"uncrowned" poems
TO AFRIKA, THE POWERFUL GIANT WHO IS BOUND, TEARS AT HER OWN FLESH AND CAN NOT SEE HER OWN BEAUTY
How long shall we grind our teeth?
As old man's bones crack to the beat
Of their picks digging white man gold in black man land
Afrika mama, you soul is sold
Vuka Afrika Mama
Ikati lilele eziko
As vultures tap dance on your corrugated iron roof
Hyenas point and cackle baring sharpened tooth
All the while you slumbered
They shackled you and tore your treasure asunder
Now is the time to break free
Clear those scales from your eyes so you can see
How long shall we cry these crocodile tears?
As the swollen belly babies, eyes filled with fear
Watch the queen who bore them, cowered in the corner, face to the ground
Battered by the head of the household, asserting his authority
No mercy to be found
Zijonge Afrika mama
Ubone ubuhle bakho
They lied and said your ebony skin wasn't beautiful
At all cost remain dutiful
Head bowed, queen uncrowned
All the while you doubt yourself
There are those who eye and pillage your riches
May our united voice bring you to your senses
Lest you find yourself stripped naked, while balancing on fences
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 2:42 AM UTC
Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
* By Raj Nandy*
“We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar;
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -
Following the yonder star ! “
- A Christmas Carol.
Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @
The Three Wise Men came from the East,
Travelling west guided by a Bright Star,
To seek out the child born under this lucky
Star ;
And to pay their homage and before him kneel,
For He was to become the Savior and King !
They brought Him precious gifts of Gold,
Frankincense, and Myrrh, -
Which were also symbolic gifts by far!
Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always,
For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned
King' one day!
Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really
good ,
Which also symbolised His future priesthood !
Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used,
By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! #
This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life -
in the prevailing gloom;
While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering
and crucifixion;
And leading to His final resurrection, -
To save mankind from their sinful affliction!
So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this
year,
Let us with love bring hope and good cheer!
And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, -
By giving gifts to those destitute children
and bless,
Since we generally tend to forget them always!
And let our gifts become a true symbol, -
Of His kindness and love let them reflect and
resemble!
……………………………………………………………….......................
NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !!
#MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 !
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !
* By Raj Nandy*
“We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar;
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -
Following the yonder star ! “
- A Christmas Carol.
Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @
The Three Wise Men came from the East,
Traveling west guided by a Bright Star,
To seek out the child born under this lucky
Star ;
And to pay their homage and before him kneel,
For He was to become the Savior and King !
They brought Him precious gifts of Gold,
Frankincense, and Myrrh, -
Which were also symbolic gifts by far!
Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always,
For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned
King one day!
Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really
good ,
Which also symbolized His future priesthood !
Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used,
By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! #
This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life -
in the prevailing gloom;
While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering
and crucifixion;
And leading to His final resurrection, -
To save mankind from their sinful affliction!
So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this
year,
Let us with love bring hope and good cheer!
And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, -
By giving gifts to those destitute children
and bless,
Since we generally tend to forget them always!
And let our gifts become a true symbol, -
HIS kindness and love let them reflect and
resemble!
………………………………………………………………...........................¬..
NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !!
#MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC,
which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.
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Dec 23, 2016
Dec 23, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC
A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM!
* By Raj Nandy*
“We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we travel afar;
Field and fountain, moor and mountain, -
Following the yonder star ! “
- A Christmas Carol.
Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @
The Three Wise Men came from the East,
Traveling west guided by a bright Star,
To seek out the child born under this lucky
Star ;
And to pay their homage and before him kneel,
For He was to become the Savior and King !
They brought Him precious gifts of Gold,
Frankincense, and Myrrh, -
Which were also symbolic gifts by far!
Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always,
For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned
King one day!
Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really
good ,
Which also symbolized His future priesthood !
Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used,
By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! #
This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life
in the prevailing gloom;
While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and
crucifixion;
And leading to His final resurrection, -
To save mankind from their sinful affliction!
So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this
year,
Let us with love bring hope and good cheer!
And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, -
By giving gifts to those destitute children and
bless,
Since we generally tend to forget them always!
And let our gifts become a true symbol, -
HIS kindness and love let them reflect and
resemble!
………………………………………………………………..........................................
A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader!
NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that
King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne!
#MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC,
which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj.
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Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
What wealth for us humans to fare
The gift of power, the will to dare
Wit so sharp and insights rare
Hearts to share and souls to care
The prime motif in God’s divine design
In us, the body and soul mysteriously intertwine
We are bestowed with intelligence to discern
And light and warmth like candles to burn
In kingly glory we stand ***** n’ tall
Over all animals that beneath us crawl
Blessed generously with copious gifts and skills
And discretion to ward off all sinister ills
Though here on Earth, uncrowned we be
We are the royal princes of the life to be
And legal heirs to celestial glee
After our perilous voyage across the sea
We are flung unasked into this world
And the gift of life to us is generously furled
Never let the vessel of life go adrift
Steer clear of the shoals n'storms and guard this gift!
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
Slowly the sounds of my constant haunting are drowning out
As the city wakes up, irrepressible noise of life overpowers the shouting whispers of the non existent
And I strive to stay awake to have this sweet music soften the blows from the night before
Weariness grabs a hold, and starts pulling me down into slumber
The tug of war still goes on, just the opponents have tagged out
Sleep being a friend missed dearly, holds the other end
I want to go, but give me a few more moments here
Let me feel time pass obediently to the sun
Hear the chaos of people going about their daily routine
Let me see my skin glow as light hits the surface
It's seems that in the night I cross over against my will
My pure desire to live honestly and for love is the one thing that keeps me here
Holds thought in brain
Brain in head
Head above feet
And feet on earth
But my mind, is stolen away from me
I become undead trapped in a timeless limbo
That consumes me, leaving just my memory
But that's enough
Memories of who I am, what I choose to be remind me
I have reason to stand firm, I have strength take their hits
So I lie here
Invisible bruises suffocate my dreamers skin
I can feel her pain, all too real
Just as I feel all other sensations, or injuries that pass through mind
That crawl out in secrecy to find place on my uncrowned body
The wounds ache and force sleep to tug harder
I'm fading out of view
And losing sight of a life I could have
Just for one day
But they've won, as they always do
Maybe tomorrow, maybe.
Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 9:53 PM UTC
The Mecca is the trifecta of the vertex of the epicenter of the apex
But we just use that as a reference point
We refused to be swayed by centripetal force
And peeled back the layers of the mind to find the inertia that had given us the centrifugal force to push us in our quest to find the ultimate reality
I saw a vandal giving in to voyeurism
When a watershed moment happened
He had a sudden premonition
There were nervous virgins about to take the plunge
There were people giving hi 5's to each other and making pinky promises they swore to keep
There were poor soul's trying to quit cold turkey
Eating molten ****** cakes
I looked to the East and visions came to me as well
I saw kids having fever dreams of pitching fits and fever pitches
I saw liberated lesbian librarians eating their feelings and playing
**** one, **** one, marry one"
I saw the extinction of guilty pleasures
I saw a man being caught up in getting up to speed with
I trifling teenagers
Low on money but high off drugs
I saw myself checking in to check up on the check out line to pick out and pick up a new catcher's mitt
I caught a case
A call
And a cold
I saw the love of my life running towards me on a soft white beach
As she came closer I could see her beginning to decay
Her skin melted
Her organs and blood fell from her
Her eyes and teeth dropped out of her head
Her hair fell out
And her skeleton came into my arms and I heard a whisper
"I will always be with you, my uncrowned king"
Mar 20, 2015
Mar 20, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
So, here's the cache:
Make sure
**all & any & every
single move you make
you won’t regret***
in years or even days
keeping you at 3am
in the bath wide awake*
***So
as a preventive
bound tight to this vow, I stay***
**say what you mean
& mean what you say**
*Like champange with *******
you'll have been overcame with duende
for this phrase*
*& it’ll keep your subconscious feeling clean
while you continue to slay away
at just your normal hygiene for today
or maybe a few disarrayed prey
it'll even help trick it when you actually are totally aware
you’re instigating & quite quietly steering
some rather nasty foul play*
*but besides the fact the move’s today
and still, I attempt to cajole
and I’m now regretting not only an action
but a whole section
an entire chunk of my life spun out and
became some mangled & ******** black hole*
*& the worst part is, its long past,
I mean it's looooong since slipped outta my control
& it's long past me being the one looked to for decisions
& its long past when I sorta lost
all & any & every
bit of possibly existing trust*
*& long past, I just now noticed it all
mid-through one of countless attempts to self-console*
because when I went crazy, everyone still called me Superman
***Because when Superman bumps his head,
who’s gonna get past the*** Super ***in Superman
and ****** pick him up and put him back on solid ground?***
Because that’d really **** if Superman wound up dead
Because no one thought the dude that shut down the Ku Klux ****
Could be uncrowned &
end up all bled out & drowned
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Excuses
The appointment is set
You’re not to be late
The time then passes
Another failed date
Open with excuses
Words prove nothing
Blister your chances
Miss your blessings
Blind to the fact
That results only add
The mind that can’t change
Then stays the same
Alas the uncrowned king
The unknown dreams
The world does cater
to evolving things
The castrated bull
Is as happy as ever
Unaware to the life
That he could of ruled
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 12:50 AM UTC
Alice in Wonderland --
Who is This Person?
This person who, says things like, "I'm investigating things that begin with the letter M," and "Have you any idea why a raven is like a writing desk?"
He asks Alice a lot of questions and says funny sayings.
But by doing this he helps her find her place in this Life and helps her forget the Drama and Time.
So who is it?
Someone who has a lot of Memories and very good advice.
...give up?
Why it's The Mad Hatter.
The Mad Hatter does this because simply he wants order in Underland and he needs Alice's help to uncrowned The Red Queen.
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 9:27 AM UTC
The bronze-scorched mud knobbed unhinged sculpture grows
Cinderella down to root knots, ground is grubbed
chapped hats of acorns hit porticoes before snows
honeybees cake their hives closed and wax hubbed
humiliation hardens as color dapples
swelling seed-commas split beneath the frost
piety’s ignored until next year’s apples
night sky is grape-leafed, blackberry sauced
ineffable brutes grow cold to the pinnacle
rhetorical dross groundswells legislations
the long-legged wind tramples our spectacle
rains mock each leaf into pickled munitions
rocks are nothing but hermitages sent by the moon
prescient hardness sets its chin to the ground
hankering for battle, totalitarianism thrives by noon
each soldered twig unloomed, unraveled, uncrowned
we have severed ties to reason’s substantial contents
in the muddle it’s not the empowerment you had
democracy dies bewildered blind with miscontents
unhinged, unconcerned to find the hanging chad
we’re scissored down to our primary chaos all
paralogisms who dwell in a dream that justifies our fall.
Nov 11, 2017
Nov 11, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
My heart is a labyrinth,
A cage of my own making;
Den of demons tamed,
Empire of uncrowned kings.
Built over a precipice
Of dead infatuations,
Forsaken nostalgia,
And ruined vanities.
To trap a beast yet again,
I visited its familiar walls;
Gladly I lost my self
And paid a high toll;
Only to save my soul.
Not long did I linger
Within the hollow chambers;
Echoing broken lullabies,
Sung in refrains of lies.
I stormed the champion's gate,
And marched toward east,
Where the sun does not rest,
At the cry of a thousand dawns;
But rather from the silence,
Of my war-torn chest.
Nov 5, 2018
Nov 5, 2018 at 8:32 PM UTC
Neither do I embrace.
Rather, the struggle well run,
Which uplifts us uncrowned,
Every moment humans race!
Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 10:37 PM UTC
Darkest soul take my hand ride into the night I beg
For far away I need to be under the blood red moon I'll see
That upon the hill is where my love now lay
With silver blade and life ebbing away
For wrong I was with his heart so true
I did stab him for a lie that grew
Within his lips it feel upon
My ears and heart a poisoned song
Played out through day and night
And now I fear this deadly sight
Ride oh shadow of death's wish now
Let me stop the life gone sour
For my breast the knife should hang
Not in the ***** of my love now stained
And as we rode faster than the night
The dark soul looked at my eyes so wide
And stopped his steed and set me down
Beside the love that I uncrowned
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
Fools blowin' alot of hot air like I fuckin' care
About all that yappin' and flappin' guns is clappin' cappin' the back
Ya dome like a fitted hat no imaginery stats
Million dinero racks don of the coldest macks
Girls ***** I smack Iceberg with the words the verbal
swords
Slash Mics with no chord the rap lord most largely
ignored
Never bored draws crowds on the tour boards
Check out the melody no petty in me haters envy
Cause the money green brings jealously
in-between know what I mean addicted fiends
Come back as pains siblings i'm dribblin'
Through the industry like Cousy so you'll loose me
On the stage of my courts blazin' a Newport
takin' no shorts shatterin'
forts
With the lyrical battering rams Sam I am
No green eggs and ham gives a ****
About the haters frontin' and stuntin'
Im huntin' ya every moves with Krueger's grooves
So you'll sleep tight night night it's **** tight
Every where I don't care sound the snare
From the rhythms of R'Za at the Apex of Giza
Pyramids uncrowned kid got y'all careers hid
From the auctioned out bid see me smash gigs
Redden wigs like Peg Bundy y'all can't touch me
Branded by mic at birth knew my golden worth
Star child saw my soul running a mile
The unorthodox style insane as Gomer Pyle the black
Owl
Usin' Night snipin'
tactics makin' bodies throw fit yo you too old for it
my gun range ain't got no age limit no ****
It's a no brainier cash strangler jaw re-arranger
My militant killaz will stain ya a graphic painter
Wont do ya much good
if you come round the neck of my woods filled with
dogwoods
Jun 20, 2019
Jun 20, 2019 at 8:45 PM UTC
Come sit beside me here on this beach.
Take off your shoes, throw your jacket awry.
Lay beneath the sky and put your arms at widest reach.
Beauty most profound,
Take a breath that starts from your toes,
and makes its way up in your head in dizzying air.
And let it go so softly, that nobody knows.
Beauty that goes uncrowned.
Our mother knows how to comfort us.
She sings in tunes we recall from childhood.
Love her, we must.
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Loneliness makes my heart scream
For something more than just
An empty room
It makes my head swim
For anything more than
These uncrowned waters
Left for me to drown in
It makes my bones ache
For something more than just this paper and pen
It makes my ears ring
For anything rather than this screaming silence
Making my skin crawl
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 2:10 AM UTC
A soft golden tongue
flickering over oaken bark.
The leaf light patterns
playing through the trees.
A warm and gentle forest
to pause under in wonder,
then live in forever.
The depths of Mother Nature.
The jewels for the uncrowned
Queen of the World.
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 2:25 AM UTC
All hindrances which doth come against me
I deem thee unwound and broken down
All powers which doth hinder and refrain me
I deem thee uncrowned, and henceforth bound
All blocks and breaks thee hast forced upon me
I return upon thee three hundred fold
All chains with which thee hath so long bound me
I imprison thee for unending time untold
All blessings thee hath withheld from me
I claim and receive with all heart, mind, and soul
All abundance thee hath withheld from me
I claim and receive, not in part, but in whole
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 4:05 AM UTC
infant son of lust and power,
union of a king uncrowned
and wife of Gentile warrior -
I shall bear the burden of my
grieving father's sin
the prophet spoke, my fate is sealed
the sickness set upon me
- this terrible privilege of atonement -
will consume my
tiny life
and I will die
but my father?
he shall live
and from his ***** my brother
shall come forth
that other Son in whose shadow
I shall stake my
checkered hidden place
Solomon first,
and later, when the sun
bursts forth,
our mutual fulfilment:
Christ the Lord
Nov 3, 2019
Nov 3, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Lots of stars in the sky
there is one that greatly shine
With all their numbers in the sky
No one can outshine.
Songs that we hear
there is one that we adhere
A song that beats with our heart
the one that will make us feel love
Among any other girls
you are one of a kind
like a star in the sky
like a music in my heart
You are a princess
I am an uncrowned Prince
I have nothing
except for you that became my everything.
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 9:29 AM UTC