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Mane Omsy May 2017
Look at you
Charming and gorgeous
It always does give me
Goosebumps

It's like a soft pat
On my bare belly
Spreading the fingers
It sends a vibration
A sense to all my body
To millions of hairs
To rise, and embrace
Your presence
You are always mine
Jawad Apr 2017
When the breeze announces
‘Her Majesty, the Queen!’
Flowers and branches bend
You enter the garden...
Spring is a kingdom, she rules it, and I have been exiled...
They enjoy so many women throughout the weeks and months

And here I am thinking about the same one throughout all that time.

Why be in a palace of princesses when you can have one with a Queen?

One that impacts my moods and inspires my dreams

Somebody that is on your team

Until the end of time itself

Why would you want a drove of women who don't really care about you like that?

I want to be able to do what I love and come home to whom I love so deeply

She makes me joyful and easy to act weeply

What a wonderful heart that's steeply

Into hers.

A sensible man

Will long for who he loves forever.
NURUL AMALIA Apr 2017
the world grows older
it's just like me
but when I was younger
I pretended to be doughty
as they saw from the outside
my queen and king let me travel this world
it was the right time
and their hance
I started my stride
left my castle and others
hey it's not easy!
it's not my place, not my home
but sometimes I realized
I'm not their little girl anymore
then I learn how to learn
"The Queen, the Queen,
The Queen does come forth," yells a girl from St. Anne's to the patrons in court.
The Queen's procession wraps around the lake right over the bridges and up to main gate.
The criers are ringing their bells.
"Make way, make way," yells Saint Blaise.
The next to come forth is the Kriegshunde of old yelling knockviter to those who would be bold.
Steel Bonnet came next, clinking and clanking like a rusty steel mess.
Then the footmen came forth with pikes so high that they slice through the trees with a fright.
The Mariners came shambling past, those sea-loving folk, you know the ones without anything that floats.
Then the flags of all companies converge in front of the nobles we so deserve.
As you see the drummers called Rolling Thunder precede the Queen's chair,
  and a patron yells, "Is that the Queen of the faire?"
Copyright 2017 Michael Robert Triska
I have been volunteering at the renaissance faire for 28 years.
hazem al jaber Mar 2017
My queen...





O my sweet dear queen...

to you i am writing...

my pen penning my feelings to you...

trying to let you know how much i miss you...



my queen...

wish you know, how much feelings i hold inside...

wish you feel my honest love which i keep into my heart...

wish you know, how i feel just when i see you...

O my queen...

wish you know...

no one lived into my hearts' land...

no one has a rights to think about...

no one lived into my dreams...

no one shared me my loneliness...

no one touched the sensitive part into my heart...

only you...

the only one who owned the mind and the heart...

owned my heart...

and become my queen...



O my queen...

sweet lovely queen...

please come be more close to me...

come and look into my eyes...

come and see the frame into my eyes...

its your picture into that frame...

drew into there from a long age...

and written around your picture...

i love you...



O my queen...

to you i am writing a meanings embodied by my soul...

and written through my breathes...

and sent to you through my longings' breeze...

chose you and called you...

to house forever your heart...



my sweet lovely queen...

my beautiful amazing tune...

and the address to my life...

you are my world which i always dive in...



from my missing seas...

sending you my perfumed warm lovely longings...

reminding you...

about this love...

about your lover...

that lover who holds you always into his heart...



dears lovely readers...

did you know now, who is my queen...

who is my sweetheart...



tomorrow or after tomorrow...

she will talk by herself to you all...

to tell you about her lover...

about me...


by :  hazem al jaber ...
Arcassin B Mar 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

On days when you wouldn't speak then
Reply later in the afternoon would be the
Absolute greatest just reviving your presence as
later company than usual,
Telling me all your hardships and me explaining
How to conquer them all in order to keep it
Mutual,
Making things easier for you to allow yourself to
Cope with,
Learning about you all the time
With all the time we put in,
Just two troubled teens in ****** situations thats
Almost impossible to get out of but it takes time,
I'd give up so much of my life here and all my
Family just to be with you in this time to be civilized,
Living life like the people who escaped society to be
Actually free in maintaining themselves and their
Children,
In a time where there would always be time for us
Putting our relationship to the test to face this
Weird world while stricken,
I enjoy that were in the same boat.

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Me , me , me will always be loving you , you , you,
No matter the cost of anything that we do,
Because what we do...
Resolutes in peace,
Not in pieces,
Your flattered by the overly obsessive compliments,
That's what I do,
To make a queen out of you,
Nothing is long overdue,
For us,
We may fuss,
But most times we act silly,
I'm glad your loving me,
Me...
....Me.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/03/in-same-boat-me-me-me.html
Katelyn Rew Mar 2017
There once was a princess, as beautiful, intelligent and kind as could be.
One day a prince came along, but none of her kindness and beauty he could see.
Nonetheless she loved him more than all the planets and the stars in the sky,
but he treated her poorly, never appreciating her, and it wasn't until a few years went by,
that she kicked him out and realised how stupid she'd been,
she was sad, angry and alone, but after much self love and reflection,
that princess is now a Queen.
MARK RIORDAN Mar 2017
THE COMMONWEALTH GAMES
THE QUEEN'S BATON RELAY
THE POETRY OF QUEENSLAND
IN BUCKINGHAM PALACE TODAY


MY BOOK IS IN THE PALACE
MY LETTER FROM THE QUEEN
PROMOTING OUR BEAUTIFUL STATE
LIKE NEVER EVER SEEN


I AM A BRISBANE POET
THE QUEEN HAS MY BOOK
THE BATON RELAY HAS STARTED
BY HOOK OR BY CROOK
THE POETRY OF QUEENSLAND HAS BEEN IN BUCKINGHAM PALACE SINCE MAY 2016. THE COMMONWEALTH GAMES GOLD COAST. THE QUEEN'S BATON RELAY HAS COMMENCED. THIS BOOK IS A BEAUTIFUL GIFT OF THE GAMES IN AUSTRALIA IN 2018.
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