Short Queenly Poems

Queenly
Tarzan
Queen Bee
Predatory
Alpha male
Tree to tree
Sex
Free....

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I wish I could be human
the monarch felt this thought between tulips
she awoke in the morning queenly in full dress
everyone wanted rules
all she wanted was nectar...

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~Our Fresh Christmas Tree~
      

          Deepest, green beauty,
          Her scented, queenly, majesty,
          Enchants our family.



                 12/3/2021...

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Queenly green wings cover
Quivering red belly.
Quick to find holes in trees,
Quiet there for safety.
Quite vocal while mating,
Quaver slurred notes in songs.
Quaint bird of Mayan cult....

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for my granddaughter

It's your birthday, and 
It's plain, Fair Elizabeth 
Of the Queenly name, life 
Will never be the same, now
that you are fourteen, and,
counting---your portrait on 
Life's canvas, mounting....

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Winter weather
Days divine
Honour honourable
Appreciative active
Godly gregarious
Jays jewels
Trees tall
Brave bold
Kindly kept
Luxurious liked
Queenly quizical
Real rhyme

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz...

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Queenly, graceful movements
Quality is superb
Quick as a wink to calls
Qualified to herd cows
Quintessential dog
Quietly she loves me  

About Queenie our Collie..
Contest closed so too late to enter.....

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A
Bird
Cartwheeling
Diligently,
Ever
Frightfully 
Gaining
Height
In
Jumbled 
Knightly 
Loops,
Moaning
Never
Once,
Perhaps 
Queenly 
Reigned
Sky
Took
Unnecessary 
Vices
Wherever 
Xiang
Yankee
Zaps.

06/09/2020...

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Achingly
Beautiful
Courageously
Deft
Energetically
Frivolous
Gaily
Happy
Ignorantly
Joyful
Kind
Lovely
Magnanimously
Nobly 
Open
Preciously
Queenly
Rare
Splendid
Terrifically 
Unsuspected
Voraciously
Wicked
Yearningly
Zany...

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With her queenly ego, she said, "My name is now Princess".
And so they complied ~ a loyal crew, whom by her words were led.
Then one day, she chose to change, and took the name of "Mrs."
She had a crown she did not know, the brain within her head....

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she sits
queenly
upon the
thrown
she was
told to
sit upon

she
doesn't
know
but sort
of has
an idea
why

she is
being
treated so
majestically
suggestively
after eating
and drinking

her fill
she now
is told that
since you
put it in
it must
come

out...

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Flowers Greeting ‘Xmas

       All beautiful chrysanthemums, dahlias,
       enchanting flowers,
      gorgeous hibiscus
     in jocund kaleidoscope,
     lovely marigolds, nice overwhelming pansies,
      queenly roses, snowdrops, tulips,
      unnoticed violet
     welcomes ‘Xmas
      yearning zest.


05/11/21...

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The beeches

Three queenly beeches on an English hill,
Tree spirits, sisters, who kept watch for centuries.
Root ridges cross and knit a wooden carpet;
Bare branches tangle, twist, and leave a mosaic,
Like stained glass windows, of pale April sky.


January 4, 2017
For contest Rooting for 8 to 5
Sponsored by nette onclaud
1st place...

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Happy she drifted to July
Almond cakes and oranges she sought
He breathed amongst the trees
In the hush
he offered wind lashed skies


His stares are thread worn
and they creak
He complains when I came
and talks when I go
Everything mattered I believed
then died a bit
under a heap of leaves
The Queenly seat is empty
in the woods that  held me...

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She comes in her Queenly Gait. 
Not of Royalty but a Queen she is. 
Her stride the Glide of Elegance. 
Her Complexion the Early Morning Shine. 
Her Carriage a Graceful Glamour. 
Her Dentition the Glister of Gem. 
Her Smile an Alluring Appeal. 
Her Voice a Sonorous Rhythm. 
Her Physique the Built of Venus. 
Her Beauty the Glow of Nature. 
Her Person is None but You. 
She is You and You are Her.
HAPPY VALENTINE....

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Despicable
Marie Antoine
dressed in puce
paraded
her gown,
with a queenly
high head,
the pretty
little tome
soon to be
cropped.
When the chopper 
had his way,
her head
came off
and her face 
turned puce.
Was it purple
or puke green?
Maybe that’s the 
reason puce is so
confusing.
In Marie’s case
she was not
confused,
just dead.
 

Kathryn McLoughlin Collins

for a contest about our favorite color.  I must admit it is not my favorite...

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She sits on the park bench
a flock of pigeons carrying her memories away.
An unleashed dog sat with her a while
Left to chase a squirrel
The well-dressed pass her by
As if she wasn’t there.
A child in a carriage
Gives her a “queenly” wave,
She listens,
Eavesdrops
As Fall whispers
Scattered secrets
To fallen leaves.

She sits, alone but not lonely
For she knows who she is
Rejoices in what was
Awaits
What is to come....

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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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Ocean rising--such silent splendor--
she stains a golden passage on the waves;
blushing not, though borrowed brilliance
is the only light she ever gave.
Lesser celestial lamps, bright retinue, 
honor her regal queenly estate;
yielding obeisance to her power,
seasons and tides bow at her gates.
Royally she rides the Milky Way,
stardust blithely trailing in her train;
lonely earth lovers, looking upward,
stabbed in their souls with longing pain.

Copyright, August 12, 2014...

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Crazed commotion commercialized
Addictive actions appraised
Watching wearily waiting
Glances, glimpses gazed 

Cell phone checked consistently
No new numbers needing names
Conniving, covetous and creative
Greedy gigantic game

Where, who and what?
Questions queenly quailed 
Answers acquiring accuracy
For a fearing fortress failed  

Captured confidence compiling
Suspicions a soaring social sight
Distrusting defiant diligence
Readily rehearsing rights 

© Stacy Lynn Stiles...

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Listen to poem:

Have you met my lady cat
A most prestigious aristocrat
She's of extremely dignified ascent
Genuine regal blue blood descent
Everyday might as well be a holiday
My lady’s a class act in every way
Elegant and graceful as they come
Madame de Pompadour quite venturesome
Prances proud in her queenly manner
That's how she graces my humble manor



AP: 3rd place 2022, Honorable Mention 2020

Submitted on September 6, 2020 for contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (5) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND...

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