Between the horror,
Heaven fell to earth
in the form of gardenias,
their motto (Apocalypse Now!)
golden joinery for Montagnards
in search of god-kings, amor fati
for soldiers whose soul has been
lost to the wounded jungle, truth
in a war of lies
Between borrowed bones
and stigmata scars, jaded
blood fell to the snow
in the form of hearts,
their master (The Intended)
embroidering dazzling peonies,
longing for deployed valentines
Princes whose oblations have been
found wanting by their one,
true love
Two young princes, both bold and loud,
Each quite certain he made Mum proud.
One wore armor, shining and bright—
The other wore socks that never matched right.
One shouted, “Charge!” and raced with a roar,
The other said, “Please, there’s mud on the floor.”
One liked dragons, fire, and swords,
The other preferred snacks and crossword boards.
They fought (of course) like princes do:
About who was taller, or who smelled like stew.
They argued on horses, they argued on feet,
They once had a duel with spoons in the street.
One wanted wars and epic parades,
The other liked naps and quiet shades.
But every time the kingdom was stressed,
Both young brothers did their best.
For though they bickered night and noon,
They howled at the same jokes under the moon.
And deep in the palace, it’s widely known—
They shared one brain... just loaned on loan.
So here’s to princes, brave and absurd—
Who ruled with laughter, not just the sword!
There is in every man a King,
In every boy a Prince,
And though old stories true still ring,
We have forgotten since
That as it is a woman’s due
The Queen she is to state,
It is the right of all men too
To claim as Kings our fate.
We all are born the very same,
So helpless, small, and strange,
Though through whatever fate, we claim
Inevitable change.
Though truth does not always bring joy,
One truth I know still can:
There is a Prince in every boy,
A King in every man.
All men, though equally are made,
Do not equally stay;
Some men their royal status trade
For things that last a day.
Only Kings are those real men
Who love with all their heart,
Who try and try and try again
The whole, and not the part.
I, myself was once a King,
But then from grace I fell,
And though once more in everything
I rose, and now excel,
I was in youth taught differently,
And growing, I have since
Learned there’s a King in every man,
In every boy a Prince.
petals of prisms
prancing among persimmons
princess faerie plays
We were out where we shouldn't be.
Walking hedges, robbing nests and swinging sticks to whack the ears of wheat, fancying that we might bag a rabbit with darts and slings and catapults.
No harm, save the treading down of stalks through farmer's barley corn.
We were Princes of that land. Fearless, with packs upon our backs and makeshift weapons in our hand.
But the wind then rose in a sudden darkening squall
and we sheltered in a copse while gusts battered low the barley and the wheat and the woods in early evening pall began to scream.
Treetops thrashed and whined a ghoulish howl
and heavy drops lashed knocked-leaf-fall all around.
We took fright at nature's passing wrath.
Much like the fear that rose from heart to mouth
when skipping through Kings Hedges Wood,
black rook stared and stood its path too close
for one so young alone.
Such fear arose in us that all the Princes ran.
They ran for mother-comfort, mother-comfort in the home, mother's gingham kitchen apron by her new lit warming fire, mother's towel rub and hair tidy with her brush and tortoise comb.
Beneath the gray skies, lied a magical fortress
Under the galaxy, fluttering species roamed around here and there
Tedious work was given to the wicked witch’s elves
They all shouted “All Hail the Wicked Queen!”
Evergreen were there internal glare
Running on mound less lands were unicorns of light
Fighting off ogres and dragons were a prince’s and knight’s job
Looping through bubbles were delicate babies that cooed their first words
International games were held every month
Evening gowns were of hues of rainbow
Stunning they were yet were awfully full of might
The king and Queen
Of the elves have two blonde haired blue eyed
Princes who will one day reign
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
These two young adults named Ivan and Eugene
Have learned about what it takes to rule their
Realm of green.
The Monarchy is so excited there will be two
Kings to take care of their domain.
The King and Queen
Have sent for the prince's younger sister princess
Josephine
Who will now remain with her husband Germane
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
Ivan will be marrying princess Geraldine.
Eugene will be marrying princess Lorraine.
The King and Queen
Will be hosting the engagement ball where the
Princesses will be receiving their rings of
Aquamarine.
This will be a huge event where elves come from
All around to play games, give their blessing, a
Present and to toast the young couples with
Champagne.
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen
Is a spectacular scene.
Captain
Report to the King and Queen
In the beautiful forest of Aberdeen.
"What the bastards were all these princes"-
In the frustration thought the Sleeping Beauty,
They supposed to kiss me, in their fairy duty,
But they performing sex, without any kisses!
To that waving angry sea sand,
In that twilight hours for cattle,
The 'Princes of Time' built Castles.
Some said ,"mine's better". "Mine" ,one said.
Under the sky of dawn winter ,
They raised flags to limit the sky.
Turned up, turned side, stayed quick - I saw.
I hate their *roses, red though.
I hate their shrilling song of "My".
They built, they played, they fought, they marred,
Unto the twilight - nearing dark.
These Princes though very little,
Unto the twilight - nearing dark,
At the shore, they built SAND Castles.
*Roses = lips
Are you a Poet or tactician,
or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”
Are your words stained with patina,
some would scrub and some would blame
Is your Kingly ode too rough for some,
finding safety in their books
Is your verse uncut with edges sharp,
—all Princes in their rooks
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)
Here in parochial Melbourne town,
Football causes many a frown,
Folk say, "Who do ya barrack for?"
I think, "What do ya wanna know for?"
Then I say, "Right back at ya!
I barrack for Jesus and Mahatma!"
Yes, let's barrack for our princes of Peace,
In our hearts, their dear souls to keep,
It might make our world a better place,
If we all had a serene smiling face,
To barrack for Jesus and Mahatma,
"There you go, right back at ya!"
There once was a prince who was green
the greenest prince frog far cousins had seen,
yet to others his green behaved too much prince
but which creatures saw which
did not matter since
this frog prince thought One
without Other
obscene.
PRINCE'S LANGUAGE,ENGLISH!
-Dharga Nagar Safa
English-
The Queen's language we say,
But,
"The Queen is a woMAN,
sHE is in the list of feMALE",
Here, the Queen's rule, not in English,
But, the Prince's role in English,
Still,
English,
The Queen's language,we say!
Do not put your trust in princes
For they are mortal men.
When their spirit departs
They return to the dust again.
Their plans come to nothing
For their hope’s not in the Lord
The Maker of heaven and earth;
No eternal life they’ve scorned.
The Lord builds up Jerusalem
He gathers the exiles from abroad.
Heals the broken hearted;
A new life of peace to be scored.
His understanding has no limits;
He sustains the humble not proud.
Casts the wicked to the ground
For to Satan they’ve bowed.
He’s revealed His word to Jacob;
Provided laws and decrees.
Trust not in mortal princes;
He’ll bring them to their knees.
Trust rather in God’s promises
Given freely to all men.
For He will uphold the saints;
Set all prisoners free again.
The Bible is your roadmap
Provides your basic instruction.
Before leaving earth
This is the saints’ induction.
Its living words will change you
When by faith you act;
According to its principles;
Trust no earthly princes’ pact.
Copyright © 2009-2012 Maureen LeFanue
www.maureenlefanue.com
there was king
his work remain
there was too brothers
like no otther
who made a stand
for all fellow man
some before them all
who had to fall
in heaven there names will
be call
they stood on there feet
with no defeat
the wer the
PRINCES OF PEACE
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