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.
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*crown*
*sovereigns*
*wear*with*glory*
*places*unseen*burden*
*upon*royal*head*
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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.
Green to amber then red
The green butterflies sometimes look light blue in the sun
The lemon and lime leaves touch the sky and reflections come
The brown tree trunks stand so very tall with branches that winds make hum
The moss is like velvet on which you can go on journeys far into the eye of the forest far gone
The pond is an oasis in the middle of corn fields yellow somewhere far away from home to some
A cold can of pop is a must for the sun drains and makes red necks of the milk white skin of our young
Celtic brothers from many clans from far and wide to congregate round the woodlands to play for innocent fun
Many dogs are let loose in these places because there’s nowhere else for them to chase around and to run
One of the last places the land owners have not sold off for gold sovereigns and to build boxes for the poor to peer out of there windows from
Make the most of our green and pleasant land for it may be here today but tomorrow will be just an asylum.
If I were a dragon, burning old bridges
with the fire that I breathe,
I would perform tricks, from way up high,
and eternally seethe,
lend a daring claw for those in need.
If I were a dragon, I wouldn't cause mayhem
upon the people.
Although I'm sure I'd be tempted for those
sovereigns high on their steeple,
not the matador, but the bull.
If I were a dragon, beautiful
and so meticulously preen,
the world would give me the dunce cap,
every crawling thing would be so mean,
provoking me to intervene.
If I were a dragon, burning old bridges
with the fire that I breathe,
I'd hide my great bulk in the darkest cave,
my claws would be always sheathed,
and forevermore I would grieve.
For the Mythological Animals Contest.
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