COCOONING IN AN AUDACIOUS POLITICAL
POWERING MONARCHY: 2025-2026
Circadian ticks,
Time-chart caterpillars of
Septic monarchy:
God’s butterflying wisdom
Canvassing divine guidance:-
It’s time for us to
Uproot inequality:
Sowing equity,
Let’s get to cultivating
Democracy’s divine abundance:-
Fertilization
Of renewed seeds of justice,
Must be daily done:
Ensuring germination’s
Deep-rooted, anchoring growth:-
With cocooning hope,
And metamorphosing faith,
Let us plow onward:
Butterflying equity,
And soaring democracy:-
Sown bigotry,
Must be made to rot away;
Plowed with damnation:
Extermination rendered—
Monarchical evil doomed:-
In God’s laboring,
Let us garden liberty;
Reaping fruiting peace:
Fencing true democracy
With shared equanimity:-
Whistle echoes in the tunnel
then smoke belches upwards
as the train halts at the platform
Disgorging its passengers
before porters offload baggage
Cases, trunks, sacks – all claimed
But no
There on the platform two suitcases
Side by side, travelling twins of no fixed abode
Ace of Spades on one, King of Hearts on the other
Unnoticed
Porters distracted as the cavalcade announces its arrival
Guard of honour, red carpet, bowed heads -
trappings of power and privilege
Gliding through the booking hall
onto the platform
Glancing left not right
Two suitcase stand forlorn
Something stirs within
in an instant, carnage
No train
No platform
No power
No privilege
The end of monarchy
The start of republic
Suitcase slaughter
Suitcase solution
this king rulès by the people..By paliamentry decree'
Now the country for millenia, has been a Christian
Majority.. Defender of faiths.? Does he await a great
Change? And is Britain willing to endure untold pain?
A coat was laid upon the shoulders
potential threats firmly at bay
arms that held the precious mould are
protecting those who chose to pray
a bridge to cross a sea of secrets
as towers leaned towards their fate
cross the heart and aim to keep it
and swallow what will fill the space
a canopy arched over wisdom
confidence came in its wake
another bound to seek a kingdom
let tragedy come and dictate
supported by the staunch and loyal
rallied a champion whose colours bled
a sacrifice made for the soil
the consequence cost him his head.
Reigning on welcoming royal rocks,
Twas indeed her most pleasurable duty..
Guarded only by~God’s infinite beauty!
1/272023
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.
God wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkeyGod wears the bling,
Its a constitution ting,
King Chazza going to fix it,
Give the corgis their biscuits,
Now he's got the crown
He can turn that frown upside down,
There's no way his Regal reign
Will get washed down the drain
The Patri, mono and hier archies
Rely too much on his malarkey
To dazzle the curious populace
That might wonder if now its the time and place
To shed the over familiar embrace
Of a pale, stale, overripe monarchy
The media's wet dream fantasy
Filling front pages with hyper hysteria,
'Did Andrew deflower a teenager under the wisteria...?'
What will it take for everyone to see,
He's no emperor and, without clothes on
He's as naked as you and me....
Millenia sits within the golden round: generations in diamonds and a lineage in ruby.
Opulence, hand in hand with duty, flickers in candlelit banquets and the murmurs of treaties signed.
Noblemen and ladies in waiting, servants, secretaries and Beefeaters, swirl and meld together all,
Adding colours and contrasts, shades and hues to a timeless tapestry: a timeline regal and royal.
Ruler by blood, chosen by God - a hereditary right, role and responsibility shrouded in silk.
Conquering lands and chartering futures, brethren challenged by broken communions.
Head of vast nations protecting small villages, hands stretch over oceans that pat locals on the back.
Your history entwined with each Henry and Edward, James and Elizabeth both: a filigree ancestry.
My views are unorthodox.
I have the new mind.
The earth isn't real.
The world isn't kind.
We can fix it, it's true.
We don't need a Prez.
We just need to do
whatever Brea says.
She's smarter than Einstein,
Nietzsche, Aristotle-
Her thoughts are all out there,
Just sip from the bottle.
We must be enlightened
With love and with wisdom,
With heart and with peace
As shown by the Kingdom.
She knows how to help us
From outside the box.
The world of tomorrow
Will soon be unlocked.
Take in her words,
Her soul is so lovely.
Just please take your time
And listen to Covey.
The future I see
Is brighter than ever.
Brea Covey for President,
Then Monarch forever.
She is the master
The commander
The monarch
She rules this room
She is the Queen
Her territory expanding
Out into the kitchen
Away to the closet
Conquering through
She shows no mercy
Jumping upon her foe
Striking quickly
Silencing opposition
Preparing for the fight
The beast shows itself
Glaring at her enemy
She bares her fangs
Draws her claws
Ready to strike
A sudden cry of dinner
She skirts past the beast
Her body slobbered on
She makes it to her bowl
The others are there
She ascends to her throne
Demanding her divine right
She lets out a battle cry
She bowls into them
A scream and a hiss
A clash of claw and tooth
A battle she will win
Attrition she won’t suffer
Beating her adversaries
She sits down to eat
After all, she is the Queen
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
Limerick : Once a scandal-ridden Monarchy
Once a scandal-ridden Monarchy
Took to breeding with Tom Dick & Harry
The last Prince with scant blue
Donned the saffron robe true
Thus Millésime House lost lineage Tree.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
O, Your Highness hold below that dominance ...
lets gets rid of sin niche
to appear all over its meaning clear
no hidden word blame
and we will bathe light
O, Your Highness stand beyond that dominion...
we are you wearing that crown
arranged by the time itself
we are always over your head
Above us the sky is always waiting
O, Your Highness lie down that presentiment...
we do not want to laugh in the party
roll your bed is too filled by dust
let a closed eye on every lie
We realize that death often comes uncertain
O, Your Highness keep that silence...
we shall dwell in quiet
That reigning monarch's hammered earth
decided from my time of birth
God's choosing relevant to girth
could not, the adversary mirth ~
This somber will of God o'er man
encompasses the tiniest strand
as His, my aptitude stays grand
though Soul's alliance ~ trail command!
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