My last farthing I did bequeath thee
The Queendom was fresh, ‘twas 1953
You put the coin to use, planting a tree
The frail sapling grew roots deep, leaves green
Fruit decorated the branches, an elysian dream
Then pests invaded, with goggles and sprays
Two-legged devastation machines
Upending the dream
~ Arsenic-laced green
If the UK is as PC
as some would have us perceive
(tho' Britons never never never shall be slaves
Boadicea's turning in her grave)
it's incorrect on two counts
would you believe
and the US we should see
as between '52 and '22
it was a Queendom
not a Kingdom
and either way
that's sexist so
to speak more accurately
accordingly it should be
the United Sovereignty
preening queens prickled~
queendom prerogatives quashed
prized predilections~
Throng beautiful bees
Speak poetry in flowers
As queen looks the field.
Hesketh approached this adventure with full throttle enthusiasm.
She had never captured a star, but was confident she would be victorious.
Being the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter of a star counter
A clear vision of her deed had risen from the inside of her cauldron.
Her visions were usually smoky, this one was as clear as a TV screen.
Without a vulnerable star, her powers were half-mast at best.
She was clairaudient, a captured star would give her clairvoyance.
Whispers of what life could be with this power assured her queendom.
At the present time her sister was to be ruler of Amsterdam City.
Hesketh was fully ready to combat black holes and dodge meteorites.
She had her claw devices ready to grip the star and pull it back to earth.
She would have to be fast, for sorcery had given her a warning.
Others were after this star. It was up for grabs so to speak.
Six or seven psychics had seen that it was wobbly and vulnerable.
crew was sworn to secrecy, as they exited this galaxy to enter the next.
Hesketh’s heart thumped wildly as she headed toward her destination.
My eyes tell a story
Do you wanna know?
The tempest and the temptations
Are alive but wasn't enough to trounce me
I'm wild and loyal
Resilient and practical
Church-mindedly ruthless and effervescent
A cheerful giver of love not lust
Smirtle! I make you laugh not cause I care
But to show my brawniness
My prowess as a queendom
Goes without the saying - I rule
Not bard of Homer or Avon
But I write
Your destiny not mine
I'm the juggernaut
In our youth and right NOW
my twin sister and I would
slip into our very own
Emerald Doorway to a
Magical Queendom!
We often invited cousins and friends to bathe in
the strong sun rays of our enchanted realm.
The promise of FUN shown in our eyes
as we approached a certain Magical Spot
on our path thru the woods.
Looking over the edge of the ravine
there hung a Magic Grapevine waiting for our grasps,
trusting little hands to clasp the vine for a swing
out over 30, 40, 50 feet vistas, laughing
as the wild grape leaves waved to us
and the stream below raced along it's merry way!
The vine was placed just right, had the right length
tho, we never saw another soul there to chop its
bottom end or to check it's strength.
The vine reached out in a way just for our
clinging, like a benign Magic being,
loving to amuse us , to hear our laughter ring!
Our faith, it's nourishment as we flowed
above the scene!
I'm much older now and I recognize Magic
when I see it, I can still feel the wonder...
of the SWING! LGB 4/4/2020
Mindy the cat
the queen of cheese mountain
Mindy the cat loved to purr and purr.
when her owner would stroke her Fur.
Mindy loved to be stroked on her head.
She would smile as she slept curled up on her bed.
Mindy would soon fall asleep.
Dreaming of adventures and things to eat.
when Mindy dreamt it took her to an amazing place.
where she was the queen of cheese moon in outer space.
Mindy wore a golden crown and a gown made of silk.
her space men-servants served her milk.
she ruled all of space and all the stars
from planet earth to as far as mars.
Mindy loved to be the queen of cheese moon
She could eat her queendom with a spoon
MAGIC GRAPEVINE PROSE
In our youth and right NOW
my twin sister and I would
slip into our very own
Emerald Doorway to a
Magical Queendom!
We often invited cousins and friends to bathe in
the strong sun rays of our enchanted realm.
The promise of FUN shown in our eyes
as we approached a certain Magical Spot
on our path thru the woods.
Looking over the edge of the ravine
there hung a Magic Grapevine waiting for our grasps,
trusting little hands to clasp the vine for a swing
out over 30, 40, 50 feet vistas, laughing
as the wild grape leaves waved to us
and the stream below raced along it's merry way!
The vine was placed just right, had the right length
tho, we never saw another soul there to chop its
bottom end or check it's strength.
The vine reached out in a way just for our
clinging, like a benign Magic being,
loving to amuse us , to hear our laughter ring!
Our faith, it's nourishment as we flowed
above the scene!
I'm much older now and I recognize Magic
when I see it, I can still feel the wonder...
of the SWING! LGB 4/4/2020
The Queen Bee
Hello Humble; it’s been a while since you and I first met
And I do appreciate all the time I have spent,
In the company of such a warm heart.
I remember you from the very start.
You were the last to come out and play.
Are you still the same shy bee that you were that day?
No matter; you can only bee who you are
And you are a star! Humble;
Always remember that, wherever you are.
No matter how you are feeling,
You will always bee loved,
Because Humble, your heart is truly good
And I would happily give you my Queendom to rule as your own Humble,
If I only could.
You must find yourself somebody to love.
Do not waste your time on a love that will not last;
Find somebody who is truly good
And she will love you for who you are Humble…never forget that.
I want to see you in here one day Humble,
With the love of your life.
I want you to bee married someday.
I would like to meet your wife;
She would have to bee someone very special to win your heart.
You stole my heart from the very start.
Love true Humble
And Love will truly love you…
I love you.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
The competition is on at work.
Elementary school teachers
Most in their own queendom
Two in kingdoms
We are discussing job interviews
One question was really silly, Mrs. Bee told us.
“What was the last book you read?”
Made her really mad,
as she had not read
a book since college’s
required reading.
She is in her forties.
Brilliant question if you ask me
As our goal is to create
lifelong learners.
A natural selection of beauties
The feminization of a superior species
The modernization of an ancient goddess
For she's feline and therefore devine, nothing less
A lioness out on the prowl
Hear her roar, fear her growl
Her whiskers are the flutter of a moth
Feeding on the sweet nectar of death
Her death stare is a constant horizon
The perfect sunrise and a beautiful sunset
An imperious lock upon a battered landscape of fear
The silent night to those who dare enter her lair
Her roar is the flight formation of circling vultures
Pure madness escaping the caves of a barbaric culture
Broadcasting the chaotic reign of a savage kingdom
In which she lives on the chase for the flourish of her queendom
queendom come
check my grammar
of
love
hand held
heart felt
moments
in
winter melt
seasons are never denied
only tears
of
joy
cried
lay with me
silkly minding sheets
reflections
of
mountainous peaks
dream with me
this dream
for
more
than one
stay with me
i
felt
your
queendom come
?
The flashy, thunderous announcement
of your unexpected visit on the hot summer day
scares the crap out of the pigeons in the square -
cannoning them into the air -
but soon
they are diving and gliding as they discover
that you are cool as you high-heel dance
the tarry breath out of tired and dusty roads.
But in the grasses of the park the sudden deluge
causes workers to abandon their burdens, and confusedly
hasten to save nappied babies and the queendom from flooding.
The sun worshippers temporarily abandon their religion
as they unbow their heads for a sparkling new baptism
but as their fiery god reappears, you take flight,
confetting the air with your one-word calling card:
petrichor
It's a Jan A Thon
Dancing in our Soup
Dripping out of spoons
Burning up the group
Raking in the Wins
Shaking in our Skins
Must be the Queendom
Of United Kingdom!
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