#monarchy
Some may never handle the gold promises that lay on the top of their head.
It will change the way you are built all the way to your DNA.
It will shape and twist your mind until there is no right way up.
Some think that there is no way to stop the crown,
But they are wrong.
Only the pure of heart and a soul with kindness may carry.
But beware the masquerade,
For all gold looks the same on a saint,
As it does on a monster.
But the crown becomes to much,
The pressure pulling you down,
All the way,
Till their head explodes,
With the bullets of the people.
May 19
May 19, 2026 at 11:28 AM UTC
The crown that one wears is only as powerful as its subjects allow
A king only as strong as his army
A queen only as impactful as the people that listen
So what happens when everyone stops
The people stop listening
The army becomes no more
The subjects stop allowing
the power to blaze on
So let's
crush all the crowns
**** all the kings
burn all the queen
until the kingdom is in pieces
and the monarchy is flames
Apr 17
Apr 17, 2026 at 11:53 AM UTC
A country with monarchy
Means you are no citizen,
Merely but a subject.
This fact you may try to reject,
Saying this & that
About statues & such
What limit royalties' powers.
Yet, I protest;
The influence granted
Over every facet of society
Is not something which can be limited
Through official legal means,
And rarely otherwise.
Things which pass through inheritance,
Things which pass through all types of channels,
Assets physical & otherwise -
Attributes rightly & not rightly earned.
And in weaker times
Or moments of crisis,
How easily any power limited
Can swiftly be regained.
And holding a royal position,
How easily these may be manufactured -
Crash, clash, ****
By economics, by warfare, by afflictions.
Sometimes it's doing everything,
Sometimes it means not doing anything.
Orders are different,
As by the Order(s) who has given.
Where, when, checks & balances become insufficient.
In democracy proper,
We are free.
We are the people
Whom celebrate liberty.
Yet, our freedom
Is always at stake.
For in the same merit,
One has the liberty to take
Where & when that society is not properly regulated
Or is otherwise poorly protected & guarded.
Where likewise the law is no meadow,
In the democratic
We must all tend to the garden -
Lest all be overgrown & lost,
As El Dorado.
One tale ends
Where another's tail begins.
In that,
It's sink with ¹Atlantis
Or learn to swim.
Only give up the ******** ways of superstition
Or be prepared for to be nothing.
Where, when, checks & balances are insufficient.
Jul 26, 2025
Jul 26, 2025 at 12:33 PM UTC
Tap, pause; tap, pause; tap, pause.
A lonely sound which echoes round an ancient hall.
And to its beat In single file emerge a King, as well the Princess Royal,
My lords of York and then of Sussex; peers of the realm, all duty bound
To take their places, which by ceremoniously doing thus evinces
Such enduring continuity when its viewed - that vigil of the princes.
The Royal Standard drapes the coffin
There in which the late Queen lies
Lions, rampart, passant guardant,
And the harp of Ireland, blue;
Scarlet, yellow, such bright colours;
Jewelled the crown which sits there too.
And in the coffin ‘neath that glory
Lies our Queen now stiff, now cold.
Three score years and ten her story,
Three score years and ten which queue
From Southwark Park to Lambeth Bridge,
Just once more their Queen to view.
Just once more their Queen to view,
Patient, waiting through the night.
All walks of life to whisper through
This hall built by the Conqueror’s son.
Mute might it stand yet shout so loud
Of Britain’s past and of its history proud.
Tap, pause; tap, pause; tap, pause.
A lonely sound which echoes round the ancient hall.
And to its beat In single file emerge a King, as well the Princess Royal,
My lords of York and then of Sussex; peers of the realm, all duty bound
To take their places, which by ceremoniously doing thus evinces
That enduring continuity when its viewed - the vigil of the princes.
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 6:16 PM UTC
So the freaks who have more alienated themselves,
And as consequence us all,
As though they are royalty
Slander the name of all of Europe;
It's nobility & law,
It's cultures & histories?
Asia and the Africas,
Even those of this same continent?
Where do you hope to go, creatures?
For when, not now if,
You craft for yourself a throne,
We shall pin you to it
And make ourselves a new monument.
There, on the banks of reflection,
You will hear our rally call;
Then you shall fall.
Ad tyrannos calcamus!
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 11:48 AM UTC
Bow to the aspirant? Be defiant!
Quite the to-do of the ado hoo-ha.
Shan't you have forgot,
The place you have come up
Is and forever will be democratic.
If Kings are making a comeback,
Kneel.
Give me the crown
Or I will pick it out of the gutters:
I will pick it off your corpse.
If there's pitch to be made,
Prepare for the tar & feathers.
Prepare for the pikes & pitchforks,
For the oil & torch.
Blockade your birdges, flood your moats,
Ready the given defenses!
If Kings are making a comeback,
I will **** you with pen
And put you to death by the sword.
We will march your head around
After we've torn it off.
We will parade your silly decrees about
After we've ripped them apart.
We will drag your body through town
After we've murdered you.
There we'll leave you
In some famous roundabout,
For the crows to feast;
For the animals to pick you clean.
They will say of you,
"Now he's only skull & crossbones!
I had thought him a royal
But he burned & boiled -
Screamed & soiled,
Just the same as I would!"
Sins of the father, eh?
I only hope you didn't ***** your family
With your crimes & repulsiveness.
Submit to the giant? Slay the tyrant!
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 10:50 AM UTC
Queen
"Are not lashes, lashes still, the blood spill,
One in single tyrant's name, other more?
Those ten thousand's tyrants still, men or not."
Madman
"No," said madman, "one's justice, other's whim,
Either all are free or none really is,
In People's name, We all are Free By Laws."
Queen
"That's just another name of all hope lost."
Madman
"Still as People decreed, by People's Will"
Queen
"If ten thousand rule, you are despots all."
Madman
"No, If each one have say, then We're Slaves Not."
Queen
"Will you raise gallows till all are headless"
Madman
"Only till all of their hearts are spotless"
Queen
"To me that rings like howls of a mad crowd"
Madman
"They're sounds of chains ripped, crowns melted, bones ground"
Queen
"If ruled that way, city will surely rot.
You'll leave only graveyards" queen marked.
Madman
"Then, Rot shall be Tried under People's Laws,
What wonderful graveyards those will be"
Queen
"You are a pack of wet cats" Queen sighed.
Madman
"Watered by you, drawstrings drawn" he agreed.
Queen
"Your truth's so exact, they're means of unjust.
Yours sure are not laws, they are merely dust."
Madman
"If so They are For Us, By Us, To Us."
Queen
"Gods, you will devour us, till the last one."
Madman
"Like the oncoming storm, we'll quarter them.
Give me the right, you say, the laws and swords.
I will keep you safe till the storm has passed.
Then service becomes rule, rule tyranny,
Till lovingly yoke's fastened to our necks"
Queen
"What is this I hear, what's this horrid song?"
Madman
"A song of revolt, of rebellion!
Harsh, unforgiving, oh so glorious.
Just like the warm wine running through my veins.
You think us outnumbered? How many there,
of us and how many yours? Oh tyrants!
And for the lashes struck at our back,
Every last one will be called to account
if gallows must be raised for cobblers
and kings and devils and angels alike,"
With voice like flint, madman said "so be it."
Feb 6, 2025
Feb 6, 2025 at 7:01 AM UTC
Clearing ivy,
pulling up handfuls of
choking bindweed,
uncovering delicate
wildflowers in
neglected garden corners,
and there’s this
tiny bird
lying in the dirt.
Feathers sparkle
pretty and golden,
as fairytale light
falls through
parted vines.
Surely dead,
but then
- like Snow White
surfacing from
magic apple-induced
dormancy -
the bird moves,
woken by the kiss
of sunlight and
being witnessed,
and seems to breathe.
A gloved finger’s
exploratory, leathery ****
a moment to realise,
then disgust,
sharp recoil.
A wing lifts;
gleaming feathers
parting reveal the
crawling mechanics inside,
the writhing, parasitic mess
behind the sick illusion,
the briefly faked miracle
of something
like life.
Away over a fence,
Union bunting
***** erratic and jarring
in a neighbour’s garden.
In a stuffy town hall,
the town band is practising
God Save The Queen, but
still can’t keep time.
Our betters wave to us from
high palace balconies
and golden coaches, and we
cheer them for it.
There’s such hunger, such
pain and desperation out there,
you can feel it, if you
forget to stop yourself.
There’s so much tragedy and injustice,
you have to go numb or go crazy.
There’s no future we can see,
and the past has been rewritten
to reflect the views
of focus groups,
fascists and fantasists.
And there’s a bird
lying in the dirt,
garlanded by fragrant petals,
feathers flashing like jewels,
so dead
it looks like
it’s breathing.
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 7:31 AM UTC
To dance through the
negotiations of gods and men,
To pull the strings
tighter than the strings of your dress.
Adrift from hand to hand,
with fingertips soft as leather
and a head as empty as the city,
you delicately play your hand.
God has woven your souls,
or so the legend is told.
But somehow I find you four years later
With another man, and a country to rule.
Apr 1, 2019
Apr 1, 2019 at 9:53 AM UTC
i built an empire on my back
and it grew like a staircase up my spin.
hunched over from the weight,
i crawled on my knees until they were scraped and bloodied,
my wounds reopening amidst the battle.
"victory stands on the back of sacrifice,"
so i crawl
because i am still moving.
and when my body breaks under the strain
of the new world order
i will collapse,
but it will not be in vain.
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
Three nobles were fleeing
after the monarchy had been overthrown
Three non-polar amino acids were trying to get away
from the polar gel they were on
They were escaping through means of a merchant who dealt with the black market
He gave priority to those who paid a heftier sum
The amino acids were aided by a non-polar liquid solution
The more non-polar the amino acid the higher up the solution could get them
But alas! For the merchant lacked the resources to
get the nobles out of danger
The amino acids all eventually reached the top of the gel sheet
But they would need extra aid to go over the top
And that is my science class
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
What are kings, if not selfish cruel creatures,
thrones built of sacrifices,
the blind lambs of faith.
Their misdeeds,
their whims being the guiding path.
Will, paving the concrete path of others.
But,
though brow beaten,
the knight cries.
"To what shalt we be if not without the guidance of kings,
kissed by the angels of the holy,
blessed beneath the stars?
What of the olive branch they provide?
Of the prospering and the peasantry."
Oh,
how they cry within their armoured shells,
suffocating under their oaths.
Unspoken promises to their god,
their king,
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Dumb Streets stroll along with brains of blitz
to an evening ritual of bathing with blood
where young smiles melt away and tears dry out,
guilty die and so do the ones who dare to doubt,
audience calls it the crowned fool’s supper
but our fool names it ‘Blooming of the Juniper’.
Dumb Streets poke their pride with ***** knives,
scoop their brains out for the queen of beehives
and surrender their soul for a single penny
which leads them to a war-zone surrounded by jinni.
The poor souls mustn’t retreat to the fool,
who’d treat them as his supper or a war-tool.
Dumb Streets fed-up, riot with sullen spirits,
they burn bridges and **** the fool’s puppets.
The supper gets heavy as the days go by,
our fool feasts on rioters who’ve sworn to die.
Soon the puppets disappear into thin air
and leave the palace for rioters to spare.
Dumb streets have our fool as their supper,
sink their shelters with wine and clutter,
but fail to notice uprising of another fool
who’d played leader of fish in the pool.
Shower mercy O! wise Fool upon your streets,
preach the dumb, who wonder what he eats.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
how can you call yourself a king
when you're not even living in a monarchy?
how can you call yourself a king
when you treat everyone like they're peasants?
how can you call yourself a king
when your heart is made out of fool's gold?
and how can you call yourself a king
when you don't even know what it takes
to be one?
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:47 PM UTC
The result of privatization
Is a loss too great to bear
Government bowing to Industries
Leading us towards despair
Industries teach our children
Whatever whim they choose
While government stands in shackles
It'll happen while we snooze
Gamble with Social Security
Until there is nothing left
The brokers will have the money
While leaving us all bereft
Take elderly off of Medicare
Give them a voucher instead
When the market costs too much
Who'll pay for their hospital bed?
When people remove a government
What will come in its place?
The wealthy, the prideful, the arrogant
Will take charge of the human race
Didn't we fight for our freedom
To break from the monarchy?
Privatization rules through business
For the elite to rule with greed
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC
They called us crazy
Mocked the crowns upon our heads + the flowers in our hair
But they really don't know us
They will never care
So we continue our Monarchy of Roses
To hide from our awful despair
Bleeding in wonderful hues
We die together in the stars
Our lavish deaths will be remembered
And we shall wreak havoc from afar.
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 6:40 PM UTC
You are hidden from view
You don’t see me
I don’t see you
This makes me nervous,
You see
I know what you have done
Through history
The wars you’ve caused
The blood you’ve shed
Down so many streets
Rolling heads
Armies and power
Rows of stones
Crosses and flowers
Court jesters
And child molesters
Clowning around
Bishops and criers
Lingering liars
Towers and trials
All of the arrogant
Baying and praying
For a male child
****** horsemen
Hunting with hounds
We no longer want you
Around
Sean Hunt May 5 2016
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 6:10 PM UTC
when we're tired of sleeping, I'll take you from our bed, and if you choose to collapse, the queen will have your head.
I'm hoping you'll have the strength to keep from turning red, because red is her color, and I don't want to see you dead.
it's only monarchy, why does it eat at me?
we've lived this way for years, so why is my stomach turning now?
I have not seen the stars in the sky in years.
where did they go?
when my body's fading, the Angels hold the key. but they've gone from my reach; abandoned me.
I'm not the best at speaking, but without you I'd be dead.
and I'm not the best at loving, but you're always in my head.
Feb 8, 2016
Feb 8, 2016 at 2:06 AM UTC
Monarchic Rant
Though I was born in Britain
I am not a 'Brit'
I do not fit in
Their houses are so cold
Because they are too cheap
To turn up the ****** heat
I find some of them deceitful,
They self-righteously pretend
To be serene
And peaceful
But love to fight
All over the world
Blasting other beings
Into the netherworld
Tied to tradition
They insist
On going against the global grain
They weigh in stones
And still drive on the wrong
****** side of the road
They sing 'God Save The Queen'.
God has more common sense
He believes the word 'Excellency'
A too commonly used currency
Slapped, like a hat
On the head of a simple aristocrat
God save the common people
Living under too many thumbs
Of pretentious and powerful people,
With utterly obscene incomes
Sean Hunt Windermere Dec. 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
Golden crown
Dancing gowns
Swirling dresses
Are shimmering
Orchestra makes the sound
Watch the glass ball glimmering
Angels on the plastered wall
Painted in your preference
Perfect people prancing perfectly
While the poor are starving
Ruling class
Never lasts
Ages will not remember them
Years to come
What they run from
Is the truth
Monarchy
Stupidity
Docility of the masses
Enslave the brave
Make them kiss the brasses
Big fat *****
In the military
And brainwash all of the children
Wealthy woman
Gleaming gems
Exist in popular circles
Hasn’t changed much since then
But in the end
The money made monarchy
Will get what it deserves
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
she ruled kingdoms three
the land were prisoners roam free
she spent her time staring at walls
making worlds which would never fall
the chieftain came in and bowed at her feet
'My Queen,the enemy has left us no option -
surrender or retreat.'
Aghast,bewildered and tensed she paced the court
'Oh dear! did they sink our boat?'
'Your majesty, will you please tell how to act in such a situation?'
'You fool! how am I supposed to answer when I am the Queen of Procrastination!'
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC