Honey
sweet honey
food of love, nectar
sugar well amix amino antioxidants.
fruit of relationship
Sweet
+
Queen
enchantress vision belle royal
epitome heroine leading light
female monarch regnant
underclass down N out
Dreg
12/13/2023
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
from anthology " a Place 4 Her Heart "
I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.”
~ Pablo Neruda
He quoted an intimate line from a Pablo Neruda poem,
in a voice that put a deep pink blush on my cheeks
and as my bud opened into a flower, fully bloomed,
he nearly drowned me in passion I'd never known.
One of such depth that it left me desiring another regnant
wave of his love to be savored as it billowed over me.
To be loved with anything less than the madness of the sea
is not complete adoration; merely a limerence of infatuation.
Quote from Neruda's 'Every Day You Play.'
We are never allowed a voice
When gasping for our final breath
And Hobson didn't offer a choice
We are never allowed a voice
There is no reason to rejoice
For in the regnant grasp of death
We are never allowed a voice
When gasping for our final breath
October 21, 2020
Pick-A-Title, Vol 24 - Triolet
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
Love like in Mine
Glittering
Glistering
In Mine
The heart
Love's dear
Heaven feels near
Pain subdued
Love regnant
Soul's emperor
Body's lord.
Drencho POET Loads
Two joined elements swirl around
Into its lungs with wisp of sound
Turning its blood from blue to red
Preserving life as cells are sped
And though not regnant is the right
Concentration to give it flight
From inertness so its mind
Can pursue and happiness find
If not enough then judgments slow
And other gasses overflow
Causing bones and muscles to shout
Till its progress quickly flames out
But if too much its lungs grow weak
Slowing its independence streak
Making the tissues distended
Weight that was never intended
Breathe just enough of life’s tonic
To perfuse a fit republic
Ever poor so it can’t ruin us
Ever meek so it won’t rule us
R- Regnant-reigning
E- Elevated-Equated
G- Grandiose-Galore
A- Aristocratic-authoritative
L- Loyal
4/5/18
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
2018
Smelling so fresh, sounding her melody,
Parading herself, floral gallery,
Releasing the strength stored in seeds,
I’m always amazed; Spring’s toil seems carefree.
Nature does her work, so effortlessly;
God's regnant hand knows what Spring needs.
It’s still cold to me, I’m wearing a coat
Spring’s birds and buds have just reason to gloat.
Chilled to the bone, I don’t understand how
Orchards are blossoming brilliantly now.
Might Spring have a secret she heeds -
Instinctive skills only God can endow?
Never assuming or taking a bow,
Granted, Spring doesn’t mind a few weeds.
Stuck between winter’s cold and summer’s heat
Optimally, Spring’s labors will entreat
Our own personal efforts of rebirth,
New thoughts to transform our own wintry dearth.
written March 26, 2017
Laura Loo's acrostic, Spring Is Coming Soon contest
Captured in twinkling apricot diamonds dappling cosmoses
& ocean's tumultuous roar of foaming cerulean furor,
prolific winds that howl & soar atop empurpled elevations
mid streams that pierce meadows of extravagant greenness,
thunder that splits the skies, nourishing the promise of an
exalted burnt umber earth spinning in tempestuous regnant
surrendering wildflowers wherefrom mysteries shade the trees,
magenta and sapphire sunsets 'tween horizon's resplendence
arousing aspirations midst procreation's quintessential splendor
whilst countless dispersed particles enhance encompassed secrets,
awakening the senses in nature's awe-inspiring scenic refinery
When I hold you tightly
In pursuit of life’s dance
I spy just by perchance
Your ice blue eyes slightly
Against the clement moon
Whose beam of love by chance
Sets this stage of nuance
Yet passes by so soon,
I thank God this moment
For my eyes cannot see
Yet my mind’s eye roams free
Now in your arms regnant!
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Pumpkin, merry queen of squash,
regnant on accord.
With a smooth and ribb-ed rind
clad in pepo-orange,
two strikes to sever
from the vine.
Gourd!
*Mary, Queen of Scots was beheaded by order of her cousin Queen Elizabeth of England in
1587. Detailed accounts record it took two strikes of the axe to sever her head completely.
**A pumpkin is truly the sovereign of gourd squashes. . Ironically, the word 'gourd' is also a slang
term for 'head' giving this poem a most appropriate ending whichever way you look at it!.
***The word ribb-ed in the third line is read as two syllables.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.