"majestical" poems
Pharaoh Tutankhamun graced the Egyptian throne,
A ***** brisk and spry.
From his majestical hands, dangled a scepter
And on his handsome head, sat a crown.
His empire was at its peak
For he wielded influence all over africa.
The bearded Europeans and nubianS sought his protection
For egypt, was a haven.
So organised was the land:
Amun-re and maat protected the people,
The country grew with the help of viziers.
Agriculture was a noble profession in the land,
As her economic markets were the best in the world
Egypt gave light to Greece and Mesopotamia
For her civilisation altered many a life.
And also, was the birth place of man
Such, was the land of egypt
The middle ages stroke and Europe went to sleep
But mama africa gave birth to many strong children:
Ghana, Mali, Songhai and many more
These children shoke the world with their riches and organisation.
Such was the history that africa recorded before they came.
Fredriech Hegel in want of speech said:
“Africa never had a history before the whites came.”
Such a mediocre declaration from an illiterate
For in place of his brain, graced a kidney.
Africa was well civilised before the bearded people came:
We had a religion
We had education as seen in egypt
We had a well organised system in all aspects.
We had everything needed for prosperity,
We attracted them with our gold, thus they came.
But most of all, we believed in equality.
Such was africa before they came
But when the bearded people came,
They altered our ways and put us in stocks
Then said: “we had no history.”
Oblivious that africa had made history,
BEFORE
AND BEFORE
THE
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 7:39 AM UTC
BE you still, be you still, trembling heart;
Remember the wisdom out of the old days:
Him who trembles before the flame and the flood,
And the winds that blow through the starry ways,
Let the starry winds and the flame and the flood
Cover over and hide, for he has no part
With the lonely, majestical multitude.
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Closing my eyes, getting lost in daydreams of what I longed for all my life . Fantasizing about my unquenched thirst just to be loved. Without realizing each time we spoke what was right in front of me. Was it the fear of letting someone enter into my heart,of believing that what I was dreaming was your déjàvu . That warmth that surged into me like electricity, leaving me trembling, was the flame of your Majestical touch . Your voice echoed into where I dared not to let anyone enter. The musical symphony of both are hearts beat and souls songs in a rhythmical eternal dance was created as you whispered those three words , gently brushing your lips upon my skin left my mind hypnotized; seduced. Now that I have tasted your love I sit here dreaming with the hunger to feel you again. I await for my insatiable thirst and desire of you to leave me elated lost in euphoria of your loving touch. Till then my heart returns to our déjàvu .
© copy write ~ cherry rose 2015
Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 2:44 AM UTC
See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
He found a fella with a hole in his head.
Sad zombie fella.
He found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Uses it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.
No fun.
A newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,
Now he's dead.
Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.
Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.
Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him breast is always best.
Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****
Yummy,yummy, really sick.
Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Remembering days of living.
Always was a *****
The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.
Eleanor.
She fancied a nibble on the bladder and kidney.
Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.
***** tasting of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******
Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?
You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.
Hell.
I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,
They're trying to eat me.
That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******** won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.
He did.
Son of a *****
Made me cry.
For a second or two.
Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
The poetic apprentice constantly
ponders and plans.
He dreams up wondrous writings that through critisms can stand.
He imagines mystical miracles he elaborates with his hand
Unending possibilities his vast
Mind demands
He scoures the depths and peruses vast heights.
He indulges crisp, cool mornings and envelops the nights.
He listens for lyrical lullabies and observes majestical sights.
He journeys throughout space
as he embarks on jaw-dropping flights.
The poetic apprentice searches
The depths of his heart
He dissects it and reads it
And tears it apart.
Then divulges it's secrets
And crafts them into his art
He wishes so dearly that his
Work becomes no disaster
He keeps his senses in tune
In hopes he'll one day be a master
As more work pours out the
Pressure grows faster and faster
But he'll slow down and humble himself
As his work evolves and becomes vaster
Now the poetic apprentice sighs
A great sigh of relief
He wipes off his brow
As he mumbles "good grief!"
His work is now over his
work is complete.
He knows they will like it.
Its his faith, his belief
The poetic poet now bows
To you, his work is bequeathed
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
To the long life of Isaah - the best lived one ever.
Another was never as valiant as he,
Intensely courageous, loyal, and steady.
Looking, there was never one quite so clever.
Being a faithful friend, one need not bat and lash
Afore he is at the heel with love and praise
Ready to briefly settle his lazy and melancholy days.
Kay he is not nor can he be found in the nine circles of ash.*
Living the lives of seven for every one,
It is his experience and wisdom that outshines all.
Called by just one name: Isaah the Most Majestical.
Knot an attic finch can render him undone.
Proving to be a companion of the most devoted,
Always a steadfast reminder of a loved unconditioned like no other.
Wallowing in the absence of those as glorified as a forgotten mother,
Still never so great a malaise as not to bound with joy though richly coated.
With his dignity and poise standing out among the rest.
Others never matching his beauty; oh so fetching.
Outstretched hands grasp in vain, with his speed there is no catching.
For of all the friends of man, he is still found to be among the best.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 9:52 PM UTC
See that zombie stood over there.
Caked in fresh blood.
It's under his hair.
Found a fella with a hole in his head.
Sad zombie fella.
Found a slice of mouldy old bread.
Used it as a soldier.
Dipped in his head.
No fun.
Newly made zombie.
He's always hungry,
Now he's dead.
Peeps at Mr Majestical's testicles.
Fancied chewing them.
Loved the juice.
Succulent as strawberries.
Raspberry sauce.
Blood of course.
Derwent fancied a bit of breast.
Loving mother told him.
Breast is always best.
Julie's just a crazy chick.
Fancied a nibble on the dead guy's ****
Yummy, yummy.
Really sick.
Or should I say she ****** it.
As if it were a straw.
Special days of living.
Always was a *****
The kid in the corner is popping out eyes.
Never really worked out why.
Perhaps he was thirsty.
Eleanor.
She fancied a nibble on the bladder and kidney.
Of a once fine chap.
Whose first name was Sidney.
***** tasted of peach lemonade.
Eleanor the dead chick.
Her day was made.
Got really drunk.
That Zombie's really ******
Mum's over there.
One of them?
Or still my mum?
You know what?
I really don't care.
For the first time in my life.
I feel really scared.
Hell.
I digress.
They're chasing me now
I'm making a mess.
Run out of puff and all that stuff,
They're trying to eat me.
That's quite enough.
I'm feeling quite numb.
The dead ******** won.
Stripped all the tissue clean off my ***
Chewed though a bit of a nerve.
Partially damaged.
You feeling the image?
Bled me near dry.
He did.
Son of a *****
Made me cry.
For a second or two.
Lucky me.
One ate my eye.
So glad.
I won't see myself die.
With a skeletal hand.
I'm waving goodbye.
(c)Livvi
Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 4:56 PM UTC
Astronomical influenced crystals shards in space
Diana Artemis Frøjya cura pluie
Clapping thunder celebration fashion elude illustration
Like void hollow silence vegetation time lapse
Foi majestical Éternel
Sep 20, 2015
Sep 20, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
Divided we fall, the river runs rapids,
Caged, controlled, a dichotomy,
It's inner wave of rebellion and force,
For it shall not be tamed and I shall,
Not surrender for this greater good,
Of refusing my wandering or wondering,
For shall I not chase of death,
I shall wander, alone if need be,
For as these falls pour and sprout,
Crinkle and cut water edges, stones and brick,
As they endure, I too shall endure, for I am as mighty as any force of nature,
Any greater than any curse bestowed on me,
For I may not be omnipotent or a caped crusader,
I may at once be Jekyll and then be Hyde,
I may be the worst of times or the best of times,
I may render myself insignificant or seek a grandiose in my stare,
I'm the human, monsters are within me,
Neither me nor thee may see them or fear them,
For I, for I, for I
Am your biggest nightmare for all the world to see,
Majestical and free, I shall always haunt thee.
© Sia Jane
Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
There she is again,
accompanied,
by orangish lines of sunshine,
flowing,
along her face her form crystalline.
There she is again,
appearing as a vision does,
when one's searching for the soul,
beautifully majestical,
wild as the wind that blows,
many try but none are identical,
she is utterly unique,
a kindred spirit,
I am in awe at something so great,
I am both intrigued and I fear it,
like the appearance of a mighty Blue Whale,
when in the deep blue and you swim near it,
I desire to communicate in communion,
with the essence of her spirit,
it feels like a first time reunion,
yet I fear my words will be incoherent,
what words can I say to her,
how does one speak to God?
Translations,
are inadequate,
she is,
a living Angelic Artifact,
all of that…
And I think all of this,
as she passes by,
I,
wish,
there were more than mere words,
for she is more than mere mortal,
let us light up in brilliant light,
then blast off into the portal,
magical,
sensational,
inspirational,
gravitational,
she is the source,
of all inspiration,
she can keep one on course,
or lose one's concentration,
these are all thoughts I think,
as she draws near,
I better think of something to say quick,
before she forever disappears…
∆aron L∆ Lux ∆
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 9:46 PM UTC
Walking by the seaside these past few days made me realised,
How your significant existence to me,
Was in parallel to the existence of the sea waves,
Crashing the beaches every day, every hour, every second.
Continuously, without a break in the betweenness of moments.
Watching the purplish sunsets,
Nonchalantly thinking how you were not here,
To watch their beauty with me.
Such a wasted, majestical moment,
Blew away in the dust of time.
If only you know how much I cared for you.
If only you know how much I longed for you.
If and only if you know how much you meant to me.
But it doesn’t matter, does it?
That everything should be left unsaid.
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 6:26 PM UTC
How magnificent and
majestical the greatest
cathedral of all times
stood over 840 years,
hovering over France
with protective pride.
Towering as if
you want to
touch heaven.
Your beauty so
divine and beautiful.
Kings and Queens
and nobles of old
have sat within
your chambers.
With solemn calmness
you enfold the
worshipers with bliss.
None could resist
your beauty to
bring you harm,
only but now
by the hands of
the unknown ungodly
sadist who has
no fear of
truth and God.
You stood the
test of time
to tell us the
stories of old,
whisperings into our
ears the secrets
of the ancients.
You witnessed the
most horrendous
and countless wars,
yet they could
not bring you down,
even the ****
Angels are weeping
for your glory is lost.
The heart of
the people of France
and the world are
broken to see how
low and degrading
they brought you.
Your cross stood
majestically as you
burn down refusing
to give up with ease.
Your beauty and
glory is eternally
etched in our hearts.
You will always
be remembered.
Notre Dame,
the Lord God
who dwelled within
your chambers
will not forget.
He saw your
fragile heart and
your helplessness
as you burn.
But never mind,
he will definitely
do something.
©2019,Emeka Mokeme. All Rights Reserved.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC
Alright- as it is
Abrasive I see; I am sorry
I seek / I am afraid / I am worry
Indeed it is somewhat-
It is somewhat sharp
As long as it is far
A fleshy bubble; trouble in a cup
Stubble on a cheek
Chin somewhat roughed up
And two-dimensional
Creases in a dress
Confess
The unquotable mess
I see; alright I'll freeze it
As it is / alright
It is somewhat light
And porous as the breeze
Very easy to grasp
Whether or not it is night
Fantastical; somewhat acute
Tongues tied in symmetry and tune
Majestical
(As long as it is / we are far)
Over the rainbow on the ocean
Away from shores to walk alone
In unison / alone. Far
From The Great Divide.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 7:01 PM UTC
You trap me in your gaze
my rosy pink lips and blush cheeks.
You stop time in a summer haze,
your soul snatching up mine
as it lies all faint and weak.
His voice it plays
a strange and lovely song
the finest tones I did hear.
He’s a quiet soul
but his affections are not those of meek.
His eyes are burning, set in a blaze
whenever he looks upon I.
His eyes betray, the things he can’t say,
a love called love, thus this we can’t speak.
An intense echo drums the halls
and sends shivers to down to your feet.
Like a red rose in summer
that blooms in the day,
a majestical symphony performed
in silence.
warming the hearts of we;
we hearts of wind to flame changing,
night to day.
Jun 18, 2020
Jun 18, 2020 at 3:15 PM UTC