The Queen has answered her ancestral call
England is in sad reflex to her nightfall
My condolences to the Royal House
For Her Majesty can no more live within the House
But her legacies which make England proud
Will in many books be read aloud
Sadly we won't further say God save the Queen
Who in humility lived in between
With no thirst for unnecessary influence in UK political scene
And without lust to corrupt the English religious serene
Her Majesty was like a fine rain from a cloudless sky
With principles that our Nationalists held very high
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
Your concerted messages are just like smokescreen
To cover the fact that we're responsible for our own ruins
The Queen's England didn't leave us with man-know-man doctrines
After sixty years of independence
Haven't we degraded in our appearance?
Why can't we accept that we've failed our own selves
When we make the giants in us look like elves?
Please stop the propaganda against the Queen
She left us with all our cities all serene
My heart prays for the Queen of England
May her soul find rest across land
Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture my sense of her person and persona.
I.
I want you to have all that I can provide:
The beauty of my gaze upon you
The grace of my mouth that praises you
The splendor of my strength in your defense
The glory of the scent of musk that is my body
For do we not speak of divine love?
We do.
II.
Never let it be forgotten, my love,
That I will bring to you
All the madness you require
To unfurl yourself
Across this universe.
A thousand thoughtful thimbles
On as many thoughtless thumbs
Conspired to throw the throne
By the water's edge on Threadmesomes
A prick on a prince's finger
Produced prints on a Royal blouse
Thimble protection once provided
Protected not the Royal House
They struck throughout the kingdom
Thick leathers and thin garments alike
Proper thongs and pretty things
Disappeared in the Threadmesomes strike
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Topography Lesson
Geography, I was good at it in school but somehow I missed San Marino.
I vaguely remember a movie with some lady star of yore making
a film about the place, maybe I have got it wrong and it was Monaco,
which has a royal house with princesses and a prince or two?
San Marino is a republic one of the oldest around and that is why it is
unknown. What, no princesses, no romantic castles or a mad king?
Sorry no. Just dry republicans, banks and a vinery and wild boars which
is of no interest to popular ladies´ magazines like “Halloo”.
In Serravalle, near the Apennine Alps; there is a butcher who specialises
in cured ham which has some claim to fame, and in San Marino,
the capitol city, there is a good restaurant. Humiliation, going through
life not knowing about this tiny republic its history and coinage; my shame
is total. Should you go there do not drive too fast, because before you
know it you are back in Italy, spaghetti Bolognese and smelly toilettes .
Limerick: Once the Great Grandson of Queen Victoria
Once the great grandson* of Victoria
Heir to the throne of tsarist Russia
Saved by “Doc” Rasputin
Killed by Lenin-Stalin
Lo! Heir to Queen Vic’s haemophilia!
*Tsarevich Alexei of the Romanov royal house.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
Another Royal Wedding?
By Elton Camp
It seems that after eight years of dating
William and Kate are tired of waiting
The heir to the old English throne is he
Though a commoner, Queen she may be
He gave her a sapphire and diamond ring
The one Charles to Lady Diana did fling
It may bring up some memories not so nice
But something like that won’t happen twice
How it will turn out the English wait to see
On it may hinge fate of the Windsor dynasty
The royal family had about all it can handle
Of treachery, lies and divorce with scandal
This wedding gives them a chance to start anew
Some of the damage to the royal house to undo
The union must be one of true love and cares
And also one that produces the needed heirs
If it does, it will bring to the entire British nation
A cause for rejoicing with very much celebration
To tell the truth, it would be much better to me
If they’d elope so an extravaganza we don’t see
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