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SG Holter Apr 2014
He stood on her doorstep, flowers in hand.
In coat of his father's, resembling a man.
Still queenless a king, now he stands like a slave.
Flowers in hand, resembling a grave.
Elena Martinescu Aug 2014
They feel Betrayed

Their Queen,
       Their Leader,
                          left

She complained that the people were rude.
     It wasn't her old friends
         but the new ones she brought in.
Two girls,
         My friend and I,
                   Joined one other girl
                                 as we entered her domain
She welcomed us with open arms
                but then she chose the best
Somehow I slowly slipped out of her equation
        I was being dismissed
               As I clung on for dear life
                                                  I saw it
All her friends,
      guys,
were under her control
But she forgot about their free will
As I tried to get back up
    She saw them acknowledge me.

When she left on two days of business they turned
    They reached down and pulled me up,
           They let me stay,
                           But why?
I didn't see it
    I was quiet,
                 reserved
Never said much
     She was cold to me
        Why was I still here?
           but they embraced me
              Her pets wandered away
                  farther then she wanted them.
On Her return,
                  She left.
Her kingdom perfect,
       She left for something bigger.
She had them all wrapped around her fingers
                  they were Hers to control.
        No one dared to go against her.
The questions she left behind
               The "Why's"
                    went unanswered
A kingdom Queenless
   We trudged on
       trying to survive

They felt Betrayed.

I felt their accusations
       But I swear
             I didn't try
A Queen belongs on her throne
           Not chasing fame.
She may not have liked me
     but is that a reason to knock her down?

I claim innocence
   I didn't drive her away!
Is it really my fault?
    What did I do?
No I didn't try to decrown
                                 your Queen!
Someone will eventually rise to take her place,
    no one will fully fill the hole,
            only she could truly fill it.
No I do not want Her throne,
       It was never my intention.
Truly we need her back,
             What we need is,
                            *Only Ava
Nae Apr 2015
Dragging her dead soul,
Tears fall from his face.
The heavy consciousness crushes his strength,
He lays next to his grace.
A kingdom where they both ruled together,
Is now a Queenless realm,
A world where she felt she mattered,
Is now nothing but overwhelmed.
Tammy Boehm Sep 2014
Scribbled epithets
Pressed wet with tears
Sacred spaces carried by hallowed hands
Whispered winds that hover
Can't cover this fragile soul
Fractured by the passage of years
Each stone a death remembered
Casual depravity
Swarming queenless
Cyclonic before the storm
The walls we build
Never strong enough to stop the tide
Empty breath
Bubbles up to a silent sky
Potential of a life unlived
Slips beneath the surface
Swirling backwater memories
Heavy with fresh earth and leaves
Surrender the imprint
Of your body to oblivion
I can only wish you peace
I know will not come
Forever beyond
My aching grasp
If I could pull you
Warm inside
Some secret place
An open heart
Rubbed smooth
Sweet balm for your weary soul
I’ve lost you to the droning insanities
Shipwrecks and effigies
Cast up on the shore
You are forever dragging chains
No ascension
No freedom
Fruit plucked
Before the ripening
Bitter offering
For barren ground
Always hungry for more
I scribble an epithet
Pressed wet with tears
Plastered prayers to fill the cracks
In my fractured soul
Surrender your memory
To the silent sky
Send them love....
Good bye...

TL Boehm
010809
For "May"
Inspired by the Book "The Secret Life of Bees"

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