Monarchy Poems

Suitcase Solution

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

king charles

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?

Sassanid Sun reborn as the Divine Khan Part 1

Shapur I, Wise King of the Simurgh Kingdom, and friend of Mani 
The King of Kings of Iran and non-Iran, the sun of many 
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death, the road of any 
Recalling his life of war campaigns, stone monuments and plenty 
Recalling his support and talks with Mani, though

The Reign

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

The King's Coronation

May your reign be successful, your popularity soar,
May your country thrive, with peace and more.
Through history's lens, we see a king
Who's faced with troubles, heart and wing.
Revolution, war, and politics too,
The crown's weight heavy, a burden anew.
With every reign, there comes a test,
A challenge faced, a trial to best.
And though the past may be long

Garden Monarchy

Reigning on welcoming royal rocks,

Twas indeed her most pleasurable duty..

Guarded only by~God’s infinite beauty!



1/272023

Goodbye Queen Elizabeth

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

Accession Impressions

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

Monarchy

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

The New Mind

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 Queen

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

Monarchy

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

Do Not Blame the Monarchy

DO NOT BLAME THE MONARCHY

Do not blame the Monarchy
For wounds from biting teeth that you dug up on your own
For the death of your children who were eaten by the wolf you domesticated
For your midget qualities and strengths
Your incompetence and your impotence
If you remember the cave after intermittent rain has soaked you
Do not blame the

Do Not Blame the Monarchy

DO NOT BLAME THE MONARCHY

Do not blame the Monarchy
For wounds from biting teeth that you dug up on your own
For the death of your children who were eaten by the wolf you domesticated
For your midget qualities and strengths
Your incompetence and your impotence
If you remember the cave after intermittent rain has soaked you
Do not blame the

Token Monarchy

There is an hour 
which interferes with work - 
"our hour". 
We use it, or are used by it, 
to bound round supermarket chains 
or sandwich bars. 
See? We're bound by bars and chains. 

Workers pound the counter at 
the Queen's Head every lunchtime. 
Time for lunch, not time for hunger - 
hunger learns to

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