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THE BLACK PHARAOH
In modern lands where histories entwine,
Timeless eminence and strength remain.
A Black Pharaoh rises, strong, proud & reigns,
Echoes of ancient lost glory now aligns.4
As a symbol of resilience, he sits on his golden throne,
Presence like a sculpture, carved from ancient stone,
In the bustling city streets, he dominates.
On his shoulders, are cities and fate.8
The Nile's majestic flow and legacy,
Reflect in him, a symbol of decree,
Astride the pyramids of olden days,
A ruler, bold and just in myriad ways.¹²
With wisdom deep as ancient tombs profound,
He leads and dominates, unconfined.
A visionary monarch, bold, black and wise,
In his gaze, hope and progress harmonize.¹6
In this modern age, a Pharaoh anew,
Guides his realm with grace, and vision true.¹8
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BEHOLD the spine-tingling manifestation,
the GHOST TREE stands,
bathed in an eerie blue-grey hue,
a chilling stance.
It looms amidst the dense and opaque fog,
which muffles all sound and obscures all sight.
Its gnarled and twisted trunk,
devoid of leaves,
is ravaged by time,
etched with deep, screaming cracks.
Its macabre facade,
an arboreal mask,
frozen in a silent,
petrifying shriek.
The distant landscape shrouded in mystery,
a blur of shapes and shadows,
veiled in mist's cloak.
It beckons the curious, the brave, the bold,
to venture closer,
to uncover its tales untold.
Perhaps, it was once a mighty king,
a towering monarch,
a revered being.
But now, it stands alone,
a mere shadow of itself,
a ghost of the past,
a haunting apparition.
Or maybe, it's a portal to another realm,
a gateway to a world beyond our own.
One step closer, and the fog may clear,
revealing the secrets it's been holding dear.
But dare you approach,
beware the curse,
for the ghost tree's wrath may be worse.
It may ensnare you in its twisted ghastly clasp,
and bind you to this chilling dwelling
for all eternity.
They came
They marched
They honoured
Their newly crowned monarch
on Coronation Day
King Charles the third
and Camilla his Queen
in the Golden State Coach
the World for to see
Their marching
Not one single foot out of place
Their music
Was truly spectacular
So before they go
I hope they know
to each one I say
on this auspicious day
~
despite the rain
~
despite the cloud
~
Today I felt so very proud
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FOR NO ONE DOES IT BETTER…
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Written on 6th May 2023
After witnessing King Charles 111 and Queen Camilla’s Coronation
and the incredible feat of the marching troupes who were truly spectacular
Contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE no 1217 Poetry Contest
Sponsor Brian Strand
7th Place in Brian's PREMIERE contest
Pablo Neruda, the great Chilean poet,
Was exiled in an isolated Italian island during WWII,
Only communication he had with the world,
Were thru the letters delivered by the postman(Mario).
Mario: What's a poem?
Neruda:
It's a metaphor, it's a metaphor,
Mario: What's a metaphor?
Neruda:
'It is a device for seeing something in terms of something else.
It brings out the thisness of that, or a thatness of this.'
Mario: How do I write a metaphor?
Neruda:
Think of rain as the cry of the heavens,
Think of love as a rose,
Think of burning candle as the agony of a lonely heart.
Mario: How do I piece together metaphors?
Neruda:
On a moonlit night, I see my love reflected in the moon's silvery light,
Holding her tight, I smell the fragrance of jasmine tonight,
Adoring her smile, I see the beauty of monarch butterflies,
Staring in her eyes, I see the oasis of love in my high desert lonely life.
Mario:
How do I write a poem?
I love her but have not a spoken a word.
Neruda:
You have the inspiration, put in some romantic words.
On a beautiful moon lit night, I wonder who is prettier,
When I look at you, I forget about the moon.
Knit together love, loneliness, fear, and tears of heart,
Into a beautiful tapestry of emotions and feelings that mask your heart,
Stitch some metaphors, make it a heartwarming comforter.
Oh, Land of the Free
You have presumptuously deemed yourself the mouthpiece and policy maker
Of the world
How overconfident
How impudent
Who makes you...
Oh, King of impertinence
Regulators of the human race...
The monarch of the agitated sea
Who are you to dictate MY household’s wishes?
As with the Roman Empire, your greed and moral deficiency IS your destruction
Your sins are hidden behind plaster, ramshackle, and termite-infested walls
You sit on your throne of deprecated morality
You twist your neck and roil your head in an idiomatic cistern of ethics
Oh, how those merchants whom seek shelter under your fiscal confidence...
Will wail and rip their outer garments, as they witness your
great
Collapse
Nevertheless, just like men whom seeks the warmth of a harlot’s bosom
They will easily turn their face to the next woman of ill-gotten gains
At that sacred hour when the light concedes,
And the sun, a tired monarch, slowly bleeds
Across the horizon's wide and waiting stage,
The world turns over a new, dimmer page.
The shadows, long and languid, start to creep,
And lull the noisy, waking world to sleep.
The sky, a bruise of amber, rose, and rust,
Surrenders all its certainties to dust.
A final, fleeting, fiercely golden flare,
Then softens to a hush in the evening air.
Our voices, once so bold, now fall away,
As thoughts too loud for daylight start to sway.
A loneliness, a quiet passenger,
Sits down with us, a familiar visitor.
And in its company, a ghost of romance
Waltzes on the air, a single, saddened glance
At love once held, now just a fading hue,
A part of day the night has swallowed too.
This is the sundowner, more than just a drink,
A ritual upon the mind's own brink.
A pause, a breath, a moment held in glass,
Where what has been and what will be both pass.
A reckoning with all the light has burned,
And all the truths the darkness has not learned.
A sweetness in the letting go, the fall,
Suspended, in the quiet, after all.
Oh, carry me down to our beloved riverside.
Let's lay on the sweet grass and just abide.
To soak up the sun, through our tender young skin.
And think of the phenomenal world we live in.
~Yet, aging stalks in silence and will take our youth away.~
Let's dream of our lightness of being in this now.
Dream about out our future family and home, anyhow.
In a city, small, with winding-treed streets.
And the cherished patter of little feet!
~Yet, aging stalks in silence and will take our youth away.~
In this glorious moment exists silken happiness and bliss.
You know, my deepest love, the joy you bring with a fervent kiss.
The monarch butterflies flap their wings in such joy.
Seeing the great happiness of a girl and her boy.
~Yet aging stalks in silence and will take our youth away.
I love this engagement ring, see its colors dance in the sun.
Our life together will be lovely, I already see it done.
Children we will have, how about four?
Oh, you're so silly, you want more?
~Yet~aging stalks in silence and takes our youth away!~
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Twin eyes, twin perspectives
Pick your poison; they're both too hard to explain
The cloudy sphere raining down once again
While it's earthen brother quakes uncontrollably
Ten years passed as ten years started
A growling eclipse blots the sun and spreads disease
It goes by many names, many forms
As it eternally revolves far beyond my reach
The boy died in a snowstorm so long ago, it seems
Crippled from birth, stillborn, but didn't know it
As he took those shaky steps towards a dim white light
Collapsing with a crooked smile
She stepped out into the sun
Its flaming rays warming, not burning
Perhaps the first and last time Winter spurned the child
A more jealous lover than you'd expect
Through fear of failure was failure born
A butterfly's flap that would rend the very mountains
Expecting a sapling to bear the weight of a treehouse
It bends, it breaks
He lived to see his wildest dreams come true
Invincible behind his suit of armor
Light refracting brilliantly on that prism
Casting the darkest shadow behind him
Even in darkest shadow
Did the tiniest embers dance in the sky
Through foul black winds
Did a flame of hope still burn
And so they stood as the monarch of a kingdom of plague
As the world outside lay rotting, so they thrived
"Nothing remains static," the snow whispered unto them once again
Kings are oft hard of hearing
Twilight burned beautifully far from civilization
As the setting sun cast brilliant shades of scarlet and violet
Sickness and death continued unabated
As the world was told to simply ignore what they saw
Lead may be sweet, but gunmetal is bitter
Salvaging wreckage from a charred castle
The sun's rays were harsh, even in shadow
What else was there to do but wait it out?
And so they looked salvation in its prismatic eyes
Hiding from one and jabbing the other
Left there on their own
Without a rainbow in the dark
It's a dazzling high number to experience
For the one who thought they'd be dead at 15
Yet here they lay, twice that and half formed
Too scared to live, yet too proud to die
Lord, you’ve seen me in ways nobody else ever will, from the inside out, you created every inch of me, my heart of kindness, giving, empthany, sympathy for those who haven’t seen or heard your undying grace, mercy..
You’ve given me more than anyone could ever give me, I’ve searched this life, nothing filled me like you have..
You’ve turned my grave into gardens, only you see my tears in my soul which I hide, Lord, you gave your only begotten son to preach to us, teach us to love, live, lead like HIM..
My grave is empty, I’m here because of Jesus, when I feel empty, I only have to think of you, when I feel alone, forgotten, Lord you lift my chin up to meet your face, wipe away my tears, tell me the words I never heard as a child, “My child, I love you”.
My garden is full of monarch butterflies, turtles, fish, flowers, turtles, my two blessings, my son and my daughter.
Lord, Thank you for loving me as I am now, NOT as I think I need to be..
Time
Thou mighty monarch of “eartherial” scope,
the vicegerent and the viceroy of all fickle frame.
from thy womb lonesome vial sprung,
and the cavalcades of torrents bearing branches
Time
ere that chaotic cosmos regaled in darkness found a cloth of light,
Thou deccreest the bands and bounds by thine unvoiced speeches.
and when creation found a space in thy vast gale.
thy space was not submerged or muted in all affairs.
Time
As a conqueror, we see thy doings over man.
thy power over kings.
and thy victory over thrones
we stand aghast when arrogance is over.
speechless at the remains of monarchs.
Time,
where is Rome, where is Assyria?
Where is Babylon, where is Britain ?
Like carcasses in the wind
they crumbled regaled in dusty past of forgone memories
their days of Power are over
Time
Even now, thy watchers are in all cities upon all arms
when in rage the sword is drawn from the scabbard
some you kill.
other you honour.
and others you mocked.
May we in Time, find our paths ere we bid this earth farewell