"queendom" poems
keep scrolling through iTunes,
can’t seem to find anything to download,
even though I can download,
any song that I want to,
keep scrolling through my timeline,
Facebook lines & Instagram posts,
but can’t seem to find anything of interest,
which doesn’t make sense since I love everyone,
got everything we want,
but nothing that we need,
traded in our dreams,
for some fantasies on a screen,
here forget you used to be free,
have a seat & take this TV,
it’s amazing how we make miracles,
seem so easy,
it’s like,
these machines gave us everything we ever wanted,
without,
giving us anything that we ever needed,
& it’s strange because I’ve won every battle,
but still I feel defeated,
it’s like I’m sitting around,
alone with all these toys around me,
feeling like a Prince without a Kingdom,
or a King without a throne,
or a Princess without a wishlist in her Queendom,
with a magnificent house that’s missing a home,
are you missing your home,
that home you never had,
are you missing that feeling,
that feeling that you can’t quite grab,
and that’s,
exactly why you keep scrolling through iTunes,
& that’s exactly why I keep scrolling thought iTunes,
we’re both missing the same thing & searching in vain,
it’s eerily ironic how we can feel so alone in the same room,
& I feel your pain because I feel my pain two,
pardon me,
maybe I’m confused,
maybe we,
wanted to get attention instead of getting used,
& there’s so much more I want to mention,
but then again I guess what’s the use,
why start something that’s only definite is an ending,
but I’m your friend so if you want to begin it’s up to you,
I’m willing to relax,
I’ll answer all your questions,
let’s trade facts,
truth or dare until we express all our intentions,
in the pursuit of passions,
listening to intuitions,
remembering what it was to be human,
before we gave in & gave them our emotions,
I swear something doesn’t feel right,
like most of these humans are just Programs,
who look like they are moving with intention,
but are really just going through the motions,
keep scrolling through iTunes,
can’t seem to find anything to download,
even though I can download,
any song that I want to…
∆ LaLux ∆
Los Angeles, CA.
October 8th, 2018
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:11 PM UTC
Air is perfume-light
Elbows sank in my pillow
I wake from slumber
Chamber door opens
Handmaiden brings good tidings
from outer Kingdoms
Holds a silver tray
With scones, jam and honey for
some chamomile tea
Steaming hot china
which I blow and gently sip
I hum in delight
Come, some scrambled eggs
With toast and ice-cold fresh fruits
Lemon slice in tea
The handmaiden speaks
As she opens the curtains
The sun shines brightly
Many ships have docked
My kingdom grows in strength
and in its beauty
Another handmaid
Holding a tray of pure gold
I see its contents
White and gold letters
Written by your regal hands
Kingdoms near and wide
Handmaids open them
So many sweet messages
Blessings and congrats
While sipping my tea
I ask for my page and quill
Write with golden ink
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 12:04 PM UTC
I. To sleep...
As if I needed affirmation
of the weekend from a mouse
As if I needed mutually
indecipherable dialogue
As if I need a hip social setting
when Insomnia gets off on my inside
As if I need a drink for the prodding
of my eyes or charisma for the charming of hers
As if we need a hotel or a bed
for that matter in Dormiveglia
II.* ...perchance to dream.*
Darling Insomnia
how you dazzle in your quilted
queendom of suction
Darling Insomnia
**** out the vanilla gumming
up my timid lungs like sugared venom
Darling Insomnia
I promise I won't burden you with moans of
fantasy-inflicted headaches
Darling Insomnia
let your sirrah latch his inhalation
onto your majestic ***** like an asp
Darling Insomnia
does subordination in my windpipe
do right by your despotic grasp?
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
When we were children
My sister and I rejected
The role of princess.
They were pretty but weak--
Always needing to be rescued!
And we preferred the chiseled faces
The greater command of queens.
We stood on our beds at night,
Wool blankets turned to velvet capes.
And we declared our power
In broad, silly proclamations
Such as “Queen of the Dolls”!
Or Rulers of the Woods
That stretched off to the east
Of our little house,
That became a castle
Guarded by hooting owls
and Baskerville hounds.
Arms outstretched, our capes
Made leaping sparks
And we shouted in our glory.
After tiring of commands
We launched ourselves into the air
And for a moment, ruled the earth,
Suspended above our queendom
Until we fell onto our beds
And laughed with joy,
For were we not landing
On stacks of feathers,
Piled high to avoid a pea,
Laid there just for us?
Oct 4, 2021
Oct 4, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
Lady, I thank thee for thy loveliness,
Because my lady is more lovely still.
Glorying I gaze, and yield with glad goodwill
To thee thy tribute; by whose sweet-spun dress
Of delicate life Love labours to assess
My Lady’s absolute queendom; saying, ‘Lo!
How high this beauty is, which yet doth show
But as that beauty’s sovereign votaress.’
Lady, I saw thee with her, side by side;
And as, when night’s fair fires their queen surround,
An emulous star too near the moon will ride,—
Even so thy rays within her luminous bound
Were traced no more; and by the light so drown’d,
Lady, not thou but she was glorified.
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Una kissed
each one breast
at a time,
so softly,
her lover,
thought of them
as melting,
unlike when
her husband,
dear Brian,
licked at them
like some hound
lapping up
rain water.
Una put
kisses on
each rib place,
gently there,
lips brushing,
moving on,
then she kissed
***** hair
to get there,
her lover's
honey ***
her queendom
of Eden,
arched over
her lover,
she kissed deep,
lips melting,
snaky tongue
entering,
offering
no apple,
forbidden fruit,
but soft love,
bringing on
to the boil
of deep sighs
and throat sounds.
Her lover,
in her turn,
entered slow,
her middle
firm digit,
but gently
into that
Dublin ****
which Brian,
her husband,
never could
bring himself
to finger enter
such a place
(such as hers
not Una's).
As Una
kissed softly,
her lover,
swooning hot,
then forgot
her Brian's
*** failing,
but enjoyed
so deeply
the kisses
and tonguing
of her hot
honey ***
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 3:44 AM UTC
I used to own the board we shared, your knights,
I had my spies in your Bishops, and your confessions were mine.
I played my strategies so quick,
That I stole your heart without you even registering the thievery.
And as often as you breathed, as often as I laughed,
I would say; 'Checkmate'.
But somewhere along the line I got complacent
And you stabbed me in the back, simply by growing a spine.
I think I've been in recovery for half a year now
Because I've forgotten how to play.
Didn't you at least try to clear the cobwebs in my absence?
Because everything looks so sinister now, and I don't like it.
And everywhere, daisy-chain crowns lie rotten,
Like the wasted queendom of my youth.
But you,
You still proudly wear your crown of bloodied thorns.
And somehow, all my pawns have turned to dust,
And the board has dirtied its way to black.
Everywhere is open to you now,
What once was mine is yours, and yours alone.
And now, I've lost my footing.
By all rules I shouldn't be here
And everywhere I turn,
Checkmate.
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 4:27 PM UTC
The Queen Bee
Hello Humble; it’s been a while since you and I first met
And I do appreciate all the time I have spent,
In the company of such a warm heart.
I remember you from the very start.
You were the last to come out and play.
Are you still the same shy bee that you were that day?
No matter; you can only bee who you are
And you are a star! Humble;
Always remember that, wherever you are.
No matter how you are feeling,
You will always bee loved,
Because Humble, your heart is truly good
And I would happily give you my Queendom to rule as your own Humble,
If I only could.
You must find yourself somebody to love.
Do not waste your time on a love that will not last;
Find somebody who is truly good
And she will love you for who you are Humble…never forget that.
I want to see you in here one day Humble,
With the love of your life.
I want you to bee married someday.
I would like to meet your wife;
She would have to bee someone very special to win your heart.
You stole my heart from the very start.
Love true Humble
And Love will truly love you…
I love you.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jul 5, 2019
Jul 5, 2019 at 5:11 AM UTC
electric — conflated with
the doldrum of once ignited feeling
on the russet table work
and the stringing aroma of flyblown
coffee painting the morning something
earthenware;
i imagine
women lounging
and displaying their flamboyant dresses
confessing a dull promenade
parading their attenuated ***** reveling
a queendom on recall and this bane,
merely resolute, gives itself a new
meaning as a hand of forgive
men resigning their bags on the corner,
grunts, heaves deathly serious disallowing tomorrow's arrival into
a throb of being in place, folding newspapers to a club and smiting fervently along with the endless waiting,
verses lying cold on the froth of the tile
and the wind ripening the brew of
contestations — punctuations in their
cupboards still and reserved in hermetic
space curating silence, giving dins
their polished ends,
open for all: churlish boys,
naked girls, faith-used women, strife-torn men, usual suspects,
rebels and the overwrought –
never closes like a hand in cold
or a rose, its face occulted by
identification sideways torn, inside and out struggling,
scrunched to squint on some pale light through chinks on the battered
wall, sipping coffee,
mmmm, that
morning ripple transcending the
heaviness of the city before me.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
Don't get ahead of me and write your story!
Don't go another chapter.
Thinking the mood will capture.
I'm in time standing still..
With every bit of my own appeal.
In my simple time filled maze.
My own lust craze.
A variety lost in chapter three.
You wont see my feet moving, cuz sum different I see.
Listen you stay writing mental notes
And making quotes.
Of repetitions lil mentions.
Yet I've been writing undisturbed proverbs.
While entertaining fluffy clouds in hidden suburbs.
Speaking unplainly @You
How can you
Understand me to get to
chapter 2.
And see me in chapter 3.
Tell meh you feeling Me.
Selfish..walking talking with a unheard woman.
Right now I'ma be selfish cuz there's not lots in common.
But Im avoiding confusion..
I'm made of words and proverbs emotions and quotations.
And vocals that speak of revelations.
A Queendom nation.
Bell of a heightened Resurrection.
Do I move you to deeper configuration.
Or to liquid confusion.
As a harp I'm played..
My cords play stayed.
Yet to instructions I move, frequently gently.
Not many clearly see the harmony that guides me.
I am writer. Server..Praiser..Uplifter..Encourager.
Made to stir, seek, employ, create and confer.
A waiter..a humble soul..Qualifier..flower.
@I'm simply__H.E.R. writer.
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 10:51 AM UTC
I had her heart in my hand
but she held my breath in her wonderland
attractivated she motormated me
and magnet-ied my eyes
laser beamed with just one goal
that
touch me,please me,feely feely
Really it was very nice
an understatement
even if said twice.
I saw some distant planetary system
when she kissed me and I wished then on a star
which fell
and far from being here
she had taken me out there
to share with me
her luminosity.
How could it last
the fires that burn so bright
still cast shadows on the wall of my desire
but she took me high above
all thoughts of love had taken leave
I believe she was angel or a demon
but she led this man into
her Queendom
and when done with me
she loosed me like a cannon ball
which is an entirely different kind of wall
like an illusion
a colliding of materials
in colour sorted serial codes.
If it bodes well
I'll find she came from heaven and not from hell
but at the moment I can't tell
and to tell the truth
It doesn't worry me.
Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
Fenola
**********
to Chopin
for Eileen
who lies spread
on the bed
concerto number 2
that would do
Eileen said
watching sweet
Fenola
removing
her clothing
first the blouse
the pink one
she had bought
that first date
next the skirt
the jet black
with matching
underwear
then the bra
removing
her fingers
holding up
before she
lets it drop
now she stands
gazing down
taking in
the spread of
the two thighs
the two soft
melon *******
the button
of her birth
and below
the *****
dark forest
covering
her queendom
of Eve land
she pauses
as Chopin
number 2
plays softer
and Eileen
hot moistens
Fenola
like some cat
stealthily
on all fours
her tongue out
licking up
the two thighs
her two paws
and soft claws
slow engage
the big *******
as her lips
move in there
to that hot
queendom spot
to the cries
do not stop
do not stop.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 3:51 PM UTC
Yesterday I followed her on Instagram,
I guess watching her stories is no harm;
Oh, nothing matches hers charm,
and her thoughts were pretty much warm
"TEXT HER"- my heart raised an alarm.
HER about displays "#QUEENDOM",
Reading down I asked myself;
what's the need to her Royalty?
Maybe to evince your Loyalty.
She wears motley set of opinions,
Oh, one of her post says She hate onions.
Her reviews about movies and books shows her Morality,
so you can't shield yourself if you are guilty.
That snoozed alarm hits again;
I don't have words to go beyond her Reign,
The disarmed thoughts were on the run again,
So I thought to send her the above mentioned words
Which were not that much certain.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 6:25 AM UTC
Fall from the clouds
Never looking back
Fall into the sea below
Never coming back
An eternity shall pass
But the shadows of your being
Will endure forever
Thoughts do trespass
The unliving, believing
Delaying the delayer
A fall of freedom
Shattering the bonds
Here comes queendom
And betraying chords
Of lovers and justices
For words are never the same
For another unbeliever
Falling down
Memories will catch your heartbeat
Rend your soul
Into a thousand brilliant suns
Beyond control
An eternity shall pass
But the fragrance enduring
Will linger forever
Thoughts do trespass
The unliving, believing
Delaying the delayer
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
"No more tears now; I will think about revenge."
-- Mary, Queen of Scots
------------------------------------------------
Someone once told me that
I have the eyes of a Queen,
that they have known sorrow
in this life and in the last.
I think I must have shared
a heart with
Mary, Queen of Scots,
for I too have experienced
profound betrayal,
one that has shackled itself
to my being so violently,
that my soul has turned
purple with contusion.
Tell me--have you no shame?
Will you betray your Queen?
Will you exclude her
from your most sacred gatherings
of friendship and empathy?
Will you speak of her
most intimate secrets?
Will you befriend her foes?
Will you defile her name
in your own frivolous writings?
Will you accuse her of treason
so as to distract from
your own mutinous crimes?
My beloved companions,
my brothers and sisters--
will you attempt to commit
this heinous sin of sororicide
against the woman
who loved you so generously
(so poetically)?
I entreat--
will you?
(yet, I know you already have).
But though my Queendom
may be small,
it is not insignificant,
for it is vast in ways
incomprehensible to your
selfish minds--
its kindness and poetry
are infinite,
both of which you
have taken gross advantage of.
And though my Queendom
may crumble at your hands,
it shall never fall;
with stanzas
mighty and passionate
I will rebuild without you.
You have overstayed
your welcome here.
(perhaps you never belonged
in the first place).
There was once a time
when you vowed to protect
your Queen
and, now, all I've got
to show for it
is a broken pinkie
and the scuff of footprints
across my spine.
What shall it be next?
My head upon a silver platter?
No.
I was not reborn
only so my reign should
be sullied by these
treacherous sadists
I once called "friends".
It is my head
you want,
but this time,
it is yours I shall have.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
Lucifer, **** of our pornified planet,
gun-running seraph, whose reign is unraveling
tries yet again to consolidate, babbling.
Heaven will **** it.
Paradigms shifting, his queendom implodes.
His cave-dwelling subjects discover true sight—
then they storm the projection-room: new light.
Dawn, delayed, forebodes.
No more denial, no more to defend
dictatorial oversight, global sedation.
The pharmacological indoctrination
has now reached its end.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 8:54 AM UTC
27
Today I turn 27,
Finding myself not feeling anything,
Recovery is a bittersweet ending,
Sobriety but a lingering telling,
It took 27 lines of ******** drugs,
Not the kind you may think off,
The kind we are so addicted to,
27 lines of the purest lies,
27 lines of the finest mistreatment,
27 lines of the most mindfucking self harming,
27 lines of the most relaxing coping,
27 lines of the most euphoric settling,
It took 27 contracts,
To realize that in this tale as old as time ending,
Is never too late,
To rule over a queendom,
Abandoned by the heiress,
A queen of a lonely poetry,
Fading in the vision,
Chasing fantasies,
Never seeing the clock behind her,
27 years to wake up from a slumber,
A self given kiss,
The curse is broken,
27 years of harcore lines,
The ones that only make you realize,
Delusion is but a poisoned apple,
The side effects but a reflection of the hidden mirror,
For in the end, my world is but an illusion,
The same you wake up to,
An actress of everyone's delusions,
Never given a chance to envision,
The illustrations of a scripture,
A tale written by a lonely heiress,
One that welcomes,
Foes that see the vision,
Wolves wearing sheep linen,
Their masquerade no longer hidden,
27 years of ******** lines,
Rose pink sunglasses the sweetest red wine,
27 years of the finest lines,
Why was it so hard,
To see what was left behind,
A world that is only mine,
Looking, looking, and looking,
For a savior wearing armor and diamond,
Today I realize,
The heaviness in my heart,
Heaviness of armor I looked past,
I had been fighting a war,
To protect what is so precious and not far,
The vision of a lonely child,
Made to closer her eyes,
So she would never realize,
She was the one she was looking for,
Shameless for is never too late,
To open the gates of heaven inside.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
My drought had been long
My thrist severe inside
The desert cold of my loneliness.
Such a pining I felt
And could not describe but
My need was easily understood.
I had a craving for contact
Of warm skin, conditioned hair,
Under the saftey of a comforter.
The Night's cold that chills
May speak of my need, but the
Wounds of my soul held the truth.
I could feel myself withering
In the cold desert of my feelings-
Such a death I wish on no one.
My rewaking arose with the cold
Sting of a blade, feeling warm
against my icy veins.
The blade made a flow of
words into my mind and
bid me to write them here.
Of such reminders I have few,
But I remember this feeling,
Which I asked to wait outside the door.
Upon Her entry I remembered why
I had avoided Her for so long,
Her cold gaze penetrating my heart.
It was not in my strength to
Fain a second defense against
The onslaught of her will.
She held me in her frigid embrace
And I thanked her for it,
For within it was a hint of what I longed.
I knew the blade was Hers,
And bid her again my gratitude,
For I knew this death would let me live.
It is almost morbidly humorous
That Loneliness can take care of
Those enslaved to her so well.
Clasping the wound from the blade
I walked out the Door, wishing to
Turn back and show my rejoice of my freedom.
There was little time however,
And I wished to say goodbye to a
Chosen few, and the journey was harsh.
The wind outside howled and snow
Bit at my face, much like those
I felt necessary to bid my adieu.
While I can scarcely recall
My meetings with both, I know
The burden was lessened by the visit.
The touch of a warm hand lingered
On my cheek, and the taste of a kiss
On my tongue were the only memories I left with.
At the Gateway to the
Relm of the Warm I looked back
quietly on the Land of the Lonely.
I know many despise that Queendom,
But I cultivated a fondness for it
Few can grow, and fewer can explain.
At 2AM I took a longing breath
Of the coldness that surrounded me
And with it I walked out the archway.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
Since then been carrying water in that 600ml bottle.
The one she lured me with in the scorching heat
When my throat was dying for a drink
You need it more than anything now sir
Said she her thatched shop in the land of nowhere
I yielded for the price was not too high
For a thirsty soul passing by
On the highway happened the fair deal
She had one less to sell
I had my fill
Like the car sir our body too needs oil
Said between smiles the woman of the soil
For once I loved her piece of wisdom
The unpretentious savior, proud owner of her queendom
Dunno why since then
I’ve been holding onto that bottle
As my fairest bargain!
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
words
spit dancer
am
i
swear to me
your queendom
how come
ing
mother
lies
in
stains
her sheets
clung to
that
am
i
scent
get away from me mother
can you not see
that we have
grown
mad
what mother
we can barely
hear you
through
these
am
i
shapes
roll up your sleeve mother
hide the snot from underneath
what have you done mother
will you womb
ever escape me
answer me
mother
come child
from under your defenses
what are these but painful memories
relax my son lay on the tides
what mother
mother
mother
answer me
mother
i's
from
?
...
..
.
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC
4:55 am, snoring boyfriend is downstairs
SOUND asleep
I lie awake and seek to reach the deep
Well of sound and music, a poetic
Kingdom, I made my queendom
With. Never tried emjambments but well,
They seem to fit, they bring to thoughts freedom.
SOUNDS like my well-being
To write poetry is living
The instants to the fullest
Even on a cellphone my rhymes do not rest
I may SOUND poised and in control
But at first my poems were about pain and all
The things that poetry sublimates with her crown
I owe much of my style to what Ginsberg wrote down
My American poetic self is a committed eye with an everlasting passionate SOUND.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
O Sweetheart,
some guys might,
but I don't mind
you sitting above me.
O Darling,
it gives me
great pleasure
to watch our
sacred-connection,
to see the kind looks
on your pretty face
as you move
up and down,
to and fro.
O Honey,
you know exactly
what you do to me,
glide so playfully,
so effortlessly
on my lying-position.
O My Love,
you are a Rare Goddess,
your meekness goes
out the window
behind our closed doors,
And like me,
you want
more & more.
O Rare Goddess,
I am your loyal subject,
I will oblige your
sacred-whim
willingly,
not fight it,
I beg of you,
please take me
to your Queendom!
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 7:02 AM UTC
The king that you are
Caused me to recapture my light By
gazing into the prism of your rainbow.
The essence of
the colors of the flavors of you.
Because of the king that you are, the transparency
of your polished surface refracted the dullness of my edge
into sparkling rays of remembrance.
Not is but what could be.
The king that you are,ricocheted my power from gray to black
into that intangible darkness where the mystery of creation blossoms.
into manifestation.
The king that you are is water poured into the crevice of my soul,
soaking up the wastelands and parched desert regions of my Queendom cultivating me into an orchard of gratitude and thanksgiving.
Because of the king that you are,I stand strong like the mighty palm trees dancing in the wind
because you selflessly allowed me to bask in your light.
The king hat you are is the king that I see.
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 12:08 AM UTC
On to my Queendom, he comes
he thinks he could reign me
that was his greatest mistake
he thought he could read
I too thought that he could read
but I was mistaken
mine loved friend said he loves to read
I too thought that he loves to read
it seemed so, it looked so
but I was mistaken
after having walked amongst this poverty
I must conclude in tears and tragedy
this is the worst and most tragic comedy
I ever knew after my literal study
(contin.on Part 3)
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Copyright Protected
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 2:26 AM UTC
Fairy Queen
I make my wish
Blow across your QUEENDOM
watch all wishes
granted by you
Answered
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC