Majestically Poems | Examples

The Funeral of Dogs - Dedicated to Roald Amundsen and His 52 Dogs

I hate to chortle at the sound of broken laughter,
Just like I refrain from weeping when dancing smoke fills my eyes . . .
But when dogs mourn alone,
I chafe my hands with the cold of tears of solitude.
Monuments and cairns I crave among the icy
Terrains, where dogs’ paws leave eternal marks —
The print-marks of an important visit,
Evidence of life on desiccated earth.
On board The Fram they sailed majestically
In the beginning,
Before joining a steam of blizzards they escaped from,
Returning home, northwards, gelid and depressing,
For a funeral of dogs,
The ceremony of age,
Attended largely by silent yaps of strayed thunder.

Summer's End

Summer’s End

The sun begins to set a little earlier now—
a gentle breeze brushes past my suntanned face and
I walk briskly on the sand which feels cool beneath my feet.
My pace quickens, like the prance of a Cat on the prowl.

Once home, the trees which line the street on which I live
stand majestically tall.  No longer still, they begin to
sway to the music of the gentle breeze which softly touches
and fondles the leaves with a caress that only the breeze can give.

The air envelopes me, telling me it’s cooler than before—
and I run to the place that I call home,
Glad to be sheltered from something I feel in the air—
from a sky whose sun, today, will shine no more.

I pause in the house whose windows openly beckon the freshness of the crisp breeze as it quietly enters, gently pushing aside the ruffled curtains, and as it filters through the rooms—
I suddenly realize, it’s Summer’s End!

Fly and fly free 08-04-23

Up above a lone bird soars high,
a speck of movement in an azure sky
tainted, with the faintest streaks of white.
It spreads its wing majestically,
sunlight reflecting off its feathers,
glancing off its back.
The wind is its sole friend
as it glides over land and sea,
mountains and trenches,
cities and forests.
It goes wherever it wishes,
surveying its dominion below.
The scenes it will see, only it will know.
It flies far beyond the horizon,
pivoting and diving like an arrow
enjoying the cool air rush past its body.
Effortlessly, it glides
through sun, rain and snow,
nonchalant about what follows.
As it journeys without end across the plains,
it knows it is minute in comparison
and that its journey has just begun.
And so as we leave it to disappear from view
on its endless adventure,
we are reminded that we are not so different from it,
and it's about time we spread our wings.

cheekbones

her sharpened cheekbone
cutting the blustering wind
majestically

Mother Swan

Soaring above the lake of my summer home.
Bringing back supper from arduous roam.

The oak trees lined the lake with beauty so serine.
With birds of life flying into the trees as they sing.

I gently land slowly on a pristine mirrored lake.
As my feet skid on the water, creating a wake.

Majestically, my wings flared open for my gentle rest
My young hatchlings swam to me as they leave their nest.

Gently, I nudge them back to our sacred abode.
Sharing worms with them as their beaks take hold.

Contentedly, I sighed as my love for them fills my heart.
Soon, sadness will come as they will be ready to part.

Until then, I will guide them into this life of beauty that never ends.
As I, a mother, will always watch them with love and lament.

The Mouse And The Cat Fable

A wise mouse lived alone in a narrow hole he had dug 
in the soft soil in the backyard flank of a large house,  
whose owner had a pet cat that seemed the master 
of the house, for she moved around majestically
in the sprawling premises with an agile feline grace.

Once as the mouse was sniffing the ground for food
the sprightly cat chased him, but failed to catch,
for the alert mouse ran like lightning into the hole.
From that day the cat sat all the while by the hole,
waiting for the mouse to come out in search of food.

The hungry mouse faced a problem of life and death,
choice of death from hunger or being a prey to the cat 
became a huge predicament, but he chose the latter,
for there was a chance that the cat wouldn’t be in sight,
and outside the hole he could find fast food to survive.

After his stomach was full his brain started to work,
flashing a novel idea across his confounded mind.
He crawled cautiously, dug a few more holes wide apart,
the confused cat didn’t know where the mouse was,
who was happy for inventing a bright piece of thought.    

Moral : A little thought can solve almost all problems.

RUINED WEDDING

True love, she's always seeking.
Broke up not too long 
Find another who truly loves her
Proposed to her that same year
She's ready, to let go of her past 
She was absolutely happy, It's her wedding day
The long waited day, unknowingly to her it's a bad day.

It's her ex
Coming for revenge
Holding unto offense
Ready to defend without pretense 
He still love and want her, not ready to let go.

As the preacher man says,
Do you have anything against this union
He stood up and walked majestically 
Down the aisle, straight to the altar
Such an hassle, he's a *******
With all eyes on him, he uttered everything 
She screamed; nooooo... then she fainted.

Broken Eagle Soars Again

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand.
Rolling them over and over and over.
Leaving reality behind, far behind.


once an eagle 
    with a clipped wing 
            attempting 
without surrender to once again 
command the infinite azure sky;
       continually nosediving 
whenever tossed in the air.
his convalescence 
        punishingly long;
               now complete. 
embarking on a mission 
to quiet doubting Thomases 
that sounded a death knell for him
and laughed him off as 
                      a paper plane 
incapable of flying 
far beyond the horizon...
                 look at him today! 
look at him soaring above 
majestically; 
     his journey 
from the depth of asperity 
to the dizzying heights of majesty...
            m  a  g  i  c  a  l: 
almost miraculous.
           he's withered 
the slings and arrows of life 
intact; he's in flight once again 
          a testament 
to his strength and resilience.

harbor snow

I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene draws me, as if hypnotically.

Five mile’s lighthouse warnings go unvoiced
its strobes not lashing out, so what’s its point
it stands majestically but disappoints
replaced electronically

A tiny lobster boat makes its landward way
towards the inlet from the wider channel bay
a powdery blizzard is underway
which melts into the mirror sea.

Ospreys still hunt round the lobsterman's pride
snowflakes stain them as they soar and glide
other seabirds huddle side by side
shivering and crowing lividly.

Through the narrows the lonely boat steams
past icy Luddington Rock and East Breakwater's breech
its berths and moorings, within minutes reach
and sadly, it’s time for me to leave.
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Songs for this:
Far Far Away (Charles Tone Mix) [feat. Brenda Boykin] by Tape Five
Hypnosis Theme (feat. Marina Quaisse) by Wax Tailor

Sea of Roses

Enamoured with myself, I walk my garden path 
Where the grass grows tall
Snapping off a long piece, a whistle
So shrill the dogs howl

Dandelions greet me
Their sunny dispositions radiate hello
How can I not make myself a dandelion crown?
Can I not take what I own?

Daisies dance - pleading pick me, pick me
He loves you, he loves you not
No worries, love
I will pluck your petals until my answer comes up

Scent pulls me farther along to
  a sea of roses at the edge
Their heads held high, defiant
  to the waves crashing below

Can I not pluck again?
They are mine, are they not?
I suck the pulsing red reminder
That we own nothing but just us

I try again, as they are mine!
A snip, a blossom cupped in hand
Cascading petals into nothingness
A mockery of my intent

Small acts land large on nondescript days
Majestically humble sea of roses
Here to teach and touch and love
My ego in my pocket, empty-handed I go

Avon by the Sea

I didn't pull my weight
The boss was really sore
He said "you're second rate
and I won't take it anymore."

He continued raving 
On how I was misbehaving 
Said my job was not worth saving 
And so I longed for Avon
Avon by the sea

I must go back to Avon
Avon by the sea
When my lifeboat needs a haven
When my problems need a maven
This is where I need to be

There's a ten-mile barrier island
It's not that far away:
Where ospreys touch down majestically
and beach forests gently sway.

But also on the Jersey shore
are the roots that once made me,
In the little town of Avon,
and when all the walls are caving
and hunger turns to craving
I retreat to Avon,
Avon by the sea

I took the train last September
Got off at Asbury Park
Strode the miles of boardwalk
Had to stop at coming dark.

I had regrets, I shed a tear
Then I saw a dolphin at setting light
At Ocean Grove I sat on a pier:
And on the shore it seemed alright.

I've paid my dues, I made my plea
They say I was guilty in the first degree
Let me lose the past in Avon,
I'll fly in like an escaping raven
Look! My friends are wildly wavin'
in Avon by the sea.

Worries Whimsical Woes Vogon Poetry

Written: January 10, 2025

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Wenches of Whimsy and Woe
In the world of the fiddled gruntingly,
where micturitions dance,
and arty yawning plurdled gabbleblotchits,
lurgid bees buzz with mordacious glee.

Eardges justle and grumble,
festering infectious organ squealers,
gnawing at the edges excruciatingly,
Intergalactic highways scream,
echoing in their lavish friars.

Gandersalps gleam in the grim groggy gloom
graceful gliding gallant swarupincrafts majestically soar
whoop, wail, wassail wondrous rowan wood
cormulent chitchat flickers like flames

Elevate the mundane,
let foolishness dissolve into the ether,
In the charm of nostalgia, we find the replevy abyss,
Paraprosdokian twists lift us higher.
Triskaidekaphobia slumbers wrapped in jest.

Schadenfreude influences us as 
katabatic whispers from the abyss fade away
callipygian figures emerge,
bringing moments of unexpected joy.
Vessels overflowing with dreams,
countehsee the orbs and clusters
while Guinevere gazes, sly and wise,
clipshank the past, whitebootz to come
Here as we meander in whimsical unfolding

REGIMENT-

regiment

Thoroughly I pain
Majestically my heartbeats
 in my mind it rains
Each step I make ground squeaks

Outlet prostate atop silk sheets
The water in my eye tears I shed
My mouth taste lavender sweets
Inoculated $5 needles I bleed bled
 Noah's Ark couples animals flood

I share what I eat
My life bitter sweet
Nero revelation
Ubundant conversation

Decisive Humanity
Stuck on idiosyncrasies
Brazen complexity
Question revelant... regiment

12/10/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2024

Survival in life’s precious pathway

Survival in life’s precious pathway

When I did peep my eager eyes majestically open, my parents were overwhelmed with awesome love and the attention was immense. I have the slimmest chance of survival, lamentable, their given charity, for I have been given a battling boot, a rough ride they admit, for god has given me a frenetic fight, as I fly my kite, my parents’ powerful tears, still here to tell the tale, will the earth take away my fight, throw a coin down the well, a lottery ticket, superficial perhaps, but that care must be mine, for that lucky day on the line I caught fish, it is my wish to one day be as free as the tide choosing my pious pathway.

Moon by Jim Barlow

Meaningless thoughts drift slowly across my mind
Surrounded by bright gray and ebony sky.
Magnificent desolation envelopes me.

No perceived horizon,
All is calm, devoid of 
Air, wind, and rain.

I breathe and take in
The stark beauty of a pristine 
Celestial world.
Undisturbed and powdered beneath my feet
The cratered landscape reminds me
That I am an intruder,
In a realm unfamiliar
But majestically beautiful.

Magnificently barren orb,
Glowing, mysterious
Forever our neighbor
Our stoic satellite,
The Moon.

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