Long Regality Poems
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The worst kind of loyalty, is often
meted out blindly
It’s an entrapment, and it always
ends badly
I once thought to try it on for size
But I couldn’t afford its high price
I found it made a rather merciless
and relentlessly evil master
Pushes its ardent fans, with all the strength it can muster
Under its spell they are suddenly rendered senseless
It appears they deem common sense as rather useless
Happy to replace it with a pair of blinkers in the end
Soon tunnel vision sets in, to mess with the head
Goes ahead and trades in all logic for herd mentality
That stubbornly refuses to face reality
Pretends to honour patriotic duty with such fake regality
Yet another crafty way to justify injustice
And satisfy the lust for collective prejudice
In the end it's bound to kill a nation's rich heritage
as moral decay spreads down each lineage
A fruitful legacy lost just to appease entitlement
And blissful ignorance relished as divertissement
Such a waste and a steep decline to self sabotage
It's a tragedy within a mixed media collage
A strange reality where biased perceptions are well renowned
In a world where critical thinking has long since been renounced
Form:
Just on Friday there, at the end of the week in regality,
The Scottish Tories met to discuss, market and aim,
And state their policies for future elections in modernity,
Claiming to be progressive and considerate by name.
Their leader said that if they do not beat Scottish Labour,
In the next election, then she will be beat, but won’t resign,
Because she has gumption, intelligence and much ardour,
A vocabulary with a spark that ignites milk, you may consign.
Ruth Davidson studied at Edinburgh and Glasgow universities,
And was successfully elected onto the Glasgow regional list,
She became the Scottish Tory Leader in 2011, no adversities,
And is hot for judges, small business and faith schools’ cyst.
SLEEPING BEAUTY AWAKENS TO FATE
Beauty shrouds its sovereign brilliance under extremes
The oppressive Black Forest of fairy tale dreams
Buried far below the palatial sunrise
Dressed in farmer’s jeans, burrs in golden nest
An orphaned princess plays, regality suppressed
Godmothers ensure her fingers bleed no spindle cries
Rose, cosseted from laughter - the lust, that hopes she dies
Malificent doth yearn to steal her enemy's royal crest
Mine ears hear music
A sultry song of beauty
O steed so strong ~ ride yonder
Magnificent prince!
My heart shudders ~ I’m frightened
Sifting winds doth change my fate
4/20/2017
Laura Loo’s Three Style III Contest
One couplet, One stanza, One sedoka
A-A; A-B-B-A-A-B; 5-7-7-5-7-7
last year's unplanted
milkweed pods are
weighing happily
not on my chest
of drawers but
my bedside
end table
beginning
to open on
their own even
oddly because the
only something that
might be soil is my must
be dirty bedroom allowing
them to reign and roam free
over dust tumble weeds and
dandelion peasantry both
blowing in a draft's breeze
around my room but the
regality can be milked
out of this weed
and and or but at
some time i think
i saw peripherally
black and orange
as my door hinge
spoke in a creak
that they were
here with me but
when i woke was i
a man dreaming
that i was a butter
fly or a butterfly
dreaming i was
a man
Form:
The wonders of the world,
The clouds barrel into the pools of blue, crashing into golden sunlight streaks piercing through the sky,
A canvas of colour full of shades you cannot clarify,
As it floats by just above the likes of you and I,
Perched on a grand oak tree the birds soulfully sing,
Chirping a conversation, to us its a tweeting tune and the flapping of a wing,
The squirrels soon notice me,
As they scurry away up the Acorn tree, Watching and waiting from a bountiful beautiful branch,
Until it's safe to come thundering down the tree trunk,
To continue filling up their cheeks and arms,
The bunnies bashful and shy bolt for the bushes in the blink of an eye,
Unlike the bold butterflies that flutter brazenly through the skies,
Despite being delicate delights, full of vivid colours brightening up the sky, Just like fire flies burning bright in the nights eye,
The Lakes shimmer glistening in the rays of sunlight,
With a solid stillness that's glass like, Until a single ripples ride causes the surface and dark depths to collide,
We will never behold the secrets the dark depths haven't told,
Up above the geese are gathering getting ready for a good gaggling or perhaps they're giggling,
One things for sure they are certainly chitter chattering
The swans slide in silence paired with pure panache,
They are the Royalty of the water praised, poised and posh,
Ruling with regality and gracility and conduct,
Often looking down their elegant elongated necks,
At the peasant quarrelsome quacking ducks,
With utter distaste and disgust,
Flashes of yellow from Spring daffs sway away,
Dancing in the Whispers of the winds, a beautiful array
Petals from the Violets and bluebells amongst the lavender fields enhance what the emblazon earth's birthed,
The bees buzz in between the Floral display,
The nectar is their nicotine a bouquet buffet,
What wonders our world has to behold from for us to nurture,
The Creator blessed us not only with nature,
But every Acre each creature from the Grand Canyon a magnificent crater, to the Icelandics glistening glacier, everything is a fantastic feature,
We are blessed, to walk amongst the wonders of this world.
Her dress flowing, I watch her laugh as she runs through the trees
They stand tall at her regality, bloom full with her smile
She glides as if on air; her grace natural, incomparable
The breeze blowing through her hair, she seems unreal
As if specific time and ability was spent on her alone
I look at him watching her, and she has no idea
The admiration in his eyes or the hopes in his heart
She pulls light out in everything she’s around
I see her light in him; watching as his face glows
There is nothing in this world worth more to him
I look at him watching her, and she has no idea
How he would give everything he has to make her smile
…everything that he is to make her love him
He stares in her eyes and I see all that she is reflected back
I look at her watching him, and he has no idea
…that she smiles because he is already everything to her
What defines Queen?
A question in my mind supreme;
No subject to betitled Kings;
A regality not bestowed by bling.
A Queen will match a King in strength;
But intelligence gives that subtle edge;
I mean this not to cause offense;
I look to natural evidence.
What inner strength must Queens possess;
To be unbending faced with this:
A world were men dictate and stress;
Where Nature constant screams "REDRESS!"
What worlds were saved as Queens engaged;
In lands so ravaged after plague;
War and disease unleash evil;
Which Queens both nurse and fight with skill.
As man's injustice cracks man's law;
Our Queens stand firm and shout "NO MORE!
I bore you life, through me you are,
My stake in life is to give care"
A Queen protects that nuclear;
For fickle males do disappear;
A Queen remains to bring repair;
Engender values we hold dear.
My Queen: my mother, sister, aunt;
You are a light where darkness haunts;
Take up your leading role and know;
That as a man I bow down low.
Glistening like a violet velvet gown,
the richest shade of purple ever spun.
your regality requires a crown,
beaming gold like a smile splash of sun.
In the midst of a lush jungle backdrop,
as rejuvenating as fresh spring rain
elegance rests upon an emerald crop,
with enchantments throbbing like a warm vein.
Spotlight of vivacious significance,
your soft form is fashioned like pouty lips.
I savor your subtle romance fragrance
as my enamored mouth slowly unzips
to taste a bouquet of love's tenderness
with a delicate brush of tongue caress.
12-8-2020
Mostly written last summer, inspired by a salad picked fresh from our garden.
Dice in Outer Space
A dice occupied a part of space o'er three weeks ago,
I saw it reside without rockiness, roll or drift to weigh,
Only debris floating in the hollowed terrific atmosphere,
Could steal that cubic regality of it’s dignity in cruel slay.
But it did not! Or when present, it did not in blissful glee,
For in that sharp moment a splendid skiff fell from above -
I saw the dice in all its semiotics of multifaceted identity,
Embellish yet echo the presumed emptiness of the glove.
Beside me greeted stars, moon, whetted Mars, quasars,
But the giant in sweet surprise moved and claimed a grin;
Its semantics hit in semiotic spread binomially distributed,
All in me found a meaning amid that societal shriek din.
Random but creating the rational: humans, animals, plants,
One roll of the silent, saline dice rained waterfalls in power;
A slight of hand tilted destiny’s child peeking and glimpsing,
For the swift air to cuddle its sheerly innocent bent tower.
Somatic development bloomed a phenotype in rich display,
Social evolution scooped that prize secured before a trace,
Vocalising tribal calls cut the beholder’s hope to denounce,
Their drive for the female dressed in ovum for sperm case.
But this family - me, you, cherish still moments of freedom,
When ecstasy rolls the waterfalls of two bodies harmonising,
Into one synchronous whole pounding with the life-pulse bold,
Transforming individuality to join with the mesh globalising.
The die, cradling the social with quickening consistent tie,
Files economic highs for tomorrow’s feed, pleading to know,
The happiness of the CEO reigning down joyous bonuses,
Enabling restaurants to serve sumptuous cuisine aglow.
And to medicine wherein the random nests, hiding its kin,
Academia and pharmaceuticals search spare but by step:
Postured algorithms fibre the genetic code, the cell division,
Discovering blazing makeup to aperture the random footstep.
Money by Adejola Joseph
Money
Power
Laughter
Merriment
When money comes power comes
When money comes laughter comes
When money comes there is merriment
Money is everything
Money
When there is no money there is sorrow, sadness and tears
House of money house of merriment
When money comes friends come
When there is no money friends flee
When you have money you are the toast of the town
When there is no money you are a loner
Money comes with its splendour and regality
Poverty with its wretchedness and leprosy
Money is power
Poverty is failure
Money
Work hard to make money
Strive hard to be rich and wealthy
It is the rich and the wealthy that is honoured
There is no grace in poverty and wretchedness
Money.