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Through the darkest night,
In the midst of ash
Ahead of its time –
Where the blackest black
Of filth and fire
Consume, devour – repeat…

A Light shines.

And while fools
Dance with death
To the tune of
An evil they call “good” –
Grinding their teeth
To curse and boast…

A Voice sings.

And as the earth groans –
Aching under the weight of
The birth of many children
Called “Destruction,”
Who've grown to eat and ****
Their own…

A King reigns.

.
he had
        never               experienced the glow before

her love
        reigned on him
        showered         him with    sunlight kisses

and he
  
        he held the reign bow in his hands






napowrmo day 4
april 4, 2019
(c) rochellefoles
interesting to use homonyms now and again.  this is, i think rather obvious, but if not reign, rather than rain alludes to who wears the pants, tiara and sits on the throne with the septor!
the strength and power of my charm,
will rule the lust upon the land,
my lips so cruel they shine the power,
some dis-beliefs withstand my glamour,
one day they will rue the day,
I ****** and destroy your reign,
on my throne you will not survive,
I **** and rule, now stay behind,
in quest for love I saw the man,
so strong like death, beyond God,
he stole my charm,
he made me melt,
we start to reign,
now knell before me and my man beyond God.
Poem from my book 'The Allure Of Time' now available on amazon in English, French and German.
Johnny walker Dec 2018
For twenty years I lived  the life with a beautiful
wife
Felt like a King with his queen we ruled our own
the little kingdom that of our home
our castle an English mans home to where we lived and loved
but sadly she died and my castle walls came crashing
down
our kingdom was
all but gone our realm
our reign as king and queen was
over
Live with Helen I felt like a king Helen being my queen
Irina BBota Dec 2018
When I shall pass the threshold of non-life
I shall be swept away by a soothing confusion.
I shall be a tamer of souls, a fearless wife
who shall sleep in the shade of a blooming illusion.

When I shall close my eyes for the last time,
don't get sick with black sadness, if you please.
Think that there was a girl not committing a crime
by speaking tenderly to your heart, on her knees.

When I shall sleep my dreamless dream
I shall stop from everything, invaded by a chill.
You shall find broken lines of mine in a song-theme
about our hearts beating in unison, as a thrill.

Don't let yourself be overwhelmed by the pain
and the chaos that might install into your heart.
Sip eagerly the air that covers the silence in your reign,
for I know, one day we will give our lives a restart.

We shall continue then together our afterlife,
we shall be able to look through the truth.
The time of rinsing dreams will be sung by a fife,
for renewing our vows and regain our youth.

There shall then appear colourful stripes on the sky,
the world shall think they are shadows of the past.
Overwhelmed by delusions they shall say goodbye,
for we shall be reborn, this time our love shall last.
Pauper of Prose Aug 2018
The pasture lays abandoned
The barn is bare
The fields grown overripe
Fences lay fallen
Roads returning to dirt
Not a single tool lifted
Nor a single human whimper
Nay a cry from any creature
Had been heard for many eons
And one may wonder
Of the perished and of paradise
For Earth lay singing
While all else is silent
And some long for music
And some long for quiet
And all long for something
And some long without knowing
And some long for things long gone
And some long just to go along with others longing
And some are just so winded from being long winded in longing
So longings lengthen,
Filling us to the brim with hollow wants
And this perfect paradox becomes
Pandemic
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018


~ ♡ ~

A
dark day
has befallen the
Court of Hello Poetry
How it saddens me to see
the good Queens and Kings
to suffer at the hands of jealous
enemies who seek to destroy others
and their Kingdoms. Though she was
exquisitely dressed, she had a humble
heart; many had a good word about her,
though I did not get to meet her, though I
did not see her,     I could see the light she
had shine in the hearts of others.        She
had a wonderful smile       but invaders;
false Kings and Queens        spewed
nothing but abuse,               and it
made      her      surrender
her crown

~ ♡ ~

I
could only
watch as she
grabbed the ends of
her silk skirts and run out
of the bustling halls, tears down
her soft face.     I could not reach
her but at the dawn,        from the
balcony,          I saw the ship sail
away,         towards the sunset
into the unknown.      How
my heart is so
heavy

~ ♡ ~

To
see a
true artist,
a true queen
leave forever. At
seeing her tears, her
crying soul staining the
floral marble floors, and the
invaders   feeling   satisfied   at
her    pain   and her 'destruction'
Those   who   dare   to  denounce
are   never  Kings  or   Queens.
To be so jealous, so insecure
and think you led her to
her 'destruction'

~ ♡ ~

I
will say
this - you may
have won the battle
but  you will NEVER
win the war. Because the
true   Kings and Queens will
band   together,  we  will  stand
together    to protect our haven  for
we see, we know who the true artists
are.  I will continue to shed tears of pain
and   sorrow for the loss of this artist,  but
I will always hope that when the sun rises
she   will return to us once more. She  will
never leave our minds, she has touched
so many hearts. Her legacy, her reign,
her   kingdom will always    stand
eternal, will stand immortal
now and always.

~ ♡ ~



Had to get the turmoil off my chest.
This one's for Vicki
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
Years pass across land
Rising sun reaches further
Flutter, summer's night
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Moon shines with wisdom
Happy thoughts within this mind
The stars, my lanterns
Queen Lyn is looking at the stars from her chamber, with high hopes for the future after her achievements today!
Lyn ***
veritas Jul 2018
push and pull like a tug of war dance
on dissident minds speak
in twisted tongues refuse
the cards you are dealt this is not wonderland.
you left your home to wake up to black horsemen and
sleep to a warm darkness
it's a house of cards
you live in
by tattered shreds hangs your reality torn up bits
flying because this is not paradise.
this is a door blown open this is a scream ringing
clear as night
it’s the midwife of death
bearing a basket of wilting roses and a glass of
vice it’s
deteriorating in the touch of dissipation
melting away like the fabric of a net of
lies lies snakes slithering from mouths it's an evil
nobody could have seen
birthed from the depths of your heart but
it's the truth.
hidden underneath your skin oh dear
wake! for the ground misses your kisses
and the public seems to just adore you so
arise! for your redemption rests in the hands of a
forsaken god, and he has left judgement
in the eyes of a juryless court;
for you are the king
and you must do what a king does—
reign.
the fascist anathema.
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