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Categories:
regicide, nature, perspective,
Form: Haiku
You have named me
The king of beasts
Where crown and sceptre
Hold no tyrants court.
Only balanced nature
Where evolution thrives
Knows I have my place.
I break the chain
Which signifies no title,
Only by weaker link
So life may forge a
New bond to become.
Who shall be called beast
When you are regicide
And life is no more.
Categories:
regicide, nature,
Form: Free verse
LAW IS A COMIC RELIEF
Law is a comic relief
Subtlety amidst ardent belief.
Draconian legislation
That still wriggles out an exception.
Pitiless killer
Yet cleverest healer.
Law is a comic relief
Deus ex machina to its own mischief.
Creator of extreme offences
That yet allows supreme defences.
Coercive jailer for life
That still gives freedom for a good strife.
If...
Insanity may be antidote for committing homicide
And intoxication could be a nostrum for patricide
And provocation may be a corrective for matricide
And necessity is a curative for avunculicide
And self-defence is a rectifier for uxoricide
And automatism is a shield for regicide
And necessity is a panacea for sororicide
And fair comment is a cure for famacide
Then Law is just nothing but a comic relief.
--Bolaji Ramos, Esq.
Copyright 2017
Categories:
regicide, conflict, corruption, dedication, deep,
Form: Light Verse
A brutal homicide, a death of a king, a regicide, Jupiter witness closely with
one of her open eyes, the Sun had a heat stroke then died, the Moon cried
while the stars and all the rings of Saturn lit up the sky, Pluto put a hole in the
Earth, the size of the Sun, when it was alive, the devil was castrated while his
wife was circumcised, the Hell fire was completely extinguished-n-neutralized,
souls giggling for their breast-n-Adam’s apples survived, the Earth’s now
healed, so his temperature rised, the clouds sing, the sun’s revived, the
brightness of the Sun, open up every planets eyes, in the sky they all witness
a homicide, a death of a king, a descry of my demise, seen by the world’s
eyes, the Earth stop breathing, until he realized my soul was still alive, in my
death I’m still alive, my flesh died, but my soul survived, I died, but I’m still
alive, a death of a king seen by the world’s eyes.
Even the planets
Underneath the Earth
Seen me die, I survived
Now my soul resides on the
Other side of the sky
Where I’m still a king
Categories:
regicide, death, future, life,
Form: Free verse
I can't continuously catch this connection
coroscating so cordially as a cure...
Captivating my cranium contemporaneously
contaminating collation of common sense.
I can't think...
And our growing link
makes my heart sink
with your every wink!
Blink... Blink...
Are you reality?
I reach right past self-denial's ruse of
what's real with no rest reeking of regicide
fearing a relapse regarding regression.
Recklessly running rampart racing
to our heart's reunion.
Your soul saying "Speak sonnets of Sensuality".
So sexy yet sensibly sweet...
Seeking to be shown your sentiments.
You're the destination of heaven above.
And I... am in love!
By: Soul's Floetry
Categories:
regicide, beauty, courage, dedication, heaven,
Form: Sonnet
What the artist seeks to incite is a shadow of insight
Drawn out of the circumstance of desperation and regicide,
He becomes a spokesman for an intelligent design iterating itself into the human mind
He articulates the livelihood of the presence which confounds his nights,
Tearing seepage in his imaginative unconscious
Yielding unto the downpour of new words as unfamiliar feelings emerge
Xenophobic he cannot linger, for in the twilight of his contortion
The strange uniforms with hypnosis,
To the knowledge that approaching is the ferryboat that is meant to take him
The manifold of novelty unbounded in telling
Would he surpass the mirage of his peers’ regrets for his sanity,
The man will bring forth a new reality
What is worn
Is spoken as a token of return
To what is felt beyond
Worn to transcend the alarm
Categories:
regicide, beauty, inspirational,
Form: Free verse
On a recent visit to Warwick Castle,
We saw the death mask of Oliver Cromwell:
The man famous for asking an artist to paint
His portrait and show him warts and all.
I studied the stern features of the wax mask,
And noted the prominent warts.
He banned festivities, games and entertainments;
Had the joyless people preferred their lives
The way they once were with their king?
Or did they continue to rejoice the regicide?
As I studied Cromwell's likeness I wondered
Had the man who cast the mask thanked heaven
For ridding them of another dictator?
Jack Horne for Nette's Mask Time contest
Categories:
regicide, history
Form: Free verse
We harvested so many grapes each day,
Our hands and lips were purpled, stained
The shade of royalty: kings gone away
To die with queens, till rust remained
Of each tarnished throne and crumpled gown.
Inside her bed at night she floated far from me,
And like a knight that tugs a queen’s great gown,
I knew my enemy was brute Eternity,
That crushes kingdoms made of stone or dreams.
She often mentioned autumn—back at school,
Her words like shears, slicing well-stitched seams
Upon the royal tapestry, a cruel
And fitting ending to the fading myth,
Once woven lovingly, now scissored with!
Categories:
regicide, lost love
Form: Sonnet