Poetry Blogs (Queen)
Don't wear contact lenses
Your eyes are my Ocean
Let me feel your lovely senses
And see you my Queen.
Don't use makeup material
Just be same as you are
Rosy cheeks are really natural
looks for me as star.
Don't cut your shiny hair
I love it to become so long
Set free your hair to air
And let me enjoy the song.
Monday 11th February 2019 6:14 pm
A lonely queen
Without her mighty king
Living all alone inside their golden castle.
Sombering, combing her rainbow hair
In front of her's crystal mirror
Wondering if her king will ever return.
So many winters had passed
Since he left to conquer the world
With his legendary pen.
She misses his romantic poetry
That made her heart sing
Like beautiful notes of a flute.
Monday 26th October 2015 3:00 am
King 1 - Queen 2
Wath - Queen of Villages reigned
in her flower garden
her turnip grubbing fields
her pig pens and her byres
subjects tugging forelocks
native speech a country slide
years before the pits
When Wigan coalpits died
the King - black in workings underground
emerged in Wath to drag her subjects down
drawing men across the border...
Wednesday 15th August 2012 9:13 pm
Two ladies, late eighties: one flicking
the pages of Majesty magazine
to pass the time, but still a believer;
the other preparing to sail down
the Thames in a royal barge.
Yachts, palaces, castles, state visits,
breakfast cereal in Tupperware cartons.
Happy holidays in the Isles of Scilly,
bereavement, confusion, incontinence.
One paid her care home fees by se...
Tuesday 22nd May 2012 9:26 am
"Nice to see you
To see you nice".
Tip-tapping in waistcoats;
On the noble steed that is
Wielding his chin
Like a sabre,
And winning the nation's
That's the name of the game".
He's not a king,
Queen or Jack.
He's not even "higher
Or lower" - he's a knight!
Knight of t...
Thursday 20th October 2011 3:44 pm