Above London street is where you will find me
standing tall against the walls of Poetry;
I hold admonition and deprivation of starvation,
The aftermath of a darken past only sings lullaby dreams to me.
All will stand and bow down to a street clown
Oh, but never me this all can see;
A New World to the lost and found that stands so proud
that cry's out loud to the fools that feed on greed,
Among lies hold things untied in life
with a hunger to please,
The applicant apprehensive the future with anxiety over me;
Oh, look what be bees had found in poetry
their arrival got very stick
locked into a box with no honey
But flying made Bees...
That babysits the haters of lies that keeps them up all night
You know that is right with no lies,
Look at the balloons and the cartoons about you
that fly's high upon into the clouds roaming around to be clowns.
I am a strong woman that fights with the wild beast
that keeps on a chase after me like bees
Oh, meeting season is over so move on an old rover,
The plague of true beauty stand within me
The reaction of lost passion for hunger bees
got a present from me;
Strawberries are bitter with poison honey from the bumblebees
that fight for the queen and that would be me,
Black pine over time in the trees of darkening dreams
Orange lights in the lairs eyes that keep on haunting after me,
rook that bleeds pain for a rainy day
in Decembers, whether bluebirds sing looking for the bees
burning letters in crying cold weather are the haters,
in candlelight gives me sight for what is right in God's eyes.
Some strained their eyes just to see who is fighting for me.
- Judy Emery © 1990
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery