Long Queendom Poems
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Hesketh approached this adventure with full throttle enthusiasm.
She had never captured a star, but was confident she would be victorious.
Being the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a star counter
A clear vision of her deed had risen from the inside of her cauldron.
Her visions were usually smoky, this one was as clear as a TV screen.
Without a vulnerable star, her powers were half-mast at best.
She was clairaudient, a captured star would give her clairvoyance.
Whispers of what life could be with this power assured her queendom.
At the present time her sister was to be ruler of Amsterdam City.
Hesketh was fully ready to combat black holes and dodge meteorites.
She had her claw devices ready to grip the star and pull it back to earth.
She would have to be fast, for sorcery had given her a warning.
Others were after this star. It was up for grabs so to speak.
Six or seven psychics had seen that it was wobbly and vulnerable.
crew was sworn to secrecy, as they exited this galaxy to enter the next.
Hesketh’s heart thumped wildly as she headed toward her destination.
The Monarch Who Thought He Was King
Once there was a butterfly
who fluttered by a gate.
The gate was closed, that’s when he said,
“O shucks, now I’ll be late!”
He danced and pranced and shouted
and did not hesitate,
“I demand,” he said with power,
“please, open up this gate!”
To his surprise before his eyes
the gate did open wide.
“A lovely thing; I am the king!
I’m surely qualified.
I had no choice so with my voice
the command I simplified:
‘Just open up this gate!
I need to get inside.’”
He told to all who’d hear him:
“I am the King,” he said.
While some bowed down and listened;
some would not turn their head.
They huffed and puffed and scoffed away,
“We’re sure that you misread.
To open up a gate is easy;
like falling out of bed!”
His shoulders drooped, his forehead sagged;
his eyes filled up with tears,
“You cannot make me less a king
with your scoffing and your sneers.
I am the king,” he fluffed with pride,
“the ruler of my peers.”
Then off he flew without a thought
of all their laughs and jeers.
He fluttered to a purple bush;
the hue fit for a king.
And there he sat to contemplate
and other kingly things.
“I’ll show them all; the small and tall,
and all the scoffs they bring.
A proclamation for my nation:
we’ll hold a royal fling.”
From low and high, from far and near
they gathered close to see
the monarch make his grand command
and show his identity.
A thousand monarch butterflies
watched with frivolity
with five or six ambassadors
from the queendom of the bees.
And there he came with pomp and pride
the self-made king to share
he was a monarch butterfly
and worthy of their care.
He preened his wings and listened for
the sound of his fanfare,
but all he heard was rustling wind
which threw him in the air.
He crashed and tumbled to the floor;
they could not believe their eyes.
The kingdom they had counted on
was built on fibs and lies.
The king was crumpled to the ground
ashamed in his demise.
He let the rain fall down on him
from clouds in the gray skies.
And then he woke up from his nap
and turned inside his bed.
He saw the flowers of his home
of purple, blue, and red.
Right then and there he promised
and to himself he said,
“I’ll be the best of butterflies,
than to be king instead.”
Moon Spoons
We dive into each other with love from highest peaks of the mountain
quench our thirst with no parachute needed as we drink from the fountain
in free fall we enter the kingdom and queendom of passionate devotion
no hidden agenda self-righteousness gone just poetry and poets in motion
In words and all touch of the senses we scribe on intermingling tapestry
we dangle in suspense and fulfilment like chocolate milky stars in a galaxy
of kindness compassion held by emotion’s gravity solar powered and moon
when we met you promised to fetch it if you possibly could with a spoon
I replied that we would knit and harvest scoop up our journey together
catch dreams rainbows reality strong like a castle and light as a feather
two butterflies mating our soul mind body stellar constellation narration
scribing our infinite story of fairy tale attraction love smith’s pollination
Joined at hippy hips mind feeling flowering bodies and soul’s contemplation
we float further and further like purposive driftwood in tidal association
are all always and all ways reciprocate cupid’s arrows and fluttering hearts
sift through sediments previous losses chart thunder and light for a new start
Your rhyme and your rhythm convulses gently with my meter muse lute
the soft touches of skin on sugar coated layers of consciousness funnels flute
crevice and harbour safe havens hot lover’s lava fired in loving embraces
cuddle share solace transcend into tender time peaked pinnacle’s places
Words alone can never by a mile explain what it means to have you by my side
my lover soul mate best friend and pleasure’s companion day and all night
when we were in our darkest torrents devastation and it felt like a monsoon
we simply fell into love with each other full spoons ahead and into the moon
20th September 2016
Queen Elizabeth I
A ll things are as it may, beckons a queendom of two faiths,
B orrowed Boleyn's "B" blue brocade the better choice made,
C ancer claims the spring, agrees with the passage of her sister,
D elves to part the heavens anew throne, amidst assassins, lurking
E ffervescent Elizabeth surrenders calmly a surreal destiny,
F orward justice by the will of grace, and a whimsical gestured cloaked puddle
G reat be her ascension not quiet to title claimed by Mary,
H eretics purged sweetly returns, catholicism stands down
I n a realm of stories a chapter freshens a protestant queen
J oyfulness echoes chambered walls, as a parley of power slithers
K ing bequeathed in a woman's dress, as a pence-less nation recovers
L ustrous gems befall righteously, as Spanish gold doubloons are pirated
M en neath ruffles maneuvering positions placates a capricious court
N orfolk his grace whose days are numbered for treason, pride begs none
O nly wisdom and loyalty keep heads secured, within a fickled court
P alace breeds a treacherous bedfellow, proffers an end worse than death
Q ueen banished him to seclusion as a fading insignificant consequence,
R ewards Drake, Raleigh and others from a grateful empire as her saviors
S aves her empire whilst arrogant Philip of Spain loses his in humility,
T enders Raleigh to his Virginia pretense in her name,
U nsettling execution of Mary Queen Of Scots, in harm's way, opens floodgates
V ersed in archery and horseback riding ascertains her birthright,
W ell endowed in the role of the sciences versus human endeavors,
X enial role model for women, mirrors removal tames loose tongues
Y ields to her title as the Virgin Queen, as her treasury is restored by the West
Z eal was her marriage to England, strengthen via the bogs of Ireland
2020 February 07
*1st Place*
ABECEDARIAN CONTEST
~~Caren Krutsinger
*Honorable Mention*
STRAND SELECT G any form,any theme
~~Brian Strand
The Queen Bee
Hello Humble; it’s been a while since you and I first met
And I do appreciate all the time I have spent,
In the company of such a warm heart.
I remember you from the very start.
You were the last to come out and play.
Are you still the same shy bee that you were that day?
No matter; you can only bee who you are
And you are a star! Humble;
Always remember that, wherever you are.
No matter how you are feeling,
You will always bee loved,
Because Humble, your heart is truly good
And I would happily give you my Queendom to rule as your own Humble,
If I only could.
You must find yourself somebody to love.
Do not waste your time on a love that will not last;
Find somebody who is truly good
And she will love you for who you are Humble…never forget that.
I want to see you in here one day Humble,
With the love of your life.
I want you to bee married someday.
I would like to meet your wife;
She would have to bee someone very special to win your heart.
You stole my heart from the very start.
Love true Humble
And Love will truly love you…
I love you.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
#RED:
RENDERING A RICH, RIPE, ROBUST REVEALING, {A RAVENOUS APPEALING}
A FIERY FURY/FEVER PITCH IN HEAT INTENSITY PROVIDING FULFILLING IMMENSITY!
BLUE: BURSTING BRILLIANCE OF BEAUTIFUL BOUNTY AND BENEFICIAL BROADENING...
{NATURE'S SWEET NON-COMPETE WITH FLAIR} "BLURPLE" A.K A. BLUISH PURPLE
BEYOND COMPARE...
BEST AMONGST FRUIT FARE...
"BERRY GOOD!!!" "HOW BLISSFUL!!!"
ORANGE: OUTSTANDING IN VITAMIN C BRANDING! ORIGINAL CITRUS SUPER FOOD! {DOES YOUR BODY GOOD!} "ORANGE YOU GLAD I DIDN'T SAY PRUNES" OH SO DELICIOUS NUTRITIOUS CLEMENTINES...
MARVELOUS "CUTIE PUTUTIE" MANDARINS....
"I CERTAINLY DEMAND YA'!!!" {SMILE}
LIME GREEN: "LET'S GET INTO THIS ZEST!"
LIVELY TANGY FINESSE I STRESS ;-)
"LARGE AND IN CHARGE" FOR A MELLOW
MEMORABLE APPEAL WITH MEAL... :-)
{TONED DOWN, A TAD BIT BUT STILL "LIT"}
JUST ENOUGH WHILE IT HOLDS ITS OWN,
CAN I GET AN "AMEN" MY GUACAMOLE PATROLE...
{THIS LIMITLESS FRUIT STEALS THE SHOW!}
WHERE LIME RULES SOLELY! LET'S NOT FORGET, AVACADOS WITH ITS LIME GREEN FLESH...
"OH YEAH...OF COURSE, THEE BEST! ! !"
PURPLE: PASSIONATE FUELING PLEASURE TREASURES! ALL FOODS THIS HUE... IS A "PRESENT" IN NATURE'S KINGDOM AND QUEENDOM OF {SUPREME STUPENDOUS GOODNESS}...BLACKBERRIES/PURPLE GRAPES/PURPLE PLUMS/PURPLE YAMS...
"YES! I WANT SOME!!!" SUPERIOR SUPER STARS,
BY FAR!
IMAGINE A TERRACOTTA BREAD...
PERHAPS WITH A CHARTREUSE SPREAD...
OR A BLURPLE DRINK FILLED WITH
NEON* YELLOW LINKS/"PERHAPS PINEAPPLE'S LONG LOST CUISINE COUSIN, I THINK! {HA!}
DON'T FORGET ABOUT BLACK AND WHITE MARBLE CAKE "NO BAKE" COMBO SHAKE...
MAIN INGREDIENTS:
SWEET POETIC ESSENCE
{A MOST GRATIFYING PRESENCE}
LIKE...
COLOR PALLET PLATED SALADS IN FRESH VIBRANT HUES..."JUST FOR YOU!" {SMILE}
MAY "YOUR IMAGINATION" BE SWEET* AS A CHERRIES JUBILEE OR SAVORY* AS A TRUFFLED MUSHROOM WHITE WINE SOUFFLE...
"COLORFUL, INVITING AND EXCITING! ! !"
:-)
Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} September 4th, 2023#
The flashy, thunderous announcement
of your unexpected visit on the hot summer day
scares the crap out of the pigeons in the square -
cannoning them into the air -
but soon
they are diving and gliding as they discover
that you are cool as you high-heel dance
the tarry breath out of tired and dusty roads.
But in the grasses of the park the sudden deluge
causes workers to abandon their burdens, and confusedly
hasten to save nappied babies and the queendom from flooding.
The sun worshippers temporarily abandon their religion
as they unbow their heads for a sparkling new baptism
but as their fiery god reappears, you take flight,
confetting the air with your one-word calling card:
petrichor