The Queen of Winter
carries her frozen crown
with quiet joy,
its sapphire gems
a burning beacon
within the blizzard.
Snow doves
and white foxes
dash around
her icy gown
as Midwinter hums
cold tunes of solitude.
She marches ahead
through soft snowdrifts
as the arctic wind
tells her its secrets.
The Curly haired royalty from Dry Wash Gulch
Went out to help the ladies-in-waiting mulch
They got in the way with their wild curly hair
Why don’t you all go stand way back there?
Next, they decided to help in the stable
Thought they would feed as they were able
It did not work out, their frizzy hair kicked up the straw
Why don’t you help the cook? Asked foreman Maw
Seeing them in the kitchen did not excite the cook.
The throne needs dusting, she suggested, go take a look
So, the Curly haired royalty ended up back in their own place
Thank you very kindly, the staff said to His Grace
highbred
genteel, cosmopolitan
enchanting, winning, prospering
aristocrat, royalty, drudge, ragamuffin
suffering, laboring, struggling
destitute, deprived
lowborn
A convention was held in a foreign land. Playwrights, writers and authors (young and old) were recognized for their respective works. Everybody was overwhelmed for meeting new friends, beginners and veterans in the field of prose and poetry, scriptwriting, narrating, storytelling and publication of different sorts.
When the female guest speaker ended her speech, a male writer-author was silent in many casual conversations because the topic is about success. Nevertheless, everybody else is happy during the chitchats because by majority success was defined by fame and how much money you make.
The silent writer-author sold only two books in the market, but was never ashamed of the results of his work.
A young female author asked the silent writer-author, "What is royalty?"
The silent one replied, "It is when you are included in the statistics of big earnings without earning a single cent in reality!"
Dainty damsel flies to meet her prince
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Andrew ordered a stripogram, Kay
To visit him on his birthday
When he opened the door
Sixteen copper’s he saw
They cuffed him, then took him away
After questioning for many hours
In the police car oh how he cowers
There’s one thing I’ll bet
He’s been covered in sweat
His birthday bash pizza night sours!
The Epstein files are in the press
Now Andrew’s life is such a mess
As his recent arrest
Surely made Andrew stressed
He’s guilty, but he won’t confess
I’m hoping royal succession can
Be removed from this vile man
I’m “Throne out,” he will moan
“The loo’s my only throne”
All royal titles flushed down the pan!
A cat may look upon a king;
even dare to turn and ignore him;
walk arched-back before the throne;
make the dais his very own;
sleep beneath the royal footstool;
and kings allow the feline’s rule -
for though none crowned the brazen cat,
no-one loves the rat.
More than just the right to be,
the puss has licence to roam free,
with status shrined by what is done
because he hunts what others shun.
Low born, low bred - yet all know that
a king must look upon a cat.
She's beautiful in so many ways, i hear my heart subconsciouly saying " i do", a glimpse down the isle, to my conscious i node, wonders like first waves of the dawn sea, warms my soul, i feel melting elevations choking my desires. are goddes captured in men frame? my mind asks...
lend my hand, but this is far of a reality to touch, i mean even my eyes shivers, i dont know whether to bow nor salute, so much controversies my body cant contain. Gaze the north and swerve to the south, still i'm hypnotized in the centre of her seduction...
poets and poetess spoken of roses and violets, my tongue now recites of pertuniah and lavenders, floral blender of artistic reactions, i wonder what strings in her make she pulls, were i devulge so much of my wholesome, i fail to my mind my flow, i think her beauty tempere's with my composure
#Poetic_Ink
The Mountain stands eternal beneath the sky,
Witness to stars no eye denies.
Each stone a prayer,each wind a song,
Of love that never dies.
Yout laughter once shattered the clouds of night,
Now returns with morning's sighs.
Though rivers dry and heavens fall,
The soul still learns to rise.
In every echo of earth and stone, I find you-
Pheko,brother of Solly and Matebesi,wise.
My destination
Royalty above the stars
How humbled I am
If I was a dandelion
You’d blow me away
To the land of Zion
Where love is faith
We would be a bible story
Of purple passion God’s grace
Enlightened by green glory
Morality in tact and silver safe
You’d be revered red royalty
I’d be blessed and tickled pink
To be in your lifetime you king or queen
Would have humble heart of peasantry
If I was a happy song
I’d be all about you
Birds would sing along
For your love is the truth
I’d take mini vacations
In my mind and you’d know
My great indigo infatuation
In time could grow us close
I must be a lavender lady
Though I’d rather be lady bug
To fly to you half crazy
Doting on you in love
Oh the way I would flutter
My wings and dream of you
If I could talk and not stutter
I’d confess I’m a mess for you
Opulence suits you, my Queen.
To you I humbly devote my life
~ cater to your every whim.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 1st place 2025
A great dane parading along like royalty
L-ions
I-n
Z-oo
A-re
D-oing
E-verything
P-eople
I-magine,
D-eriving
E-xpectations
P-roperly
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Liza P. Depidep)
He spreads his lordly cape to slow his descent, gloved talons softly gripping metal throne, his obsidian pallium opulent and ominous. Empowered by wonder and awe, I swallow fear, holding the chthonic messenger’s gaze
Curiosity binds us
The vigilant Seraphim turns
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