You couldn't beat down the Irish
Neither the Scots too
What makes you think your royal
Do you believe your blood is blue
In truth you should look for answers
Brought up in a lie since conception
Nothing between those ears
Only corrupt deception
You are no more royal than the dirt on my shoe
Everything you ever touched is open for abuse
Let the bullets fly let the cannons fire
Let them come your way
It's the people's desire
What makes you think you are royal
Do you believe your blood is blue
It's ok you might be forgiven
You are genetically twisted
Past down through your line
Maybe you will see the truth in time
No more desire for any royal line
You sit upon the throne of a lucifarian dream
A puppet to a fallen master
It must be warm on the throne of Lucifer
Your time is up put down your mantle
It's time to bulldoze time to dismantle
Your system is corrupt a satanic inception
Your blood is not blue
It's full of deception.
Mother Mary of Design
By David J Walker
You are my Holy Grail
Pressing prefaced lips to
The concupiscent chalice
Passing eternal life from
Time to Time eternity
From mine and yours
The candle of our light
The cradle of our
Holy Seed
Adding to the royal line
Of the burning fraternity
God be with you
Mary the Mother
of all design
Masai Boyfriend
I’m in love with a Masai Boy
Tall sable-skinned giant.
In hand, a stick his joy
Smile; true lips of a saint!
Wealth: bull, cow and calf
Safe from creatures feline
Identity, not Masai by half
But, nomad of a royal line.
Sceptre; his wooden sticks
Royal Cloth, the red robes...
Savouring gore with licks
Logs stuck in his earlobes.
“Stands with imposing height
“Scanning the Masai Mara
“On a leg of striking might!”
So writes his lover Clara.
“High Jumper of renown,”
Again, she sent the tweets,
“Sound sleep have I known
“He jumps inside sheets!”
**With Love & Respect for the exemplary fortitude of Kenyan Cultures, whose “imposing height” (evocative of the Masai) is a pride of Human sanctity.
**The Poem is a reflection of, sometimes, a cross-culture and cross-racial marriages that, despite diversity in norms, may bestow a fantastic experience and everlasting bliss.
**With happy memories of my Friend, Gerald Kithinji, a Patriotic Poet of Kenya (his beautiful Homeland.)
JM
02nd Nov’ 2013
An announcement from the palace
a baby for Wills and Kate
it's a little baby boy
a future head of state
Everybody was in suspense
what's his name to be
as heir to the throne
a King one day you'll see
As Prince George of Cambridge
titled in the royal line
George Alexander Louis
suits just fine
poetgord@2013
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