"princedom" poems
Who taught thee conflict with the pow’rs of night,
To vanquish satan in the fields of light?
Who strung thy feeble arms with might unknown,
How great thy conquest, and how bright thy crown!
War with each princedom, throne, and pow’r is o’er,
The scene is ended to return no more.
O could my muse thy seat on high behold,
How deckt with laurel, how enrich’d with gold!
O could she hear what praise thine harp employs,
How sweet thine anthems, how divine thy joys!
What heav’nly grandeur should exalt her strain!
What holy raptures in her numbers reign!
To sooth the troubles of the mind to peace,
To still the tumult of life’s tossing seas,
To ease the anguish of the parents heart,
What shall my sympathizing verse impart?
Where is the balm to heal so deep a wound?
Where shall a sov’reign remedy be found?
Look, gracious Spirit, from thine heav’nly bow’r,
And thy full joys into their bosoms pour;
The raging tempest of their grief control,
And spread the dawn of glory through the soul,
To eye the path the saint departed trod,
And trace him to the ***** of his God.
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Time upon a once
In a very stranded place
A strange sound came 2 me
It sounded very high-pitched
It stayed 4ever in my heart
While I smelled the exotic fragrance
A song rose up from my mouth.
The words came by themselves
Spreading Love endlessly
With some nonchalance and cavalry.
My Purple host guided me
In his own **** way
2 his Purple Princedom.
Being a ****** 2 Faith and Prayers
Christianity itself excused my sudden integrity.
Back in the day, I can see clearly now
Why Purple is my favorite color.
I apologize 4 loving you so much.
4 acting like a real shrinking violet on our very first date.
Counting the days until our next close encounter.
When will you offer me Rainbow flowers?
I’m trying to mix Heaven and Hell...
But can’t quite make up my mind
Between Adam and Eve.
Maybe we should be having dinner back at Eden’s
Would you eat my apple first, baby?
Or is it strictly forbidden?
(copyright) All rights reserved Written by Julie -July Billong (Bezons- France)
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
Darling.
Darling love.
Each morning, I say to you.
Hello princess.
To me.
That you will forever be.
The loveliest thing to come before me.
And I proudly say to you.
Hello princess.
You don't have to have royal blood.
To feel the touch of princedom love.
We can build a monarch with principality.
And center it around serene beauty.
I know each morning when you arises.
I state honestly to you.
Hello princesss.
For , this is exactly what you appear to be.
And in this prince's heart.
You're the most important thing.
Oct 9, 2012
Oct 9, 2012 at 11:02 AM UTC
2/13/2016
"*notice how he has numbered the blue veins in my breast.
he is building a city, a city of flesh.
he is an industrialist.*"
anne sexton
i've seen god themself stirring
subzero confectioner's sugar around this place,
you are the dried up ***** on my face
something acrid that i fell asleep and neglected to wash
i used to cut down swathes of brambles, and the bees
they'd run away
when i was a kid they followed me everywhere.
"you're sweet, kid" my father would say
now he just says i am stupid, so droll
as if i've never known that before
my bulbous arteries run with the notion of
him, sweltering, pointing
"bowie's on sale again,"
the same stamp on the telephone box
there, rotting, gentle
two years later
i say this: there is nothing in princeton
and everything in manhattan
that princedom where you stumble on
***** sidewalks and run hands along bubonic
subway railings
where, really
wanting to throw myself on the freight rail
would just be wanted to throw myself off the Veranzzano.
sylvia said it best, i guess
my own bell jar sour as ever
no matter whether
i'm in Bremen
Lesotho or
in his bed, again
i'd find a way to do it,
i told her
the only place i am willing to.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC