He stood there in the front of the room bathed in light
and suddenly he turned into a halo right before my eyes
All that was once invisible to me was now a Holy matter
and all the things I oft kept shut were opened wide ajar
He was kindness personified and as he framed me still,
I heard the swoosh of his gown as he came forward to
wrap his arms around me tight, then he whispered,
"I Love You So" nodding deeply, it was all understood.
Though I was unfit to untie His dusty leather sandal
I was the one who had to wipe the tears away from
His moonstruck cheek,
He turned me into a Mystic that day, then
as all labels of meekness shed from my soul,
I became strong as I entered His Tudor house, of LOVE...
Form: Free verse
Stratford-upon-Avon Shakespeare's town
Where shades of the past are present each day
in daub and wattle homes there can be found
Medieval moments that are at play.
Tragedies staged with death quite violent
In his writing of revenge and torment
Shakespeare lies buried his quill now silent
He wrote of passion and evil portent.
On cobbled street where Tudor shoe did tread
Walk in the footsteps of the sonneteer
His shadow alive although bard is dead
Empathic souls adjust to yesteryear.
Enduring atmosphere Shakespeare's past
Tangible moment he holds us steadfast.
Form: Sonnet
"The Tudor Rose, The Lion and The Sceptre of Light"
God bless
The Queen
Shield of Tudor Rose
and Lion rampant
the 3 of Lionheart,
guardant passant
Unicorn and azure harp
rose and thistle stand
with shamrock, connected
wars and battles
conflicted, a home
not seamless,
stands firm, apart
sanctuary is never easy
when grief is the price
we pay for love
duty bound
for Love,
of Her dominion
and Her people
Lion and Lamb
above all others,
at all cost, to self
constant Her
selfless shield of duty,
brave royal heart
arms never folding
outstretched
open wide apart
dieu et mon droit
"God and my right"
before Life, it starts
God bless
The Queen,
a life long lived
walking towards
Her sovereign,
now in sight
calls to Her
as if She
were a child,
halo crown
sceptre of Light
The Lion passant
her mighty Sovereign,
King and Lord,
now in her sight
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
Queen Elizabeth II
(b. 21.4.26 - d. 8.9.22, 96Yrs)
Form: Free verse
Oh, aren't they grand
Love comes dancing
hand in hand
Bowing to each other
Fluttering lashes all around
From the yoke of sensual bondage
You leave me wanting more
Needing drops of grace to save me
The lust of my youth still cries out
With a touch of his fingers to skin
He would rekindle her lust even higher
With a twinkle in his eye, he bows to her
A garden I have, which, has never been touched
Though, he is a proud gardener I can tell
Therefore, lord, protect me from my thoughts
For the bloody butcher, has me at his will
I beg of you, keep my thoughts from me
Let him not take it from me, as the others before me
5 15, 2012
Was watching "The Other Boleyn Girl" Natalie Portman, Scarlett Johansson, Erica Bana from 2008. Someone might try casting king Henry with red hair since he was a redhead.
Form: Free verse