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In a short time, you will be my executioner.
Your actions shall be considered a favor.
You say to me “Lady, please forgive me”.
I, Mary Stuart, am grateful for your sympathy.
You are putting me out of my misery.
It was purely by providential chance,
that I should rule both Scotland and France.
My first bout with misfortune was the scene
where my French king husband Francois died at sixteen.
I would return to my native Scotland right away.
I faced subjection by my half-brother Earl of Moray.
James Stewart and John Knox scorned my presence.
Peace between Protestants and Catholics found no permanence.
With this problem, I became heavily involved.
During my reign, practically nothing could be solved.
My cousin Elizabeth has been a thorn in my side.
Her disdain and disfavor she chooses not to hide.
Elizabeth proposed with blatant effrontery,
that I marry the Earl of Leicester, Robert Dudley.
Such a marriage would bring an English-Scottish alliance.
I would have been a fool to submit to compliance.
My marriage to my cousin was out of defiance.
I thought I could love Henry, Lord Darnley.
However, Henry’s actions became a liability.
He helped kill one of the noblest men I would know.
Scottish Lords conspired to murder David Rizzio.
During my reign, troubles compounded all the while.
Soon I found myself a ruler without a nation.
Adversaries forced me to agree to abdication.
I would be placed into imprisonment during exile.
My involvement in the Babington Plot is the reason
why I am being executed for high treason.
Please let your blow be both swift and clean.
It shall release me from this ignominious scene.
I wanted England and Scotland to live in harmony.
May I be remembered this way throughout history.
Mary's son, James VI of Scotland eventually became King James I of a united England and Scotland.
Trickles of joy sliver down ruby candy apple traces
Slope innocent cheeks and naive exuberant faces
Round in circles and up and down goes the delight
Spinning laughter and giggling all through the night
Tinker bells chime on feathered dreams and foot hold
Letting go off the reigns Lucy has become rather bold
The carousel has come into town with glitter and joy
A belly full of swirling and the horse is not from Troy
One year of waiting is over and the party proceeds
Smiles all around is what the whole planet needs
Adults don’t know a thing about life in sweet bubbles
If they did it would be safer and fewer in troubles
Dad is through with being an adult and hops aboard
Grabs the stallion’s mane and soon receives his reward
Circus fairground rollercoaster and rotating motion
Combine into yearning poured from a pot of love potion
Why do we refuse to learn from our wondrous offspring
Who drift on meaningful dreams on tender fairy angel wings
Call it back to basics sustainability or overdue rejuvenation
Join the club and hail our children who deserve our ovation
Meanwhile most pleasant dizziness has reached the crowd
Who abandon masters of gloom and for once have allowed
Emotions to win over hard feelings and misguided reason
At the next election I’ll vote for a child at risk of high treason
No more wars unicorn in place of tanks and fanciful dress
Everything to untangle the shreds of global and personal mess
Kids simply know better to enjoy so much infinite beauty
Sweeten blows whereas grownups seek plunder and booty
Circles have no sharp edges and spheres are hard to eclipse
Taking nipper’s advice after all might prevent the apocalypse
A jester who removes puppeteer strings unleashes true stride
And only a fool would choose not to hop onto one more ride
22nd March 2020
Bold Nietzsche declared, “God is dead,”
Humans have killed him, so he said.
Enlightened men, all widely read,
have purged his being from their head.
God decomposed and left a stench,
That human genius cannot quench.
The promise of enlightenment
Instead of light has brought man blight.
God’s substitute, goddess reason
The symbol of man’s high treason
Has not engendered human good,
As humanists believed she would.
History and experience teach,
That man cannot perfection reach
By mere intellectual means
For evil exists in his genes.
The two world wars that men have fought,
defy claims of rational thought.
The truth is clear, mankind is flawed,
And badly needs the help of God.
The moral mess mankind is in,
Is evidence of human sin.
The death of God has brought a curse,
And made the plight of humans worse.
That God did die, is indeed true,
But from a different point of view.
God in man’s flesh came down to earth,
To live and die for man’s rebirth.
God is not dead, He is alive,
From Him humans their lives derive.
If you enlightenment desire,
Embrace God and make Him your sire.
Here I am facing my death at age sixteen.
Each moment of my life has been a foreboding scene.
I never had desire to be this nation’s queen.
Devoid of love and care from my mother,
it seems I could not trust her or any other.
Merely a pawn in the game of my father-in-law’s ambitions,
I was inadvertently swept into these political transitions.
King Edward was tricked into naming me next in line.
To be ruler of this nation was not of my design.
The crown is something I should never truly own.
My second cousin Mary is rightful heir to the throne.
With Mary’s rule, a new era in England had begun.
To be a part of rebellion was never my intention.
Here in the middle of this winter season,
my husband and I have been found guilty of treason.
I witnessed my husband Guilford’s decapitated body.
Pulled in a cart past my cell, it was plain to see.
Frightening was the thought the next to die should be me.
However, I shall approach the block with grace and dignity.
Let my plight be known throughout the course of history.
May they realize I was undeserving of my destiny.
Lady Jane Grey, a cousin of England's King Edward VI, was queen of England for
only nine days from July 10-19, 1553. She was convicted of high treason. She and
her husband, Lord Guilford Dudley, were executed in the Tower of London on
February 12, 1554. I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for valuable
information I obtained to write this poem.
A TWICE REFORMED CLOWN
There is an eerie silence,
In the Big Top,
Not a sound is heard,
A heart beat could stop,
A hush envelops one,
And all,
Only the Ringmaster,
Whistles a call.
Suddenly with splendor,
And gust,
In burst the entertainers,
With such lust,
Everyone’s in the mood
For laughter,
But is the clown that
Comes in just after?
A dwarf 1.25m waltzes in,
The mirth and merriment
Immediately begin,
The children line all
The front row,
One stretches his hand,
To unleash the clown’s bow.
The clowns face contorts
Into many a way,
He’s paid to make the audience,
Want to stay,
His face is painted so as to
Look permanently funny,
But the tears trickle down.
And his nose is runny.
He’s a little man
Who was born for a reason
He escaped from jail,
Had been judged
For a crime of high treason,
He exists in the confines,
Of an old caravan,
And cooks his meals
In a second hand pan!
With the Circus he
Anonymously lives,
And travels wherever
They go,
And gives the children
A wonderful show!
People stare, laugh and say,
There he goes.
Who wants to employ
A deformed,
Little man,
With no education,
Who drives an old van?
But this circus did, and
Reformed his life,
He no longer has that,
Heart aching strife
Those ugly comments
Made outside,
In the circus arena, it was
Good, no need to hide!
Life is cruel, he’s learnt,
The hard way,
He is here to stay!
Maybe somewhere in a world that‘s,
That’s quite mad,
Someone will notice a deformed,
Dwarf, that’s sad.
Immediately the clown is rewarded,
For in that first row,
He sees the child,
Who unleashed his bow,
And the love that he sees,
In that little child’s face,
Makes up for the errors of,
The whole human race!
The tears now all vanish,
The laughter is real,
He has a friend,
The child’s heart did he steal,
And maybe tomorrow,
Another will come,
And sit in the front row,
With his father and mom.
The message I send said the,
Clown that reformed,
Forgive and forget that
You are deformed,
You’ll be rewarded,
How I don’t know,
But when it does happen,
You’ll have more friends,
Than foe!
There are those who question
The reality of a God who knows us
One who smiles down on our confession
That the sin we might not discuss
Is still a dark and dreadful transgression
There are those who doubt
The need for His mercy and grace
They don’t know what it’s all about
Wanting for the Savior we embrace
Needing a redeemer to seek out
There are those who don’t understand
The meaning of God’s absolution
Refusing to listen to God’s command
To repent and believe the solution
The One sitting at God’s right hand
There are those who look for a reason
God’s motive for giving His pardon
Believing this to be like high treason
Following the occurrence in the garden
When sin came to us in due season
There are those who don’t want to believe
In spite of the truth – Jesus saves
They don’t seem to know how to receive
Through faith that doesn’t end at graves
But follows us to an eternity we’ll never leave
There are those who won’t enter paradise
With the hope that comes to hearts who know
God is alive inside because He paid the price
The highest price we could not pay, buy or borrow
He loved us all so much He became the sacrifice
I believe in Jesus Christ
Whose great sacrifice sufficed
Because of His gift, His life
We can live again without strife
Because of His light, His love
We can someday live up above
Because of His grace, His loss
We can bring it all to the cross!
God bless you with a new life!
What a sick monster of a man creeping
around with no morals ramming sick agendas
Inside twisted ideas down peoples throats
All the time smiling in his deeply disturbed soul
paying his thirty pieces for the ferry man
Your entry unto the devilish domain
He disguises himself falsely as caring about people
when the suffering lie on trolleys unattended
As the homeless keep rising
Selling off state owned assets without consent
from the nation he should be prosecuted
under high treason of the state
Face the life sentence appropriate to such crime
Under the eighth ammendment our nations law
was passed and still stands tall
We are the land of saints and scholars
A generation of God's seed
We will not be involved in such a disgusting pact
One with blood as it's signature
which has been addressed by this countries kin
in the constitution clearly written as an unlawful act
He should be imprisoned to have such a biast mind
closed to the reality of home truth against the living in God's holy book
his only written words arc of his seed and covenant
Imagine trying
to freeze
a ball of flames
to no avail
Rumors of
being on ice
fail to fit the bill
Still these
exaggerated tales
are spoken & cast
as if the dye won't tell
This well of fire inspires
many to hate nicely
yet & still its dam
won't break
They're driven by
a hunger they'll never
sate so their wicked
mouths forever salivate
Trying to extinguish
a fate housed
by the unseen is a
job for the blind
Their actions have
no rhyme or reason
other than what they've
imagined in mind
This is high treason
in the eyes of
the divine
Is it possible
they still do not
see?
The probability
of such leaves much
to be desired
Shamefully
these archaic
expressions
have sired many
Plenty of room
in the ash & rubble
for those still hell bent
on causing trouble
A penny for
your thoughts
on the double
if I may
Maybe I'm being
facetious but I find
these egregious bees
terribly funny
It's no secret those
honey traps & jars
have seen far
better days
Still silly rabbits play
pulling everything
out of the hat
except a brain
Profane tricks
only bring shame
to their
hollow names
What follows are
the tying of shoes
fit for the other foot
The answer to the rain
is simple & plain
It's evaporated
toward the moon
to accumulate & fall
for a boon
Now there's snow
instead of rain
since they wanted
the liquid flow to change
You're witnessing
altar food being
consumed
London’s Guildhall, John Lilburne is frogmarched in
A man Cromwell considered a friend,
To stand before him accused of high treason
His actions against parliament to defend
As radical leader of the ‘Levellers’
John opposed Parliament fervently,
With his clandestine printing network
Speaking out of its tyranny;
Power, John Lilburne argued
Belonged with the common man,
His pamphlet ‘Agreement of the People’
Defined how, in the ‘Levellers Plan’.
In ‘England’s New Chains Discovered’
He urged soldiers and citizens, ‘unite-
Reject the rule of the Grandees!’
He was arrested and charged with mutinous incite.
Cromwell brought him to the Guildhall
Amid the strictest security
Troubled his trial would cause civil unrest,
Such was John’s popularity
Although eventually acquitted and exiled
He lived the rest of his life a marked man,
And our constitution, today, owes its birth
To the ideals of his ‘Levellers Plan’.
All for the black liquid underground
Stealing riches fact to face
An elitist group of people
an illumatti condemns a nation falsely
without just cause or evidence
to back up actions or such vile deeds
against another race
Now for me that shades the colour
Shadows of their rotting souls hidden agendas
sending the rest of the world into chaos
creating hate and sickness when poverty stikes
speaks volumes to one's heart and soul
a disgrace to modern day democracy
going backwards
Shame on your war and genocide inflicted
Pride based on space filled with filthy lies
Sending hundreds of thousands to death
deceiving people in this modern day
Hitlers with blood on their hands
Justice has not been served
as the shoe is on the wrong foot
Bogus trials executing witnesses
Aired as snuff videos
A hanging barbaric truth
for a world to see the demon at work
Soldiers torturing prisoners and Rape
The break down of law and order in peace
They who should be prosecuted
under high treason nothing less
Facing the severest penalty
of this world and it's many lands
Countless women and children
have died at your ugly hands
Pride people of this modern world
see your weakness and beast
As suffering is continuing to grow
Envy and greed drives that engine
God is not your ambassador
Peace and love is truly understanding
When the good speak ugly about the bad
In looking upon abominations carried out