found his thrill
On Blueberry, not Mocking Bird Hill
Wish we could return to way back then
Listen to the Kalin Twins singing When
Songs like Marianne and Nickelodeon’s tune
After I bought you the rainbow, I’ll buy you the moon
If only we could be two Silhouettes on the Shade
Just listening to music on the Hit Parade.
Birches took a vote after the child left the forest
Next time, two wanted to capture her, to keep her always
Ninety-six others voted this was wrong.
The magical birch had a new idea.
Let me create a phantom child who will traverse the river.
She will be seen only in moonlight, and she will laugh like this one.
Her titters will uplift us, and make us joyous as the two legs sleep.
The two potential kidnappers groused, but the rest agreed to a trial.
Magical birch called on all of the nocturnal creatures for input.
Fox chose her hair. Raccoon chose her shape. Owl chose her laugh.
She was created into the water a few hours before the sun rose.
The forest woke up to her glorious laugh, and felt excited and joyful.
What shall we name her? Bee asked. She disappeared at that moment.
The sun had risen. Name who? Grasshopper asked, having missed her.
The night creatures smirked, happy she belonged to them alone.
A name was a great idea. They decided upon Diana of the Birches.
The magic birch was deemed the official Birch Maestro.
He created other creatures for the forest, propelled by this success.
If you see her reflection, please pass by without a fuss.
The forest of the night likes to think she is unseen by two legs.