Sceptre Poems | Examples

admiration

Comment toucher une fleur
et la faire éclore
en la pénétrant du regard
jusqu'à ce qu'elle s'épanouisse
sous le sceptre de ton regard

Gasp-ell of death'

If your'e going to preach it brother.? Hit-em with the Gospel
For its like no other; Spell' Speak of mercy..And  the flames of hell' and ring out the message like a ten ton bell.' Tell the truth
'The world is round' like Isaiah shouted.' He really went to
Town.' Also the village for that to matters.' No doubt giving
The matrons a feast of natters.' Yes tell of the King! With a
Sceptre of iron.' Ruler of Nations the one so much better,' by
Leaps and leauges.' Yet a donkey His steed! the pharisees bane.' He allowed them to keep their greeds.' Yes preach of
Life and tbe riches of God.' To all those destined to go under
The sod.' Some clerics may repent.?To turn away? from the
Gasp-ell of death they gasp out today.' Nothing is new as
Solomon put.' Just whitewashed tombs on top thats it.' The
Bones of this matter.' Wont be raised at all.' Who have gasp-ed
Out the message of slavery and thrall.' Its hotter than this
Poem.'The place they must go.' If you don't want to join them 'just let Jesus know.'

The Call of Venus

The Call to Venus

(A lone voice whispers as a ceremony begins)

Candles lit
In brazier pit

Like a reborn Prospero

Music playing 
As offerings 

Are lit

To summon the universe
And all who goes

To step in and commit
 
Guardians in
The Great In-Between

Guard us
And all our kin

From all unseen
Who flows

White lights
Bound
Around our homes

To guard against ghouls
From loosened tombs

Floating around like red balloons

We pray tonight 
For astral protection 
In all our rooms

As 
Candles lit
In brazier pits

Burn

With
Music playing 

As sandalwood offerings
And Christmas ferns

Are used as keys 
Of devotional angelic magic

To turn away

All who conspire 
And drink from the Devil's Urn

As we call to you
Venus
For protection 

As the Great Wheel
Turns

So
Come our sceptre-bearer of harmony 

And love to cope

Do ut de
Dum vivo 
Repleti spe

(‘I give that you may give.
As long as I live. Filled with hope.)

(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Fate of America

Trump should be defeated with truth and democracy 
Not with weapons and zealous filled idiocy 

Crooks, a young terrorist and short-sighted halfwit 
Who sealed Fredonia’s fate and everyone who lives in it 
Yalda’s fate that gods, angels, and men can’t outwit 
Soon the shouts of people will make the land quake and split 
Even if Crooks succeeded in his aim and made it 
It would have made Trump into a martyr and spectre
Who even without that gold bold eagle sceptre 
Would have his cold presence cover all of Fredonia 
And make Fredonia burst into red and blue fire 
And another man possessed by the phantom of zeal 
Would arise from the ashes and makes Trump’s will real

Five Kings of Darkness

Having horns of coal 
His hair is of twisting smoke 
His flesh a dim gold 
His black blood tastes of sea salt 
Holding a tyrant's sceptre 

With a lion's face 
Skin of green-tinted copper 
With a flaming mouth 
On a throne of red fire 
That certain men bow down to  

Rusted iron skin 
A face of a proud eagle 
Who whispers to all 
Robed in red animal blood 
Worshipped though he's deaf and blind 

Made of silver scales 
His own see-through blood is sweet 
With a sad fish-face 
Who drowns the lost in rivers 
While proclaiming "Purity" 

Made of tin and lead 
A dragon loosely held up 
With flames breaking though 
Its flames used for magic spells 
Its tin scales used for potions 


A Tanka chain to desribe the 5 demon kings from the religion of Manichaeism.

King

Christ, the King of kings
Of whom my soul sings
Born in a manger
His life in danger
No palace, no bed
No place to lay head 
Walking everywhere
No carriage to spare
Riding a donkey
No horse ride swanky
A crown of sharp thorns
The King's head adorns
A reed placed in hand
Not a sceptre grand
Scarlet robe mocking
Such treatment shocking
He endured all pain
And then rose again
One day, He'll return
World to overturn
The King glorious
Christ victorious

The Great Star of Africa

14-03-2023

Clear cut diamond
530 carats gem
Mined in South Africa
Queen Elizabeth I wonder
How did you feel
Knowing The Great Star Of Africa was never yours
Did you think you would just bond
With it during your term
Or we would just forget that it came from Africa
You made a blunder 
Which you never had to deal 
With the day you accepted it its force
Elevated you even higher wherever you went
As it sparkled on your sceptre and on your head
It made you stand out in any room you find yourself or in any crowd
You spent
Your entire life mesmerized by it but now that you’re dead
And Charles is about to be crowned
King will he have the guts to bring it
Back home where it belongs 
Will he finally see it fit
I wait for that day where the wrongs
You made are acknowledged and are made right
The road ahead isn’t easy but it looks bright

Death, Defeated Shall Ye Die

A destroyer O Death ye thyself call, 
Mere toy, no less, art thou to Destiny, 
It's Time O that in time devours us all, 
It’s cosmic scheme, call thee no Almighty. 
And O Poor Death, those that ye think ye kill 
Never art slain, live on god given grace, 
In slumber they get blest, it’s not thy will, 
They just shop to get new life, newer dress.

Not just toy, slave thou art to divine will, 
No more than a trigger in hands of Fate, 
To its design art thou called ‘pon to deal, 
Dire sceptre ye wield, but at whose dictate? 
   Ye well know that soul lives eternal life, 
   Flesh alone dies, in vain doth bleed thy knife. 
___________________________________________ 
Sonnets | 10.11.2008, revised May 2023|

The Lion of Judah

“Wrong will be right when Aslan comes in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrow will be no more,
When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death,
And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.”
     – Mr. Beaver (The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe)

THE LION OF JUDAH

Majestic mane - wind pets the fur
where no earthling can stroke.
His roar like thunder-blast, no purr -
sacrificed lamb awoke.

Lion couches in paradise -
Fierce and fearless; revered
His life for ours - the purchase price.
Christ rose…and interfered

with mock-lion - serpent unmasked.
Judah’s great paw strikes head
of the venomous snake, as tasked.
Man born, reborn…sin’s dead.

Terror to ears, frenzy of brain -
fearsome to all mortals.
Pleasing to His; drives lost insane.
Each to his own portals.

In end, all will bow at His throne
by roar of His sceptre -
Jesus Christ’s name, no greater known.
His chosen Bride - He rewards her.

3/24/2023
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Chapter Sceptre

Essence blend never before encountered
    Requests he bury his nose in her blouse
    Eloquent outrage smoothly surmounted
    Decisive fair decorum she endows


    Petals and pepper sauce complexity
    Cerebellum pillows King's heavy head 
    Slave to prime advisor dexterity 
    Burdensome thoughts bedside storybook read
    

    Prominent gem on band of platinum 
    Temptation's tassles draped in possible
    Syrup super glue subtle acumen
    Fairy floss buffer from bosses hostile


    Daily chest chainmail pools in her presence
    Regal defender dumbfounded in reverence





                20th October 2022

                 Two Will Overrule

Obsequies for a Queen

(Elizabeth II 1926-2022)


Are we - crow, blackbird, sparrow -
aware of what's occurring?
We cannot tell, they assume,
but gape and gaze from up here.

This is a land with a departed monarch.
We - sparrow, blackbird, crow -
flit or sit above the richness
of that marching red regalia.

Thousands of arms stretch, sinews strain,
cameras are held aloft
to catch the start of this queen's obsequies,
such elegance, such grace.

We - blackbird, crow, sparrow -
observe orb and sceptre on the magnificent pall,
witness the splendour, the spectacle,
delight in the sound of vocal souls.

Millions have viewed that coffin.
We - crow, blackbird, sparrow - see them gaping, gazing,
with its eight pallbearers, in their blood-red flame,
as this Abbey welcomes what they carry.


(Sep 2022)

(You may wish to see also "Trooping the Colour" of June 2022 and "Coronation for a King" of May 2023)

The Tudor Rose, the Lion and the Sceptre of Light

"The Tudor Rose, The Lion and The Sceptre of Light" 

God bless 
The Queen 

Shield of Tudor Rose

and Lion rampant
the 3 of Lionheart, 
guardant passant

Unicorn and azure harp
rose and thistle stand 
with shamrock, connected

wars and battles 
conflicted, a home 
not seamless, 

stands firm, apart

sanctuary is never easy
when grief is the price
we pay for love 

duty bound 

for Love, 
of Her dominion 
and Her people

Lion and Lamb
above all others,
at all cost, to self

constant Her 
selfless shield of duty,
brave royal heart

arms never folding
outstretched
open wide apart

dieu et mon droit
"God and my right"
before Life, it starts
 
God bless 
The Queen,
a life long lived

walking towards
Her sovereign,
now in sight

calls to Her 
as if She 
were a child, 

halo crown
sceptre of Light
The Lion passant

her mighty Sovereign,
King and Lord,
now in her sight

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Queen Elizabeth II
(b. 21.4.26 - d. 8.9.22, 96Yrs)

Old Soul

In that we are all a vassal to age
  no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
  or rail against its synchronicity.
For ever decreasing circles besot 
  the cognisance of what and who we are,
yet I am not fogged to what time begot
  but wise to your end and your exemplar -
of all our earthly labours and pleasure,
  and all that was ventured and lost or won 
for insofar love is the true measure
  I shall be its keeper when you are gone.
Alas, no mortal thing this world outlast
yet still the risen sun your shadow cast.


         Written: November 2010

The Lost Sceptre

He was the first to step into the murky water,
Others stood by to watch,
They had to wade through,
It was the only route to the other side.

Not everyone can embark on a mysterious journey,
It takes the brave-hearted to decide to,
It takes tenacious minds to advance through,
The hope of the land rests on their shoulders.

The curse has to be lifted,
The evil ravaging the land has to cease,
Darkness looms over the land and has to disperse,
The turbulence needs to be assuaged.

They were able to retrieve the enchanted sceptre,
It was a death-defying journey,
They resisted the opposing forces,
They broke through the veil.

They were honoured for their bravery, 
The land returned to its former days,
Joy and peace swept through the land,
The men were immortalized.





July 27, 2022.
One In Five 2 Poetry Contest,
No. 1.

Queen Elizabeth

The orb and sceptre, ring and crown
each with its cross adorned,
displayed the rule of Christ alone
to mark your fealty sworn. 
But stripped to simple linen gown
and hidden from this globe, 
for power to serve your earthly throne
the oil of heaven flowed. 

You sought to serve Him set apart
not bound by duty on your own,
but strengthened firm and from His heart
to bear your heavy crown. 

We shall not see your like again
defender of the faith,
who served your God through every strain
and subjects here beneath.
God helped you keep your solemn vow,
God saved our gracious queen.
God keep you in our hearts as now,
and after you have been.

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