Tudor House of Love
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
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Categories:
tudor, analogy, faith,
Form: Free verse
Shakespeare Recalled
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
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Categories:
tudor, emotions, passion, remember,
Form: Sonnet
The Tudor Rose, the Lion and the Sceptre of Light
"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
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Categories:
tudor, light, mother, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
Tudor Trail
Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease
King Henry VII, the bringer of peace
Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish
Descendants of which epitomise courage
A land of writers, a progress of arts
Embedded into the Tudor’s hearts
Embroidered gowns, heads and tales
The elegant wear of farthingales
A Tudor house, a college, a school
Established wealth of Tudor
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Categories:
tudor, child, education, history,
Form: Free verse
Tudor Court
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
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Categories:
tudor, history, lust, me, sensual,
Form: Free verse