On the dim lit streets of New York town
You danced for uncrowned kings
The whiskey harsh upon your lips
With eyes that could not see
And I'd await by the ocean's shore
With the horses tethered fast
For dawn would draw you homeward
From each exotic dance
You sought for what M'lady
While youth a withered vine
I had but love to give you
The rose of velvet time
In silks and pleasure lay your dreams
As stone became your heart
And I rode fast upon the winds
But your voice bade me come back
So life remained until the morn
When the music lost all rhyme
A sad goodbye upon the grave
The rose of velvet time
Categories:
uncrowned, 8th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Inspired by the YouTube’s videos
I watch the aging actors’ faces
Part of my youth, of there and then
The ruthless time erases traces
To waypoint stops, us younger when
So pensive, humbling and revealing
The glory past and fame archived
Age catches up, ain’t no concealing
And none of it can be revived
Those shows - naïve, addicting, funny
Or maybe serious and sad
The days one hasn’t had much money
Yet better-looking, girl or lad
The stunning beauties, macho fellas
They shined so brightly on the screens
We watched them, feeling slightly jealous
Uncrowned princes, lords and queens
Time has no mercy, twisting faces
And gruesome copies all is left
It slowly goes through the paces
Keeps us uneasy and bereft
Why do the actors age so oddly?
Me? I’m the same as ever been
To perish thought, dismissing broadly
The glaring truth, which isn’t sin
We gaze, but what’s the image here?
Not them. It’s us, the way we were
If you’re a woman – shed a tear
If you’re a man – go feel a stir
November 2, 2024
Categories:
uncrowned, age,
Form: Rhyme
I may glitter
But I ain't gold
But under these tremendous amounts of pressure
A Diamond, behold
When it's all said and done
And the story is told
About a King who was humble
Like the fly eating toad
Who wouldn't hesitate to hit them rumble strips on the side of the road
To lend a helping hand to MAN
Cause that's the debt that he owed
In his heart, he loved thy neighbor
The same way he loved his own
In the hearts of others
Is the place he called home
How long will he roam
On this lonely desolate road
Until he's finally crowned as the King of his throne?
Categories:
uncrowned, appreciation, celebrity, feelings,
Form: Rhyme
Sports Wresting
They sought a style of wrestling
Something legend were made of
Crisp moves showing each combatants
Abilities
Move for move
Move and counter move
Submttive and non submissive
Contestive rule enforced grappling
Blow for blow showing ahworld each
Competitors stance
Allowing to complete to riddle
The frustration of awkwardness
Smoothlines
Punch and counter punch
Move and counter move
Graceful exercusion allowing
Each combatants talents to be showcased
Winners defined by each stipulation
Wrestling
Pure and simple
Professional wrestlinbeyond the specticaul in in the midst of belonging
I cling to love:might should shield me
In every realm I am he
Who is champion
Might ah- world see.
I speak my name
Oh glorious
Crowned or uncrowned
In God we Trust
Categories:
uncrowned, analogy, engagement, integrity, language,
Form: Bio
Sabashtain Berlusconi made his
Presence Known
the Chant of
Pactolus the Magnificent
roar every where
He wore the strap of Honor
from
the Pergerus of Digulance'
the sacred beast of the fields
and the Gold from the
Pactolus.
He is said to
be the Uncrowned Champion
of Champions.
he spoke..1<(p/2n)<2
but 1 ( none is Greater!)
He proclaimed him
to be Greatest and Non Greater!
all other are meant to
deceive and are fraudulent
He spoke his male competitors as Undeserving
and there female interest as Strumpetious Elemento!
"Only i am authentic!"
"Only I am Authentic!"
all while Aulos and Oud
chanted pactolus the Magnificent
Hail Pactolus!
Categories:
uncrowned, music, myth, song, sports,
Form: Ballad
Wants, wishes bare, worries nowhere,
And mind care-free as never ere,
Whoever wants not a penny,
Emperor he's among many.
__________________________________
chah miti chinta miti, manava beparavah,
jisa ko kuch nahin chahiye, vah shahanashah.
He is the richest man in this world that wants nothing whatso. He that has nothing and wants nothing need worry the least, he is a man of carefree mind, he is an uncrowned emperor.
Categories:
uncrowned, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Embroidery whose titan never gets credit
An empire whose founder is long forgotten
And exists only as an adage, whose tale relives
Long forgotten history
History that ministered hope to those dimming out
Shone paths to those whose itinerary was threatened by
Dark dusks and cloudy daytimes
A magnate whose reputation was the
Long run cup of poison, brewed enough to take his life
An army general whose subordinates conspired and unseated
Him, uncrowned him from glory with thorns
A trusted cognate who is declared illegitimate at the reading
Of a will
We all are victims of our previous milestones misunderstood
Fruitful efforts unappreciated and rightful places robbed
Once we were at the pinnacle but we only stare up at it
From the footstool we found ourselves suddenly
The peak of one mountain seemingly the bottom of the other
The tempting decision to drop off the pinnacle and grow wings
To land on the top of Everest or the slopes of Aberdares
Whichever the outcome let it be loud,
You were once at the top, and you are back there!
Categories:
uncrowned, confidence, courage,
Form: Free verse
I can hear the crowd clapping as you strum,
transfixed you open another portal;
With each note becoming more overcome
easily you take a piece of their soul;
Every single person captivated;
Without uttering one melodic sound
all five senses are left elevated,
eliminating the rest king uncrowned;
Improvisation colors every chord
held them in the palm of a jam session;
Swallowing every long extended sword,
transferred them to a solid progression;
Taking in pain and exhaling grandeur,
the tortured soul of a guitar player.
Categories:
uncrowned, emotions, feelings, music,
Form: Sonnet
It’s time to play in the ground!
Have fun with merry-go-round.
Proving the mettle, it's a battleground,
Crazy noises clatter and resound.
With bodies sturdy and muscle-bound,
Every child is a prince uncrowned.
Naughty kid gives a harsh pound
Lovely children are spellbound.
Filling hearts with feelings so profound,
It’s time to disperse as the dark spreads around!
PLACED : 1ST
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 15-04-2022
Categories:
uncrowned, fun,
Form: Rhyme
Weasel was wiser than a coonhound
She weighed one pound, a foxhound
Traveled the campground and playground
Searched the fairground and all around
A sleuthhound, she would turnaround
Looking earthbound for something profound
On the rebound, her heart would confound
In the foreground was her hunting ground
She would often bum around and mess around
Searching the battleground for common ground
Renowned for her wisdom, though uncrowned
She took a ultrasound so she could stick around
Even going underground in the burial mound
Riding the merry-go-round so she could hang around
Nursery Rhyme 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve Roper
April 14, 2022
Categories:
uncrowned, child, childhood, children, nursery
Form: Rhyme
(at risk of life and limb) against scourge of
racial prejudice courtesy
of sharecropper grandparents
whose objection to racial segregation
based on an affront to the will of God,
whereby the young whip smart precocious lad,
(whose impact we now memorialize)
showed his true colorful promise
when a young student at
Liberal Crozer Theological Seminary
in Chester, Pennsylvania
where the yet uncrowned
eminent king came under the influence
of theologian Reinhold Niebuhr,
a classmate of his father's
at Morehouse College
who became a mentor by exposing
his protégée to liberal views of theology
planting the seeds of ardent activism
that gave rise to
The Southern Christian
Leadership Conference (SCLC),
an initial platform
allowing, enabling and providing acclaim
hoisted up by petard
invariably only heightened
(his) posthumous status
as thee most articulate orator
spelling binding the listeners
with his metaphors about his emphatic march
to a promised land where all
men/women could be brothers/sisters
and no person will be judged
by the color of his/her skin
raising morale of many dirt poor
ebony masses to feel a glimmer of hope.
Categories:
uncrowned, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
the sounds of a world which once rang
with the magical rhythms of rhyme
from sheep being shorn of wool
to remedies given by the spoonful
magic lie in the ticking of clocks
nonsensical like hickory-dickory-dock
sugar coating the process of learning
lessons came with a cadenced adorning
sailors at work on their ships
sea shanties sprang from their lips
cowpokes alone on the range
clerks counting out the small change
uncrowned royalty without retinue
pouring forth all the things which they knew
beauty came with words which were said
as if laughter and precision had wed
abandon in the scramble for time
the long lost realm of rhyme
Categories:
uncrowned, growth, happiness, lost, old,
Form: Rhyme
I wish to meet that innocent girl
Who's heart is pure as pearl
Had heard how naughty she's been
Drifting around like uncrowned queen
She knew no boundaries
Swinging away all the worries
I wish to sit calmly beside
Just to watch her being all quiet
She looks like me
As I have lived her once
That pure innocent soul
Has been me once
I won't tell her what the future holds
Just want to smile at those tiny little toes
I wish sitting there all day long
Listening her chitter chatter till Dawn
She was me
She is me
Yes, I have been a lil girl with tiny side buns
I adore her to the power of tons
Not only me, everyone has that child within
Whom we all once have been
I wish you too could meet that kid
And Reminisce all the mischief you did!
Categories:
uncrowned, childhood, dream, kid,
Form: Rhyme
Is the rose,
subtle tact,
sweet smell
wonderful sense...
Portentous,
pink look,
pr yellow, white
blue, black
Manu colora,
elegant silence
in love
dialogue...
It is flowering,
petal
pinkish
rosy florid...
Queen of flowers,
uncrowned,
no corolla
passionate,
mistress of passion...
Offered
with flower love, proof of love
of those in love...
Delighted, fine gift
for lovers,
is and always will be,
rose, beloved flower... !
Categories:
uncrowned, allegory, allusion, analogy, appreciation,
Form: Light Verse
Do you be long to be free
Flight of wing and soaring high
As the clouds float on your spree
In an azure blue Australian sky
Do you want to be keen of eye
Spotting me searching for you
In your uncrowned glory winging by
Flying carefree as above me you flew.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
uncrowned, nature,
Form: Dramatic Verse
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