Diamond you were shy and wary,
Peeking from behind a crate,
Your gaze portrayed that we were scary,
So still, you sat, resigned to wait.
Pearl, in your white and silver coat so bright,
You moved with grace and eager trust,
You circled near with pure delight,
As though you were waiting for us just.
Indoors in gentle state you reign,
Soft sovereigns our control insures,
Your rule is complete in this domain,
You have taken this place and made it yours.
By day you claim the chairs as we leave,
By night, our bed is half your own,
No protest do you ever receive,
Your royal rights are well known.
This could have been such a cold place,
With all our children leaving us alone,
For love has filled each quiet space,
Pearl and Diamond you have claimed your throne.
grand crown of sovereigns
splendid attire of burden
placed on royal head
**
*grand*
*crown* *of*
**sovereigns**
**splendid* *attire of**
*burden placed on*
**royal head**
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I
I
L
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My love life truly is humanities' first dumpster fire
Not a wife to the chosen man; just dust from the same pan
Never the true love of heavens disgraceful clipped sparrow
A myth to those who think they've felt sufferage conspire
The other women from times beginning; imagine if you can
If someone; anyone, would have split that apple with an arrow
Immortal our paring, eternal love designed to bloom but never tire
But blind faith stepped in; to act out our benevolent sovereigns plan
My immortality was sacrificed for so-called perfection based on one man's marrow
By refusing to submit, his wrath named me "Lilith" to damnations' highest level for a woman, I would...... aspire
Jessy James the scourge
Of the west
Not many out laws
would pass this test
A name like Dillon and Billy the Kid
Became legends for what they did
Nero an emperor the scourge of Rome
Though cries of history
The fire his own
He then built a palace
and Coliseum well known
The place of malice
And a martyrdom throne
Adolf Hittler was a scourge
A scourge of the Jews
No biblical knowledge
By usurpers he was used
An exterminate no less
But I digress
A tool of the Sovereigns
mysterious test
Another scourge
for the methods he used
Joseph Stallin was verily accused
Another of the signs
Where God would use
To stiffen and to chase
a remnant of the Jews race
The Bible a scourge and nothing less
It’s Revelation of the world
Despised as progress
The end of time and Gods success
We must confess
The end of this mess
Proceed to glory
While other digress
Putting faith they claim to the test
Saving soul of the faithful
Leaving others bereft.
**
*crown*
*sovereigns*
*wear*with*glory*
*places*unseen*burden*
*upon*royal*head*
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I
I
L
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that day
the policeman was in a jolly mood
he sang on the job as he gunned people down
listen to his out of tune song while
cocking aiming firing his machine pistol
emptying the clip into running screaming people
reloading doing it again for he had ten clips
each of thirty two nine millimetre slugs
zipping zapping into people thud thud
the roar of his sub gun echoing about
quick call the cops there’s a mad man here!
oh he is a cop who’s just robbed a bank
plugged the teller thru the heart stone cold dead
studded the manager across the chest
all for a bag of gold sovereigns in his shirt
look how he stops to light a joint
deeply inhaling the weed with a smile
then opening fire into store windows
at terrified people hiding inside
who if they live will never forget
the mad singing shooting cop
who broke a dozen laws that day
Sunlight was paling.
Was it drifting on the sea
like an ebbing tide?
It glinted farewell
to a day of sovereignty
as twilight drew nigh.
At the cusp of night
a new monarch took the throne,
glowing was the moon.
Regal as a queen,
gowned in luminous silver,
she decreed her reign.
Celestial diamonds
surrounded her radiance,
facets of starlight.
Supernal nova!
Were they ornaments hanging
in galactic skies?
Incandescent prisms
were reflected in moonbeams
of lambent colors.
Dappled light of morn
was woven with threads of gold
by dawn's gentle hand.
Then, appeared pastels,
lavender, pink and amber,
painted by the sun
on the eastern horizon.
And if all I had
was a heart to give,
would that be enough?
and if all I had
in that heart were love
would love be enough?
for what good
is other wealth
of the world,
if the grave
pays no special
homage to Sovereigns?
with only love
pledging forever –
even sacred vow spoken
permitted in death do they
part....
I would like to think
that, love – above all! – lives
long beyond its heart –
A thin veneer of stormy war-clouds arising
To threaten the ever-roiling sovereigns,
Keeping the world in constant surmising
Hence no peace among the sister nations.
To threaten the ever-roiling sovereigns
Each greedily coveting the goods of another
Hence no peace among the sister nations
No family ties of ancestry, sister or brother.
Each greedily coveting the goods of another
Amassing armies for their supposed defenses
No family ties of ancestry, sister or brother,
Nations aggressively building needless fences.
Amassing armies for their supposed defenses
A fragile world divided into opposing castes,
Nations aggressively building needless fences
Makes a thinker wonder how long it can last.
A fragile world divided into opposing castes
Keeping the world in constant surmising,
Makes a thinker wonder how long it can last
A thin veneer of stormy war-clouds arising.
Written May 10, 2022
and all your worth is vain
and your eyes dive into the wrong ocean
when you believe you are drowning in the truth
in the man's house every corner is another world
and all are called partiality
all stem from insanity
manuals are wrong and you
when seek complicity
see that our destiny is called loneliness
because we are all distance
bumping into lost and desperate
in the empire of darkness
only the numbers survive sovereigns
predictable and sequential
indifferent to our quest
by the chimera of a world of equals
though they sought the gentle verse
a wracking pain drew up their purse
as thoughtless sovereigns hissed their curse
the dollars drained; their feign- rehearsed
this tragic dismantling
ever-torn fabric seams
flowing a pious demand of the feed
groveling majesties
planted their effigy
cordially under the pew cushion seats
stating repeat
loving the myrrh
silent decree
ebony spurs
intimidating serrated crest
emulates Ansel's view
challenges down-clad one
to climb her stretch-marked belly
a gaze upward
at silver glazed wall
the glacial rock face
mirrors reflection
filigree flakes
dissolve on the tongue
boot prints sink
crackle the earth
snow-white evergreens
sovereigns at treeline
bark shushing commands
silencing animals
knurled branches
dangle icicle prisms
sun-spotted glister
blinds vision of peril
jagged shards cleave
ragged gashes rake skin
rocks amass between boulders
force grueling detours
precarious pitons
frostbitten feet
belay icy sheer
as senseless hands fail
halo-lit cloud's
enveloping haze
shadows fickle crevasses
that repel gaffs
clawed to the summit
stand exhausted
raise stiffened arms
roar echo of triumph
O, come to our feast,
Suspend your drinking laws,
We've plenty of the Beast,
Guffaw! Guffaw! Guffaw!
This Beast is called Red Rum-
It's very potent, too.
Those who drink it-numb,
Their conscience runs askew!
It's the lifeblood of our Cause,
A right, a guarantee.
Our product has no flaws-
'It' wasn't meant to be!
Our Cause is such a lofty one,
The choice of all Elite,
Sovereigns have a lot of fun,
Red Rum is such a treat!
Red is our sign of victory,
Rum has the taste of bliss,
Freedom is our revelry,
A blessed drunkeness!
Red will mean a sacrifice,
But necessary is our choice,
Rum itself will not suffice,
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!
Who hails from yonder pew,
To argue for a life?
The thing is mere tissue,
Why cause us undue strife?
I have found your logic crude,
You morals, very rude!
Personally, you're a prude.
And, I'm really not in the mood!
"You have 'it' backwards, dude!"
... to my wife
I do not ask for an invaluable love;
I do not ask you to love me
unlimited;
I do not ask a boundless love.
I wish you loved me
in the short space of our steps,
in the narrow horizon
of the mutual glances and sighs;
I wish you loved me
in the intimate fief of ourselves,
in the small kingdom wherein we are
subjects and sovereigns;
I wish you loved me
in the strip of Heaven and Earth
where we live the moment,
in the gentle breeze that envelops us
in every now
in which you and I
exist.
Marco
Mother as wise as Solomon,
beautiful as the purple flush of dawn,
eyes like eccentric moons that quiver in some stationary tarn,
her love dwells like moonlight in my face,
we are familiar to her as a screenplay,
With memory like a sieve,
like a well-ordered cupboard,
ideas spreading with the speed of light,
succeeding each other like an empire of sovereigns,
her words kept ringing in my ears like the ding-dong of a bell.
As flexible as a rubber band,
her smile flashed over her face, like brightness over a flower,
her laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray,
her words sound like wavelets on a summer shore,
her voice soft and sweet as a tune that one knows.
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