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Michael R Burch Mar 2020
we did not Dye in vain!
by michael r. burch

(from “songs of the sea snails”)

though i’m just a slimy crawler,
     my lineage is proud:
my forebears gave their lives
     (oh, let the trumps blare loud!)
so purple-mantled Royals
     might stand out in a crowd.

i salute you, fellow loyals,
     who labor without scruple
as your incomes fall
     while deficits quadruple
to swaddle unjust Lords
     in bright imperial purple!

Originally published by The American Dissident

Notes: In ancient times the purple dye produced from the secretions of purpura mollusks (sea snails) was known as “Tyrian purple,” “royal purple” and “imperial purple.” It was greatly prized in antiquity, and was very expensive according to the historian Theopompus: “Purple for dyes fetched its weight in silver at Colophon.” Thus, purple-dyed fabrics became status symbols, and laws often prevented commoners from possessing them. The production of Tyrian purple was tightly controlled in Byzantium, where the imperial court restricted its use to the coloring of imperial silks. A child born to the reigning emperor was literally porphyrogenitos ("born to the purple") because the imperial birthing apartment was walled in porphyry, a purple-hued rock, and draped with purple silks. Royal babies were swaddled in purple; we know this because the iconodules, who disagreed with the emperor Constantine about the veneration of images, accused him of defecating on his imperial purple swaddling clothes!

Keywords/Tags: royal, purple, imperial, Tyrian, Byzantium, porphyry, swaddling, clothes, porphyrogenitos, mollusks, sea snails, royalty, kings, lords, emperors, popes
alaska jade Nov 2019
my baby’s ethereal
her jade crown, imperial
love me forever
my first haiku
lunademiere Apr 2019
I am searching for the imperial crown,
my body injured by the earthly pain,
the voice and scent of mankind,
I am reborn in the spiral of earthly evolution,
sip of divine scents,
the seeds of my unique being sprout,
kiss me and die,
vanished from life.
My new book is going to be published soon.
Meanwhile you can purchase my previous book 'The Allure Of Time' on amazon.
nick armbrister Mar 2019
from my new anti war book Eventful War
Nick Armbrister

Toy Box
To build an empire you need the right tools
And Imperial Japan had those in abundance
Armed to the teeth with skilled warriors willing to fight
Advanced warplanes like the Zero, Val and Kate
The best torpedoes in the world the Long Lance
The Bushido fighting spirit of never surrender
Outlawed explosive bullets won an empire
A wicked tool was the ‘Assault No 1’ standard military-issue ******
**** as a weapon of war with Comfort Women the prize
Fighting spirit blooded from 1931 until 1945
When the Divine Wind was unleashed
Ravenously fighting till the Imperial Empire fell
Imran Islam Nov 2017
You're the Creator of these creations
You know about all of the creations
This world and the heavens
always follow your rules.

You make the new day smile
that smile makes everything smile
In the night comes the darkness
or smiling the moon shines.

The tight group of stars
play with the lazy clouds
The darkest and the silent night
move away by the sunlight.

You are the Great and the Imperial
You are the True and the Eternal
You are my Lord
You are my God.
Cheryl Nov 2017
you took off the angel's halo
and put a crown on my heart
it's actually a lyrics from my fav chinese song
the song is called imperial crown
A Silence stirs within the people,
As the King anoints his knight.
The man of righteous renewal,
From the very start.

So it began,
His journey across Tamriel.
Searching for a way,
To save his people.

Armor of White,
Spear of the dragon.
He comes to fight,
Those who oppose him.

His only distraction,
A fair maiden.
With lips of ruby,
Hips of curve.

She can ****** anyone,
Then rob their home.
She sneaks within the night.
Only to serve.
Nocturnal the Daedric Goddess of the Dark World.

Evergloom shail it be.
When they cross paths.
Each night they meet...
So goes the Son of Skyrim,
Being tricked.

By the anointing Imperial.
Mother of the Pack.
Ah irony.....

— The End —