in her humble home
a mirror reminds her life
does not tarry long
once she was beautifully
young now old and aged wiser
regret does not stay
as she wanders a new path
she will not find peace
amongst winter wildflowers~
at last crossing the threshold
the ruby palace
is cloaked by starry cosmos
found by those who dream
Guardians of the Shrouded Palace pt1
Royal secrets loom throughout the palace when whispers echo the shadows of the past.
Where once illusions were constructed on the altar, veiled truth, their rituals and elegies in lament stain the Kapala (skull cup) and Kangling (thighbone trumpet).
Those who once invoked the silent deity summon the solar Goddess to return.
Demanding that supernatural entities serve as forbidden guardians.
The stanza was written in trailed off silver, circle over circle was wound to form silvery words, embossed around them though the palace sheltered paintings of razor-thin wings bespeckled with blood imprisoned sonnets that zip and fly with the hub, palatial and so endearing, the disembodied whispers are like paint peeling.
My palace
A place for just me
A nice soft bed
With fluffy pillows
No lights or windows
Just a single candle
Burning faintly on my nightstand
Barely enough light to reach the walls
Still, I lay alone in my bed
Looking at the flickering flame
Watching the candle become nothing
I mourn for the loss
But, I also mourn for me
My heart feels a deep emptiness
Knowing that I am losing my one friend
And knowing that it can never return
© Poem – I/VI/MMXXVI
LRET
On wet walls where warm whispers dwell,
in palace rooms where day dreams swell,
A moonlight gleams on secrets old,
In gilded stairs, the past unfolds.
Who dwelt in the palace erewhile?
Why dwellers left, where they exiled?
The mansion waits, in tranquil grace,
Mystery lies in this lone place.
In the winding mansion
long bereft of dancers
and high born lovers
a wild moan echoes
through chambers of gilt
where Lady Elise dwelt
marooned in blood sorrow
for her precious lord
mangled upon marbled floors
when guards turned foe
and warred with saints.
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icicle spear tips
pierce the indigo twilight~
glass palace exhales
Was John Lennon
crossing the line,
mucking about,
burning his bridges,
or bucking the palace,
a fine sign of the times
then, in 1969,
not often seen,
when returning his MBE
to The Queen?
In Twenty Fourty Six a group of men
hacked into a bible printing companies
computer
gaining access to the revisions
in the new book.
They removed copied and placed new sections of
the script.
People thought it was a joke at first
until they found it had been planned as a script for interputations
meaning the reader would find translations
and define the text reveealing
where and when to
donate and tgift properties to peoples.
It was said to have been an international event.
It was clever and geniues
in that only certain books where changed
and enough where printed
to where the Governor of Guam made a statement after
a wealthy woman donated her billions to a student on
the island.
Piercing eyes, my friend
Lifting the moonlight sky
Shines on pearl palace.
A shiny morning bathed in golden-gluey rays.
Somedays are different from everyday.
The royal couture's army, Of sun's dear palace.
Served down the feast of honour.
As I opened the mouth to greet.
The berries of my mommy's continental & savoury kitchen.
Satisfying the appetite of my elated much hungry soul.
Alongwith serenity, To my disturbed mood.
I took the boat, Destined for the shore of endless breathing.
& found myself lost, Into the lake of solitude.
The melody of contentment.
Drenched into my ear, when the swans passed by.
A merry moment to cherish & laugh.
Even the hours of daylight, Felt like a blink of seconds to my ardent eyes & carefree heart.
Roaming like a reckless, dancing paper doll.
A royal chic, Fully fledged with tantrums, that night. Cause,
I was wild.
I was free.
I was home
- Mauli Verma
The palace door swings wide open with delight
In the yearly cyclic calendar, behold the sight,
A new move of the Spirit, awakening this hour,
Where whispers of hope blossom with every prayer.
From depths unseen, a springing well begins,
The waters are being stirred by angelic hosts,
Heaven dances in the streets, the story unfold,
Healing pouring forth, as a pipeline to the world.
Boundaries extend, as staircases into the sky,
Health and wealth in your land, never to deny,
Miracles cascade, like stars in the night,
A symphony of wonders, to dazzle your sight.
The future whispers secrets, the Spirit reveals,
Listen carefully, as it gently appeals,
A kingly anointing bestowed upon your frame,
From ordinary to embrace extraordinary name.
In your mother’s womb, you were fearfully formed,
A born hero, you were lovingly transformed,
A rain maker, gracious to make hearts dance,
A bearer of good fortune, of divine circumstance.
Mighty in spirit, a troop you hold within,
For you are chosen, beloved, forgiven,
Unlock the treasures of this new season,
Embrace the calling, fulfill your reason.
In my sweet delta,
My pleasure palace,
With doors opening,
Into my garden,
Where bright blooms blossom,
I sit weaving dreams.
There is only one official palace on USA soil
Iolani Palace in Honolulu, Hawaii, where slaves didst toil
Former home of King Kalakauna a well-thought of king
and his sister Queen Lil’uokalani who knew how to sing
three American architects rebuilt it – Baker Wall and Moore.
Known as American Florentine style, unique to her core.
no other palace in the world like this has ever been seen.
Many stories about this palace mention the former Queen
If you have ever heard the official tune of Hawaii, the one we hum
Please note that Queen Lil’uokalani wrote it, she was lots of fun.
the tune we recognize which the natives play their ukuleles and dance.
If you visit the palace, you might see queen’s ghost wandering in a trance.
There is a place where we end up
The holy scriptures tell us such
Somewhere beyond the stars it seems
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
When heaven’s pearly gates arise
It’s come the time to fly o’er skies
To bide in splendour so serene
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
Most of us will have had a peek
Inside paradise in our sleep
It’s man’s desiring in extreme
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
Dance life with Christ, dance in His light
Act kindly always, never smite
One day you will become esteemed
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
Though Heaven’s many miles away
God hears every prayer we pray
Grace embraces those who redeem
In our dear Lord’s palace of dreams.
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