Short Kingly Poems

More moths play on lamp
While the Man keep watching them,
In His Kingly throne....

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The crown before me
Kingly its very nature
Purity to serve

Russell Sivey...

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a kingly sort sits
atop his lily pad throne
about to croak out

Tanya Harrington

© 05-10-12...

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rusty rails touching 
    a salty handcar within 
the kingly elk's plain


rusty rails
    salty handcar
camera obscura...

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Pink unicorn prancing in the night.
Gorgeous mane of shiny glitzy white.
Tall and handsome, as is his kingly right.
He is a masterful, powerful sight....

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Inky Binky
Think she chinky
Milky Ricky
Risky-tricky
~
This key, is key
tricky is he...
~
Mickey Ricky
Icky quickie

Thinks he kingly

3/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©...

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I will doff my ermine gown
and take off my kingly crown.
The day declines, the course is run,
on  fleece of gold reclines the sun.

I'll not  retouche the Mona Lisa
or straighten up the Tower of Pisa.
Further work in that connection
I leave to those who seek perfection....

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Distress travels instantly through me, A samurai sword, Greek mythology, Zeus gulped kingly ideas and in his breadbasket he stored, reminiscent of the ancient times, emergency Er Hoard, feels like a billion increased/decreased Forbes, a penniless fellow hustle in no way can be bored.
- Loverboi...

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T-H-A-N-K-S : (PENTACROSTIC)
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Transparent tribute tweets to truth
Hearty hug harmonizes high helpmate
Adorable affection aids allotting amity
Noble note nominates new nimbus
Kind kinship kindles kingly kismet 
Sustaining superior soul shining self

29.06.2020 Chattogram...

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If I must be plain
The popularity of a Train
Had begun to wane
And to skyrocket that of Plane
Airports sweeping lots of gain,
With little or no strain:
Billions of dollars in the main;
In case of Nigeria: Naira Rain:
A Lion complete with Kingly mane,
Though Air Disaster their combative bane....

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Fabulous, Ancient Tyranian treasures found;
possessing sacred , beautiful wealth in kingly vessels.
                                while,
Yesterdays, Phoenician Vineyards soar above todays,
 with the most succulent grapes, and captivating divine Vines!




                    Copyright McCuen 2009...

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Are you a Poet or tactician,
or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”

Are your words stained with patina,
some would scrub and some would blame

Is your Kingly verse too rough for some,
finding safety in their books

Is your verse uncut with edges sharp
—all Princes in their rooks

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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Are you a Poet or tactician,
 or “A Rose By Any Other Name…”

Are your words stained with patina,
  some would scrub and some would blame

Is your Kingly ode too rough for some,
  finding safety in their books

Is your verse uncut with edges sharp,
 —all Princes in their rooks

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)...

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I’m surprised your first name is Rex.
It’s not kingly to often vex
Nor Godly much store set on sex…

Are you damned sure your name is Rex.
Your lips often form the word “Sex”,
Even as ears tremble or vex…

Every woman on her cheeks pecks,
Badly three relationship wrecks,
Saying “Nothing wrong parting necks.”

Tell me your Last Truth – “Are you Rex?”...

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One wish

Happily he chose his one wish
To opt for life of wealth
Becoming famously rich
Ruler of a kingly place,

Missing what matters in life
He changed his course
In search of true love,

But it was too late by then
For a pauper now lives in that palace
Happy with the choice he made.

January 12, 2018
HM: Brian's Choice 1 Contest by Brian Strand
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Sexy dancing

                                      Moving with the beat

                                    Seven garments flowing

                                      Luxurious brown skin

                                          Eyes captivated

                                          Kingly dreaming



For Nette's Poem of Compression contest.
Written by: Richard Lamoureux
September 26th 2013...

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My kingly court, now looking- but not looking up

Join Lincoln City not, my boy, join not my gloomy town 

Tint of brown brick, my look confirming my gloom

Gloomy girl, gloomy boy, gloomy union for my crown

          But you, you follow in my flock

            You look,  but not to pry

          My quiz for you- now coming

          But you follow, you willfully comply

                             you try...

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To The Begging Blind
Be squarely kind:
The ones walking our streets lined
But also those doing it singly
And sort of acting kingly!

The Blind also battling with a limp
And The Ones who seem A Pimp,
Never them to a halt grind
Nor to a spot with stories bind;
In their front leading, not behind
Their guide pretend you’d signed
And their alms release like one fined …

With The Begging Blind
Deal with an open mind....

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Sycamores
 are amazing trees 
 shedding bark like skin 
 removing dry and brittle layers
 to reveal new pristine smooth pale green hues. 

The bark peels and laps over 
 like a tongue languishing,,
 thirsty,, panting in the Sun 
 and layering the trunk of patchwork design
 in a fresh clean quilting. 

Hail to the Sycamores 
 standing kingly tall
 unflinchingly in the wind 
 reaching toward the sky 
 with triple crowns of leaves up high....

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Avian life of mine
Blooms with wishes divine

Candle - one more added
Days with joy - so padded

Eid too joins the party
Full moon blesses us - hearty

Grandeur unveils autumn
Hard rock shows us green thumb

Iambic feet of three
Joins to form poetry

Kingly gest of season
Lets love play in vision

Moments lived with pleasure
Narrate hidden treasure

Opulent love from you
Plethora brought anew

(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)

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Harp and flute

Fingers bled of love by the strings of the harp,
Eyes filled with tears, mingled in the drops of blood,
As the flute elated sucked and kissed the slaughtered,
Love and hate, tears and blood, such are the broken hearts.

A song of love and sadness poignantly dejected,
The harp so majestically and queenly on it mimicked,
The flute so princely and so kingly on it emoted,
So eternally, beautifully and so perpetually, such achingly is how it hurts....

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When the trumpet blows
Animals take to the stage in turns
Elephants dance themselves dry
Like baobabs swayed by Harmattan 
Their fan-like ears flip flap
As they shake their big bottoms
Spelling danger to the ambitious

When the trumpet blows 
Kingly animals take to the stage
Lions gracefully shake their whiskers
With paws and teeth as grinding metals
They roar to rats, goats and antelopes
"We are here to stay, dance and eat
Cross the ribbon and be a bowl of salads"...

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Starkle, Starkle Little Twink


Starkle, starkle little twink
what the hell you are, I think
tantalizing hanging moon
rocking chair or empty spoon.

Twinkle, twinkle, ain’t you cute
glitter on night’s darkest suit,
jewels upon an evening’s gown
tiara mate to kingly crown.

Needle point of heaven’s face
pinholes poked in deepest space
eyes that watch us from afar
twinkle, twinkle, little star.


submitted to – Twinkle Twinkle Little Star – contest
sponsor – Kelly Deschler...

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