Royalties Poems | Examples

Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds Are a Girls Best friend's

Marilyn Monroe - Diamonds are a girl’s Best friend

Diamonds, Rusted or shiny, are my best companions when times are tough

When my crystal tear drops from My Deer fawn eyes

Sparkling champagne with a bottle of red wine would do just right
On rainy nights of such gloom

Diamonds, rusted or shiny, are my best friends when my days are cold
Gold of such radiance of the Sun,  Breakfast at Tiffany’s Place 

I'm a lady with expensive taste, 
You have to please me with great royalties.

A Vine in Winter

Sleeping, my darling. Laid out, my sweetheart. Cold.
Memories of springtime, sappy. Doormat, dormant.
Tolerance in the hush of Winter. No hurry to bud.

A vine in Winter;
Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.

Nutrients, in a nutshell; the soil spoils me with its richness.
I shake and sip through a straw; divine all the royalties,
whilst sleeping, dreaming of a verdant summertime.

Winter is slow.
Just how I like it.

Carbohydrate-filled, I don’t need much energy to laze
about in the hills, watching flakes melt upon my vines.
My time; I am expecting to thrill, when warmed to the gills.

A vine in Winter.
Just how I like it.

I don’t mind this tender time, for in due season, I’ll grow.
For now, cryoprotectants let me safely tarry. Tomorrow
is a sunny disposition, Annie; the terminus of dreamland.

Unable to fear Jamaican terrorists from Tampa

Jahore Pakistani kind of terrorist driving a Tahoe shooting into my home attempting to impersonate me gain royalties from my American poetry sorry my ancestors served Wwll Vietnam Korean Afghanistan Iraq for these reasons I will never ever fear scum like you carrying a rubber badge you obtained from Gargano strip club on fletcher ave.in Tampa bay don’t forget who you are you are actually times 30 Gargano ran a garbage disposal strip club of females just like you only you become obsessed with my identity freak of nature back off sorry you got caught in bed with my abusive ex husband this gave you false hope that you could audition to become me after death Ha ha ha ha truly funny twisted and sick ha ha ha ha stop breaking in my home for underwear that won’t make you me dear ha ha ha ha you are very twisted ewwww thank you god for exposing this imposter jay Townsend Johnson Henry Tampainian clone. 

I am American

Swamp deaths in Florida

Emmitt Till buried next to my father 
also unearthed next to my father 
bur oaks cemetery Chicago Illinois 
I never dreamed my death would be sought 
For my American poetry severe corruption 
ABUSE of power set my death 
In the swamps to extort my American poetry 
by Jamaican imposter's and a corrupt officers 
niece my attacker my stalker severe repeat 
violent offender seated with an arson murderer 
Klansman craving my death finally murder me 
and toss remains In with the alligators 
Hillsborough river I must say I'm at peace 
with this death because I will never ever stop 
writing and allow a fatal attraction gain royalties 
from my American poetry therefore I want 
the world to know in thee event of my death 
please check all the alligators in the swamp behind 
my home for my remains and please allow open casket 
as with Emmitt Till so the world can see how 
I was murdered in America for my American poetry

Chickadee Invited To Grand Prix

excited daring chickadee living by the China Sea
got permission to drive in the Grand Prix
first chick to be invited in history
grandma got excited and slapped her knee.

wait a second said Uncle Lee. Is there a fee?
yes but I have earned money from my geometry.
and my books on the craziness of biology.
my UK royalties are as great as they can be.

grandma hoisted a yellow banner in her old elm tree.
said “My grandson Mike will be driving in the Grand Prix.”
friends flew over from all directions to take a selfie.
causing the whole family to go on a social media spree.

American Tragedy - Warning, a Bit Graphic

Tina was a prostitute
          a lady of the night
        By day she whiled the hours away
          staying out of sight

        Though she had repeat business
          she earned no royalties
        for bending over at the waist
          ~ or sinking to her knees

Versatility

Versatility, versatility,
I have no problem with that,
But my versatility's
Not virtuosity,
Those two don't go tit-for-tat.

It's a true revelation
When my inspiration
Comes seemingly out of thin air,
But I don't analyze
I just write and revise,
I'm so happy my muse is still there.

I write both allegorically
And metaphorically,
My verses may well make you think.
Frequently whimsical,
But never flimsical,
I don't let them loose if they stink!

I love writing terse verse
And cherish long free verse,
Though I prefer verses that rhyme.
They're lyrical, comical,
Sensual, spiritual,
Whate'er be my mood at the time.

I write poems to please,
Not earn royalties,
Though I wouldn't say no to some pay,
And hope that my versatility
Will show literarily
That I have something worthwhile to say.

Author's note: I never want to put my muse in a box with a label.

Christmas Sex

Christmas Sex is on tv
It's every show the lord would see
It's lovers round the Christmas tree
It's men who'll find their women free

It's all the stories one can tell
of women, men and Christmas well...
That's not what happenen'd but will tell
the story sells at Christmas well.

And makes the viewer watch the screen
for money not for loyal scene
And takes you to a place that far
that Christmas now means you're a star

Where even actors come to be
at Christmas time when flings come free
For all commercials only breaks
What all will see the lover's sakes

As all that love was meant to be
was Christmas lovers meant to see
Their love around a Christmas Tree
and maybe paid in royalties.

So all of us can feel the spirit
were all for love comes Christmas dear it
When even actors know the cause
is for their fans to see their flaws

When only Christmas has their laws
of turning Men into their rah's
For all good Christians love their fruit
When multiplying Christ as loot.

A Plan

Written By:  D. Collins 7/20/21


I don't live for today, but plan for tomorrow.
Should God wake me up, another day for Darrell.
Then, I start planning for the day after that.
Cutting expenses, while increasing my stacks.


Doing it early will cover the back end.
There'll be royalties, profits, and dividends.
Note the other $$$ I didn't even mention.
SSI will kick in, along with your pension.


In order to execute, you have to put in work.
Have tunnel vision, an low-crawl in the dirt.
It won't be long before a Command Decision.
Until it turns into a military mission.


If there's a target to be acquired at any costs.
Stand down for no one, nor take a loss.
I've got it in me to keep striving for good.
A Plan to ensure I won't live on cat food.

Rise and Fall of Beauties

Rise and fall of beauties

And so in a city of beauty,
There once lived her majesty,
Her dignitaries full of royalties,
And a people whose taste is quality

But suddenly the beauty 
Became quaint and outlandish falling
The people filled with perplexities
Driven here and there seeking 
For solution and remedies
To their fading beauty,

Meet a magician
Whose way for a cure was
An enchantment

And so he succeeded in getting all
into a deep sleep
Leaving only her majesty.
Enslave by loneliness
And years of impatience 
For a cure she took of the portion 
To join her people to end their ordeals

life full of ups!
And uncertain falls

Only the patient
Knows the essence
Of the present 
Falling Pale extent.

For change is
constant.

But Who can wait?
In the waiting 
Lies the making
And in the making 
Lies the baking
In the baking
Lies the rising
Of life Falling beauty.

The Poem As a Hunter

the poem as a hunter in spring gathers no moss and no royalties

Only One King

30 Sept 2019

I give no loyalty to royalties of any earthly nation
No man made queen or man made king can be all knowing of everything

God gave us the only King His Son the Christ of whom we sing
He came was born lived taught and by man was torn
Then crusified the sacrifice for sin and from the tomb He rose again

Now sin is conquered for those who accept Him
One death and then no death ever again

Just Beautiful--

Just Beautiful 
Just Beautiful 
Colors radiate 
So lovely,  tantalizing 
Seemingly
Great
Righteous loyalty 
Spacious royalties



8/22/19
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©

Beauty

Beauty is kindnesses RING,
that promises everlasting purity. 
It's recipe:
Integrity, Humility, Obedience, Purity, Empathy.
With gratitude to bathe ourselves in.
A SIGNET of the belief, we ENVELOPE oursellves akin.

A SIGNET RING of the visionary-
character-shaping, 
impressing into us,
the waxing royalties with loves seal.

Until we are signed, sealed, delivered from
evils ugliness, by the King

When It's Time

A time shall come sooner than later
all of the blooming and the scenery will become visual
for all to see
my accomplishments from me
the writing, the designs, artworks
furthermore, music, songs
the businesses, cooking skills, and much more
the entrepreneur that's me
businesses growing
valuables showing
all because I know
I have put in
achievements, hard work
the tree has grown
unknown length time, soon to unwind
to blossom, bloom, and shine
flowers blossoming
a time to shine is here, that's mine
royalties, vacations, supporting of others
giving back, not lack
more than enough
a nice home to call my very own
for my destiny is here
NOW shown.

FAITH IS THE KEY
MY WORK PAID OFF
OVER SOME DECADES
NOW, THE FOUNDATION IS LAID.

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