Short Dignitaries Poems

our raw fluids flow
flowing from her fresh blood
as marauders go a-rampage
& a youngster by her bossom
is mauled 
cut in the pieces of her broken bones
that's her remains
a skull left for inspections
the president & his white-washed
dignitaries are ever-passing by
to see
a maiden bleeding
in the foul of a nation's hub -
please, brother
speak like a gentleman!...

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Fresh flowers, garlands with heaven-scent
Adorning royal dignitaries, influentially iridescent.

Great task is to be leis of virtue on Freedom Day 
Honouring heroes in their God-granted roles, no one can’t pay.

May 26, 2019
4th place, "Arbitrium Divisa" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory R Barden; judged on 6/13/2019.
Edited on February 25, 2020...

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To please the feet
A carpet is laid
To please the eyes
A carpet is laid
To please the ceremony
A carpet is laid
To please the dignitaries
A carpet is laid
To please the honoured guests
A carpet is laid
The carpet
Stepped flat and smeared
Is never to be overlooked
As it's a symbol of
Beauty, wealth, authority and solemnity
But a carpet isn't the best oblation for god
Except one's piety...

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There were era's as old as the game itself
The lots were casted and fates decided
The era of old ways will soon fade
To welcome, the emergence of the new

Each gave way to the rise of the newborns
Nurturing them to become fully equipped
In the ways of the game

Soon the seats where filled with 
Different official dignitaries
Men of timber and caliber
In the council of the parliament
The Parliament of vultures...

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The race of the baby is not apt to last long!
Bare foot upon an ancient trail;
But now and then an elder sets the course.
The dignitaries have risen!
Have taken their place. 
Does she become a chaste woman? 
Unable to be photographed or reproduced;
Not her features or expression,
Nor the wondrous light which she bares.
For life is least vital of herself!
Her present is a Husk.
Her past a romance. 
Her future unknown!...

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Stare deep into the eyes of sorrow 
She knows not fate of her tomorrow 
The loyalty of her countrymen 
Divided against the Americans 
It is only freedom she desires 
From dignitaries of the prior 
Reigning king of her holy land 
That ruled her life with a cold black hand 
She hopes her children’s lives will flourish 
With new offspring their minds they’ll nourish 
Hence they’ll designate a new tomorrow 
And reverse the spell of the eyes of sorrow....

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