Short Emperors Poems
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Trapped inside
his mirror
Prevarication
flows
A narcissist
parading
The emperors
— new clothes
(Flexing In Brazil: November, 2025)
A Cinquain.
Once a young man from Bodoni
Owned an old, dappled pony.
And he rode to see the show.
Twas Emperors' new clothes.
Said, That's a vanity Felony.
In the frigid silence of glacial eve, penguins gather tight.
Emperors, waddling half in black, under half-lit southern night.
One dreams of flight, yet stays on course; with colony alights.
They’re stark naked from their heads to their toes
Our aspiring emperors wear no clothes
Why can’t we see that
They look like two rats
Perhaps we’re too busy holding our nose
Elevated domains
Ensure their advantage
Emperors of the sky
Extremely keen eyesight
Enhance their hunting skills
Extra sharp talons kill
Each hapless prey they find
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9/18/16
The Americans are the children of the world
with “Why?”
Children, forgotten the tales.
Forgotten
Hans Chr Andersen and
„The Nightingale”.
How shall I explain to you, oh, emperors,
the tears,
the white roses,
the morn.
How?
Such a interesting word
Transcending in nature.....For Some
Lost in a second.......for others
The Naked Truth
Pride or Restitution Will Dress the Day
Simple Choice For Some......Gray texture for others.......
The Emperors New Clothes.......
Jades of green, yellow and white;
the colors of life grow warm against the skin.
Precious gems of the lands minerals;
coveted by any, Jade is the stone of emperors;
lends a classy aire to any occasion and
a warm, rich presence to its wearer.
Chariots formed
from stars on high
flown 'cross the sky
by emperors
in gold raiment's
the regal four
drew worshipers
for rice to rise
Son of God ride
shine on the land
at his command
raise the wheat high
feed earth for man
we pray reply
do not deny
the food for man.
Gold
pure precious
alluring shining pining
pharaohs emperors plebs commoners
repelling dulling whining
crude waste
Dust
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I started to fly this time,
Injecting the inclusions of notable eyes.
They’re always calling me a name I can’t yet find.
But this is happiness right?
Ten-thousand years of life
Ten-thousand years that I bleed,
And I weep,
And I breathe the hue’s of an emperors sheet,
A fools’ gold left me with the sins of Adam & Eve
fools
misguided, gullible
blundering, stultifying, erring
dunderheads, imbeciles, rajas, emperors
reigning, succeeding, conquering
powerful, mighty
kings
Date written: 08/06/2020
Sensing betrayal, feeling animosity
Witnessing fear amongst this atrocity
Hating the rules governing such ferocity
Whilst Emperors clothes display grandiosity
The chaos of war with feverish velocity
Portayals of hatred, of a clear monstrosity
Resources withheld , the creation of paucity
Revolutionary peace peaks curiosity
in the universe our planet occupies a very miniscule spot.
Imagine the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors,
so that for a moment they could relish in all of their victors,
of a fraction of a dot.
In all of its vastness, no evidence in the universe dwells,
that help will come from elsewhere, to save us from ourselves.
Her city steps carved of marble
Many valiant tounges have spoken on her behalf
Her riches make her stand out
Capital to many, gold
The cementery; bed to those whom only claim bravery
Roman emperors stand frozen in time
Statues guarding her fundamentals
All to her glory
Blood the lowest price she paid for all that she has
May Gold have mercy, Amen
We know not of that Woman,
though ‘tis known that for years
she has begged for death.
what marred such a creature?
unsought furtherance,
everlasting atrocity,
or a centaur,
agog martyrs and honor,
‘tis certain that,
once the castles are built,
their emperors,
though drunk on sex,
and branded by adulation,
shall ascend.
but does fame bespeak
an eternity of pandemonium?
Perchance.
Poison was always the silent killer.
Kings and emperors fell prey to it easily.
The favorite poisoner of the Roman Emperor Nero,
this woman ended many lives with her deadly poisons.
FUKIING BIITCH,this woman’s story is a true deadly drama.
Widely considered as one of the earliest documented serial killers,
She was certainly a deadly dame.
Note.chemical drink silent killer...
Brave men fighting
Knights crawling
Strong men dying
Life fading
People perishing
For that wish that should be dying
Sooner or later it shall start crying
Kings crying
Emperors imploring
Kingdoms falling
Empires collapsing
Poets writing
Musicians performing
Paintings begging
Statues Kneeling and flying
For a glimpse of your eyes
People had done so
And and now there's no going back.
THIS DREAM AWAKENS
Marmara teasing, 'do you see me?'
the black sea among
tables more empty than tombs
to yet born emperors as black tie
waiters serve solitude in peaceful
nights and to know the artist
who has sprinkled dots of fiery
light across the heavens!
Over there, the beach is empty
shall we run there together
hand in hand and heart within heart
tears of rejoice that i have found you.
:: 04-27-2019 ::
Ancient Greeks extracted a dye from shellfish
and purple became each potentate's wish.
For the rare purple matched amethyst rings
a jewel craved by emperors and kings.
Julius Caesar donned purple, not red
and the Roman Senate ordered him dead.
For purple’s worn by kings, not dictators
and Romans who wore purple, were traitors.
(Rhyme)
Jan. 25, 2019
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How often are we led
Or manipulated to see others views
Convinced to go along with things
That we wouldn't ordinarily choose
We need to take responsibility
For the life in which we all live
Ask more questions when things don't seem to fit
I could wax lyrical about everything we perceive
But the truth is
When you don't buy into what it is they sell
Then just walk away and leave
Rather than following other people's dreams.
This day in early March sings
in a gust of wind it brings
the season’s change
life I’ve known rearranged
one day warm the next cold
nature’s changing moods to behold
when each day when I’m awake
nature’s tempestuous moods to partake.
Talk of the weather brings smiles and frowns
what goes up also goes down
and as we face our days of strife
the next day brings cloud in the sky.
My friend, beware of March’s ides
a time when emperors live and die
since the silence prevailed
And all those leaves fell down
since those autumn days
I've been searching around
The empire of emperors
through the sunny town
but i just can't find it
And still I'm searching around
In the land or in the sea
where rivers are meant to be
search it everywhere,but nothing was found
And still I'm searching around
The mysterious land of dreams and love
where fire gets burned in ice
where people live as "PEOPLE" do
The heavenly land of paradise