Short Royally Poems
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Robert reads reachingly
regarding red rosy raptures
readily reaping refreshments
Rare regal rapport rules rise,
royally rejoicing
Fullest fast fragmented freedom randomly rare rushes it royally reigns fervently~
12/15/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
G ray garbles glowed genealogy
R ays retain reminiscence royally
E mber emancipate ebullient eulogy
E missaries embraced equity
N ations nullified necromancy
Look, London ladies, buff your speech
Mind your soiled plantation fingers
Nary a trace of our old worlds
Occupy their halls royally
Porcelain cups poised on pinkies
FROG
F- Fully functional fine
R- Rely responses royally
O- Onward on and only
G- Glory and glorified God
F- Fully
R- Rely
O- On
G- God
Written by James Edward Lee Sr.2018©
4/18/18
Able bodied children dead!
Even fate grieves hopelessly
In justified keening, lamentation, mourning.
Not one pacifier!
Queens royally sejant...
Troops under vultures' wings,
Xylophones yack zealously...
I am bound
yet I am free
I'm full of liberty
I'm quiet and yet I roar
As a lion
I am King
When I speak my soul so sings
I speak royally
4/24/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
They couldn't count on the Count to be accountable
Because the count of his debt was insurmountable
So they took the Count to court, not much the Count could do
Bet they could count on the Count, to curse the cards he drew
Tiger lillies,
give some the willies.
They think they're ODD,
but such folk are Sillies.
"Liliam lancifolium,"
are not demonic,
more like iconic, Royal,
even:"Kingdom:
Plantae", royally
dotted: I love the lillies,
because they're spotted,
Say, like my BOD.
Purple lilacs scent.
Roses so royally rise.
Daisies bow in joy.
1-8-2021
11am PST
But soft, what light from yonder window breaks?
Is the east, why did I think it was hark?
The soft part, I mean. Iambically pent
tambourine? Am now off of iambic
But diggin the idea, am just waltzing
please don't take too much offense
'cause that would suck royally,
don'tcha think?
Form:
The Poet Destroyer is a three headed monster,
each head with its own personality.
I call these little monsters The Three Stooges,
but their actual names are Irma, Sid and Royal Royally.
I don't actually know if the above is true.
The ryhme just popped in my head and I shared it with all of you.
His friendship is God's blessing,
He and I happened unto another,
Me shy and demure,
He strong and muscular,
Good-looking,
Perchance we met,
He and I continued our conversation,
Royally, I became enamored with his friendship,
A wish to continue day by day as companions,
Guided by God.
Author: Gwen von Erlach Schutz
Royally draped over a soft cushion
hugging a soft, fluffy white carpet
her gaze wanders
to the flickering images
on the TV screen
before her...
abruptly transfixed
rocking on her haunches now
her eyes darting back and forth
as if at a ping-pong match...
she tenses now
back arched
hints at moving
A bloodcurdling SCREAM is heard
she leaps; flies away
Serendipity, sun do smiles
European titles in mind
Royally, I was at Garros
England, Wimbledon, my crowns
Nigh, the glory from Aussies
Arthur Ashe, the home in honour
When honours came calling
In contrast to their aims
Love the game, win to claim
Like Masada, majestic in beauty
In its flowers engraved my name
Angel, egg, the game I play
My hands the world is laid
Serena, my name is the game
Yes, we have made God angry. And,
with that: He is showing us his Power by allowing what is happening
to exist. He will take those who are worthy and leave those who are not.
Prayers may help and you will know He Is God. So, Pray for Strength and Courage in these times.
Forget what you may own, and cling onto one another. For this is all we
have. And this is what may save us.
Forever flowers in my dreams, full beds all year long
Fragrant blossoms cheering me and bright as the sun
Fushia, red, yellow gallore white and lilac royally grand!
Furrowed perfection in clean rows; never a weed to be found
Madness you say? well not today
Multicolors soft and inviting
Many butterflies and fowls
Melody so clear, so dear
Forever madness of multicolor blossoms
Forever flowers in sunlight and a velvet touch.
Velvet creature that royally purrs
Her eyes gleam in the pitch darkness
With a secret that is only hers
A pink tongue just made for grooming
Her nose she brings for a tender snuggle
My time with her is all consuming
She’s a small ship of total serenity
As on my chest she quietly sleeps
Filling my life~with love a~plenty
^*^
Dedicated to my cat, Queen Irene.
4/25/2022
Though they don’t have the world’s admiration,
the women who played for my nation
won the World Cup with ease
showing great expertise
and fought against discrimination.
Pretending to sip English tea
and pissing off Trump royally,
Megan Rapinoe and
all her teammates so grand
are A-number one now with ME!
7/7/19 for Mark Toney's 2019 Fifa Women's World Cup Poetry Contest
Finally went online and read all about TEAM USA. Those gals have balls!! Wow!
Peace is white yes,
when we raise her dove,
when we wear it
of fine embroidery...
peace is green
as hope when
we cultivate a forest
royally preserved...
peace is blue similar to
friendly waves of the sea
that permit us surf in dreams...
As a clear beauty of the sky,
heavenly paradise that we realize exists...
But peace was once scarlet
of our spilled blood
in the portals of wars
that we fight, for what
the quiet colors of peace
could live peacefully... "
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
War on a chessboard, cutthroat and intense,
Vicious attacks and desperate defence.
Battle of wits with such a charming thing -
The Queen has upper hand over the king.
He has the crown yet as the game moves on,
Too often at the mercy of a pawn.
All King’s men go through ephemeral fame
‘Til sudden savage death at the endgame.
Game of thrones - power plots, schemes, strikes and strife,
Once hooked, one’s royally intrigued for life!
March 5, 2022