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Thoughts on Saturday
I saw the Queen of England on TV it was her birthday and people
were out waving flags. I dislike monarchy in any form
but the Queen looked splendid in a blue sky dress
and there were proud men in fantasy uniforms
riding on beautiful horses; no one does
pageant better than the English.
But my heart was not in it, I still lament
the death of Bourdain it was like losing a brother
like me, he was a chef that broke out of the kitchen
and ventured the world.
I have written a poem about my brother`s struggle
with depression but hesitate to publish it
as it might offend his children. Of course, I could
have avoided the absolute truth, but then I would have
done him a disservice. I`m still in Algarve, the removal van broke down,
it will take a few days to repair it not that I mind moving house at my age is difficult.
O well, I have to relax and take it as it comes.
The Queen is dead; a kingdom mourns
And all through her domain
There will be countless tributes
To her long amazing reign.
Ascending to the throne so young,
She ruled with style and grace
And no one (certainly not Charles!)
Will ever take her place.
To us, across the pond, she seemed
So decorous and prim,
Requiring a curtsy (from a her)
Or bow (from him).
Her matching suits and hats defined
Her monarchy and yet,
Beneath that stiff demeanor
Lurked the Queen most never met.
I once read that her handbag,
Always draped across her arm,
Was moved quite subtly to
Her other elbow, an alarm.
She did this when she’d had enough
And wanted to take leave,
A signal that her handlers
Were on lookout to receive.
That story showed her human side;
Will wonders never cease?
We’ll miss you, Queen Elizabeth,
And may you rest in peace.
GOD SAVE THE QUEEN
Of course, in the end, her end was inevitable
Reaching such an age, even in such as this age
A memorable funeral of Pomp and ceremony
A traditional Monarchy, perhaps even the last
Famous across the world and never outclassed
Missed by so many, and left a special memory
The longest reign, until time turned the page
Her legacy to all of us was considered ineffable
It was wartime work as an ambulance driver
From a Princess then to Queen of the realm
She ascended the throne in February fifty two
A coronation following in summer fifty three
A splendid occasion, and was the first on TV
Married to Prince Phillip, their love was true
An inspiration to many, with her at the helm
History will remember her, ask any archiver
She left a small family of Charles and Anne
But a bigger family across the commonwealth
Prince Charles is now King after her long span
Both children now old, yet still in good health
Majesty and Grace, Duty and Forbearance,
Yet who was the woman behind the smile,
A mother, wife whose youthful preference
To live a simpler life among the rolling hills of her beautiful green isle.
Yet fate plays games, it's choices rarely random,
In a time of need this girl it deftly summoned,
The world she knew requested to abandon
To fast become a Monarch worldly wise and seasoned.
She heard the call and from it she did not shrink,
Swearing to reign with wisdom and intent,
To her dying day to be that constant link
A caring hand, a guiding light, until her flame was spent.
Seventy summers so very fast went by,
Her presence always at our side,
Now she's gone and with Angels does she lie
Her soul at rest gently departed on an ebbing tide.
We will miss her, and yet in our hearts does she remain,
Memories of a truly special woman and a Queen,
Forever shall we the knowledge of her deeds retain,
History the judge of how truly special she has been.
Noble troubadour making untrue verse,
while traveling from town to town on the dustiest roads,
reciting the lamenting lyrics to yourself,
and the echo is louder than words of folly growing within;
hold your anger inside, let it explode
in the castle's Great Hall, where all will listen, indeed!
Monarchy is an undefeatable fortress,
and below you seem not to fret;
enter it when the trumpets announce
the king's arrival in a golden coach
pulled by stallions who snort at your sight,
but you fearlessly follow them before the wooden gate closes on the bridge.
Noble troubadour decrying a denied liberty, making
your living writing undesirable, undeserved odes,
you're forced to lie and please your demanding king
who manipulates your behavior by tight strings;
should you offer no praises or allegiance to the crown...
you'll be charged with disloyalty and treason! See yourself in the torture room!
There's a limit to your patience bearing the guilt,
and be able to lift it off your chest...it will crush you under its weight,
until your reason turns into discernible madness,
and rising up from your sore knees, you'll relinquish your duty...
to regain your freedom from a kingdom built on obedience and vanity;
and what will be the the outcome of your refusal to bow down?...The peace of a free spirit!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
In the 16th year
In a world of heathens the blood has dried on the streets in the wars have ceased yet there's one more battle to be rocked Humanity has lost its hope in the year 16
For it is 2222 February 2nd of the year 2022
Year 16 and apocalyptic scheme has the king of the world bows down to no one he rules with the cold steel hand almost bow down in the worship Him for the absolute some longer the truth there's no one but the impoverished it's absolute freedom was freedom ran freedom can hurt this new prosperity in an absolute kingdom this new world order this monarchy King of the land has rhythm he has rhythm he has risen and he's dancing on the heads through the souls of the populace he now holds in the year of 2222
1/10/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I slip through the dark, sleek, lank and lean
shadowed, haze gray, red, white, blue unseen
'neath the faint light of distant moonbeam.
I creep cross the meadows, sands and moors
traversing streets and empty stores
unrecognized at your once open door.
I scan the horizon black and bleak
rest and comfort for a moment I seek
but all is want and need I meet.
I fought for you in foreign and domestic wars
freedom came and passed yet was abhorred
profit was the desire you fought for.
I am the life easily sacrificed for greater good
you claimed freedom was all for which you stood
while you took and benefited all you could.
I was a soldier strong, patriotic, brave
fighting for family, country and those enslaved
but now you barely tend my grave.
You look the other way taking freedoms away
and as I closed my eyes at the end of my days
you slipped into politics as a game you must play.
What was the point of being victor
when the world sought only peace as you just got richer
past histories should have been more accurate predictors.
A nation, no, a world on the edge of time
should live by reason, honesty and hope, not policy undefined
tyrant, dictator, oligarchy, monarchy rarely are benign
They send soldiers, volunteers, believers into the fire
to satisfy their own hidden desires
and the people quietly sink into quagmire.
Crossing the big fat bridge,
I reached to the land l wondered ever,
Seeing the amazed beauty l got shakened fever.
Well cultured and seemed as if grown under certain ethics,
Distributed peace made them easier to work in metrics.
Hey jesus, what an awesome place to live in!
I was overwhelmed the moment I saw,
A large and lovely castled mansion on the east coast,
Twinkling eyes of mine and my heart got toast.
A king's palace which was designed beyond my imagination,
Architect person had given pure justification.
Surrounded by river aside, kite raised mountains, Palace blossomed,
Colourful dancing fountain around, The herald sparkingly bloomed.
Yah Allah, these mesmerizing creativity had blessed this earth!
Palace weared the golden ornamental coat,
An absolute monarchy floating on a water like a boat.
Gleaming lights intermittently around, seemed as if a palace Headed a diamond Crown.
Viewing the entire palace, thirsty eyes filled with passion,
Hey almighty, Hug me in this lovely creative palace and keep me under these beautiful sheathe, because my craziness reached its peak!
Palatial furnishing, interior design amazed me,
It was my dream to experience it atleast once.
Lovely ambience made me feel excited.
Hanging Coolen designed lamps, falling multicoloured rays, ignited the entire palace.
Felt pity when l heard that designer hands were chopped,
King of ajmer has dismantled dreams of poor and later badly he dropped.
Ohh lord Buddha, why such inhumanity?
A precious mum as you are
Every single moment I now think
I should have spared
To tell you
You do have all the credit
For what you are
For what you have done
Sorry mum
I know how it feels
Now that I am a mum.
An adored mum as you are
Every single occasion I have missed
To cherish you
To give you all the tribute
For all your sublime and genuine love
I failed
To show you the very value of who you are
Sorry mum
I know how it aches
Now that I am a mum.
A treasured giver as you are
Devotion is one drop of your ocean
A mighty creature
Waging war against your very wants and passions
A strenuous fighter
Protecting your very pride
Reigning as a queen in your monarchy
Sorry mum
I know how it bleeds
Now that I am a mum
A dearest mum as you are
I have taken you for granted
I failed to appreciate your very presence
In the life of mine
Time has made me cry and whine
A pity for me
A healing from my injuries hard to find
I failed
To say I love you
I failed
To say I thank you
For all the flow of care and love
Short was your lifetime
I failed to seize the day with you on time
Sorry mum
I know how it feels
Now that I am a mum.
a lot of intrigue, plenty of danger and a little bit of romance
a fatal conspiracy, God's destiny with a touch of bribery and finance
the Bible's book of Esther reads like a modern novel that contains all these things
but the book of Esther never mentions the Lord God by His name
even thougth the Lord God's name is not written
the presence of the Lord is certainly not hidden
King Xerxes of Persia had a feast and was in a drunken stance
when he ordered Queen Vashti to come forth and perform a risque dance
Queen Vashti refused to abide by the King's drunken request
the King was so affronted that he kicked out of the royal nest
King Xerxes was a ruler with a weak constitution
easily swayed by others in his royal conclusions
influenced by his cronies he signed many decrees and unfair laws
to inebriated and unable to see that they were flawed
with Queen Vashti now exiled the King desired to attain a new queen
and that was when a comely Jewish maiden arrived on the scene
her heritage and nationality remained unknown to the monarchy
until the day King Xerxes signed a most horrendous decree
a plot was put into place, its purpose to destroy the Jews
so Queen Esther urged by her Uncle Mordecai knew what she had to do
and despite the fact that her actions would put her life on the line
she saw the hand of God at work and knew that this was now her time
for such a time as this her mission was to be an agent for the Lord
her destiny was to make right a wrong and put all in accord
destined for greatness by following God's holy instructions
destined for greatness to save a nation from total destruction
God is in charge and will use any woman or man
to fulfill His promises according to His master plan
God is sovereign and He's in total control
so give Him all the glory when He defines for you your role
Queen Vashti's removal allowed Queen Esther to be in a place
positioned by the hand of God to provide her people His saving grace
for nothing in life in coincidence, it's all God's destiny
according to His Holy Word that is the prophecy
destined for greatness for such a time as this
the Bible's book of Esther a story that should not be missed