Long Highness Poems
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I saw the Elm trees
Standing tall in the cold winter
The freezing wind has withered their dense leaves
Blowing up alike fireflies
Their tough branches hit the hurricane
I heard the wind hissing in pain
The baptism of the wind
Revealing the resilience of the trees
When the hope of spring has been quietly arriving
A person's life is like four seasons
Cold and warm, prosperity and decline will always come
Resolutely facing the bitter rain and desolate wind
The God of Hope will meet you soon
The silhouette of sails sailing remotely away
Fearless of turbulent winds and waves sailing in
One can touch the dawn of the other shore
Any coldness calls only for your passion
Once cross the desert of winter
We shall meet the lush greenery of spring
In the warm spring breeze,
Raindrops are softly swaying
The delicate leaves are gently dancing
Only trees experienced wind and rain
They will be qualified to compare highness with the heaven
Only the sword light sharpened by adversity
Then can we create a rainbow in the sky
Only those who have experienced hardships
Then, it can depict the magnificence of life
And cultivate the beauty of life
Dawn inspires with her captivating blend
of watercolor hues,
the wisps of fog, the apple crisp air,
the electric charge of the new.
See how she bleeds through the trees
and crests the mountains high
laying her grace, all over the face of
of earth* bound creatures eyes.
Dawn reforms the listless born
and clinks the glass of time,
raising a toast to night who boasts
of jeweled skies in summer time.
See how she weaves with each breeze
the threads of weary fate,
tending her loom from birth to tomb
a fate which none escape.
Dawn breaks each breath that we take
with beauty so sublime
no hour* can resist her kiss,
her never-ending climb.
See now, Aurora’s diadem slips
see her prismatic shine,
bow to her royal Highness
welcome morning’s time.
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Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Together we'll splash around in mud spots eating tater tots.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
There's no time for a baby snooze for the sun we shall lose!
I'll have you hold the phone books while I get a cookie from the high nooks.
Here is my newborn brother to to celebrate the day!
Slip 'n' slides and kiddie pools, otter pops and pizza!
You have no idea the magic things hidden beyond your eyelids!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
You do like sleeping, don't you? This we'll have to fix.
Maybe mom can whip you up a snack of caffeinated Chex-Mix.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
We will certainly rule the planet together one day, you and I.
As King Brothers: Your Highness Who Does Stuff and Your Highness Who Doesn't.
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
Yawwwckk, now I'm sleepy, move your teeny arm a smidgen.
Maybe tomorrow when we're both awake we'll catch a pigeon.
Here is my newborn brother to celebrate the day!
Wake-up, my brother, wake-up and let's play!
(Zzzzz...)
4/30/11
"Brotherly Love"
Matt Caliri
Behold the Christ child is born this day,
just as the prophets of old did say.
In a manger on the cozy hay
did his infant Lordship choose to stay.
No cradle by a thousand kings paid
for, would befit his divine highness
whose crown is celestial and priceless,
glowing with gems of regal brightness.
Yet in a manger so low he laid.
Behold the Christ child, God's timeless gift,
who will from sin's merciless bondage lift
men to heights from where they went adrift
from God's intended realm in Eden.
His birth in yuletide our lives sweeten
with lit golden marbles to lighten
dark alleys which were once stress ridden.
Wolves were wandering all alone
At home
On a Sunday AM morning
Goodies empty in their storing
Feeling pretty dandy
But there was this craving for candy
Calling to deliver toffee
Thinking it would be grand with tea or coffee
Having a bout that is diagnosed as the blues
Everton thought this visit would be easy and cool
Dressing the part to be a muse
Everton arrived at the Wolverhampton field
Ready to honor the business deal
Before they decided to rest
A foul was committed wanting a confess
Goal awarded after the arrest
Penalty shot scored due to contacting play was a mess
When they returned from the break
Another toffee the Wolves did take
Followed by one more
No need to buy any toffee inside the convenience store
Three nil was how it ended
Table jumping wolves worthy to be commended
Aston’s property now must be defended
Royals from the Eagle state
Made a date
With Aston to tell him ‘wait’
“You have not gone under
Buzzing west hams could still blunder”
“Do you have a plan you’re royal highness?”
Aston Asked with kindness
“I will give you two
The rest is up to you”
King Glazier did explain
About Aston keeping his villa in the high profile game
Three points appeared
Creeping closer claret and blue army got near
Being told nothing to fear
Blowing bubbles
Seeing no trouble
West Hammy United buzz was all secure
But are they sure
One could be shown the door?
We all had fun here dealing with Jack Queen and Mother dear
A full deck she had but it was that discard that was bad
Filled with heart the six was sent packing as a start
Leaving the pictures on the wall
The commoner card started wondering, roaming around the mall
Until by golly a five with a diamond in hand
Looking for a partner to stand
Now the Queen with a heart turned to the Jack who was at the clubs with his buds
“Romance is in the air look at that pair,” she said feeling hearty red.
“Call the King,”
“I will give him a ring,” the Jack did his thing.
When the King was found his royal highness headed down.
Knowing his influence in the town
Instructed just to greet the six and five, with a nice ‘hi’
“What game are you playing?” The King was saying.
When the four showed up with her lucky seven
They said “look, your royal highness we are eleven.”
Watching from a far the Jack and Queen monitored the possibilities
Impressed with the commoner cards credibility
“My Queen there is a twenty one on both sides the King must decide.”
The Jack did say
With the Queen mentioning “either way the royals will help them get a nice pay.”
But on the ground the Queen noticed the King started to frown
“Your royal highness we need you to leave since we are going in another direction with a three.”
As the King came back to his lady she was with the Jack
“They do not want me I was in the way of the commoner cards getting a nice pay.” The King announced while the Jack pronounced,
“Ah, an eight just showed up and the commoners have a nice straight.”
Later in the evening while the King and Queen rested in their quarters the Jack had a need to be a reporter.
Interrupting their dreaming the Jack came in screaming,
“Our ace in the hole just showed up with a ten and we are not going to have to fold,”
Looking into each other’s eyes knowing the lower commoner cards gave it a nice try,
“Our straight is higher than theirs and you know we do make a nice pair,” the royals told each other as the commoners in the mall reshuffled.
Finding a new game and another hustle.
There's one who acts like a righteous queen
Prattling peacock, she loves to pose and preen
She is surly and gruff
Heckling slurs with a huff
And denouncing the life-saving vaccine
The haughty queen is quite aloof
and sometimes she acts like a goof
Should she be on trial
For covid denial
Believe me, I’ve seen lots of proof
She's favored by one, her Prince Demonic
He bows to her highness, Queen Sardonic
Praising her fortitude
Conspiring to collude
Feeding her compliments that are moronic
Her majesty thinks she was perfect at birth
Pompously aggrandizing her self worth
It's tritely ironic
Her hubris is chronic
She's filled with bitterness but little mirth
Prince Dom is seeking attention
Pining for the Queen’s affection
Their words are debunked
They both have been plunked
So much for the Queen’s perfection
The old Queen stood tall and haughty,
Gawking at me, judging me naughty.
Expected me to bow
And she called me a sow,
I refused, calling her throne a potty.
Anonymous PS poet
Our soups matriarch, started an almighty feud
By decreeing she's perfect, the queen of her brood
This flawless diamond
Reigns on Shutter Island
Even insane Leonardo's, pleading to be moved
Another anonymous ps poet
The queen poses behind a shadowy façade
Thinking she is perfect before Almighty God
Disgusting as a wicked witch
Cannot locate a worthy niche
Here among good poetry mortals of the sod.
Yet another anonymous ps poet
Jan Allison and Mark Koplin have joined me in this limerick collaboration. We're not telling who wrote which verse, but you're welcome to guess.
If anyone wishes to join in this collaboration, please send me your addition through soup mail.
oh …
how I’ve dreamed of you -
sultry mistress to the sun's ire …
dappled and coy amid the palms, a-sway
your eyes of the gloaming’s
vault shimmering with the Milky Way …
Luna, red as rouge to
blush your cheek of sacred sand -
dune drifts, the waves of
your golden tresses …
you …
a flawless gem, shimmering
cut and polished with care and perfection to
sunder the sunlight into rainbows -
to focus the best energies and
acumen of humankind
and seed an oasis orchid with a
bloom, exquisite and rare …
oh proud are you
jumeirah, jadhab and mutheer ...
soon and sure
we shall woo each other -
you, Princess of the Arabian Desert
me, fool for your fevered wiles
tempted from afar …
you, immodest and lush
with such lavish loins of excess
arms of extravagance, beckoning me
decadent, seductive …
warm, endless summer night
whispering fancies …
take good care, my heart
the soft echos of its dire drumming have
yet returned from the firmament
final pulses not abounding ...
but the rhythm it
hereafter composes is graciously
sacrificed for your admiration …
offered up to your dream -
sweet song of your gilded breeze …
the aria of my tawny, torrid temptress ...
DUBAI.
~ For His Highness Sheikh Mohammed bin Rashid Al Maktoum and the people of Dubai ~
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, June 21, 2017
* this is a form I created called “Deductiva” *
(An Austrian leader learns of the
death of his rival, 1838)
The footman, in impeccable white hose
and pigtailed wig, halts five yards off, and bows.
An under-secretary, in the throes
of studying the Lombard Ruse, allows
the silent slippered servant to slide near.
A silver salver bears a folded note.
He picks it up. Fine ivory veneer
reflects the silver buttons of his coat.
The older man is quiet as the grave,
and just as still. He contemplates the board.
As if they were the marble architrave,
both footman and official are ignored.
Just then, the boy picks up his knight
and moves it forward, capturing a pawn.
Here in the Gloriette, warm candlelight:
beyond the window, evening-shrouded lawn.
“Your Highness has the art,” the old man says,
and sits back in his chair. The tartan pile
of blanket shrouds his knees. His face betrays
the merest specter of a subtle smile.
Prince Klemens Wenzel Furst Von Metternich
enjoys the eight-year-old’s euphoria.
“You’ll make a mighty monarch, naturlich.”
His blanket slips (a gift from Queen Victoria).
The chance the Under-Secretary sought!
He coughs and tugs politely at his cuff.
“The note, Your Highness, which the footman brought …”
It’s almost imperceptible, the Prince’s huff.
“It seems that Talleyrand – well – he is dead.
Two nights ago. Near Tours. Chezal-Benoit.”
The old man grunts. “We haven’t been misled?
He died? I wonder what he meant by that.”
The doctor told me to write things down because of my failing memory.
I was about to do something, but now I've forgotten.
Oh yes, now I remember. I was about to get something to eat.
"Dear?" I asked my wife, "Would you like some ice cream?"
"Thank you. Yes I would" she replied to me.
"Better write it down," she continued to say,
"You've probably already forgotten what happened yesterday."
"I can remember to get you ice cream," I said, "I don't need to write it down."
"Well I want whipped cream on it too," she went on to say, "You had better write that down."
"Ice cream with whipped cream," I said, "I've got it. I don't have to write it down."
"Could you then please put chocolate syrup over it with a cherry on top," she asked,
"like we used to do when we first met?
You best write all of this down Dear because I fear you're most certainly going to forget."
"I Won't Forget Dear!" I said in my best loving stern voice,
"Now allow me to go and fetch you your ice cream."
I know she means well, but she can drive me batty as hell
Good thing I love her. Ya know what I mean?
I shouldn't have been so stern. I love her so much.
60 years of marriage is something to boast.
To absolve my guilt I shall serve her royally and be the most gracious host.
I'll serve her with this elaborate serving tray
with a single red rose placed in a vase
and as I placed the serving tray before her, I say, "Your Highness."
and then I'm pale as a ghost.
The look she gives to me is disappointment obviously.
It wasn't the look that I had expected at most.
"Did I forget something Dear?" I asked looking at her beacon and eggs.
To which she replied, " You always forget the toast."
I'm sorry Dear," I say with my smile turning to frown.
"You were right all along. I should have written it all down."