Poetry competition CLOSED 1st October 2022 10:34am
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seekingkate (kateA)
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The Queen is dead, Long Live the King -- Really?
Poetry Contest Description
Your thoughts on 'Royalty'
Triggered by the Queen's death this week after 70 years on the throne, and be ye royalist or anti-royalist or couldn't-care-less, I'd like to hear your take on the royal household.
* New poem
* Less than 200 words
* No extreme content
* You've got 3 weeks
* I'll judge the winner
* New poem
* Less than 200 words
* No extreme content
* You've got 3 weeks
* I'll judge the winner
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Not so much a wind of change, more a light breeze
(!)
there'll be new stamps
money too
and those of that persuasion
will hang king Charles
where the queen used to be
free Derry, will still be free
whatever that means
in this century
(!)
seems crystal clear
god spares no one
despite the song
and proclamations
a lesson learned
for those of us
who bend, bow
and make a fuss
(!)
I will not deny a slight sadness
at the news of her passing
she, of all the kings and queens
was a queen,
(!)
there'll be new stamps
money too
and those of that persuasion
will hang king Charles
where the queen used to be
free Derry, will still be free
whatever that means
in this century
(!)
seems crystal clear
god spares no one
despite the song
and proclamations
a lesson learned
for those of us
who bend, bow
and make a fuss
(!)
I will not deny a slight sadness
at the news of her passing
she, of all the kings and queens
was a queen,
The Firm
Presided over nature tamed
and kept within its ken.
A stone’s throw from Hyde Park,
a long approach, and barriers assumed
as much as planted in the ground.
And what was it she came to figurehead?
A ratfish nest of racial purity,
sexual perversion, egotistical
ravings of men in tailcoats,
and gussied blandishments of wives.
and kept within its ken.
A stone’s throw from Hyde Park,
a long approach, and barriers assumed
as much as planted in the ground.
And what was it she came to figurehead?
A ratfish nest of racial purity,
sexual perversion, egotistical
ravings of men in tailcoats,
and gussied blandishments of wives.
Written by Casted_Runes
(Mr Karswell)
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Succession for inspection
They came to crowd beside the gates
half-mast the flag, it spelled the news
gripped the spirit with a gust
in disbelief. Her son would fill her shoes
The carpet with its corner up
where scandal hides
one son that holds a stench non can mask
the cracks that hold but still divide
Stern faced the monarchy, must be preserved
and by gods hand, underpin the loss
the pomp of braid, its march incessant stirs
a pyramid of golden dross
Divorced by wealth, that birth has dealt
with common touch they stand aloof
but in that mint, an uncut diamond grew
and thro' the flames, proved she was fireproof
The final gift she gave
an heir to bear the heavy crown
a river flows beside the Thames
subjects. believe that loyalty cannot be put down
in that silent homage, shouts a want
tsunami of regard other nations undertook
with jealousy, the theatre of pomp
British royals garbed in black, just like a rook
inwardly screamed and beat their chests
but that continuum will never rest
dark jokers' card will play its part
the anthem solemn for us Britton's we are blessed
War and time have honed that chain
and Charles the third his passage was ordained
the house of Windsor ramparts, bastions so strong
oak like Nelson's fleet, ever sailing on
half-mast the flag, it spelled the news
gripped the spirit with a gust
in disbelief. Her son would fill her shoes
The carpet with its corner up
where scandal hides
one son that holds a stench non can mask
the cracks that hold but still divide
Stern faced the monarchy, must be preserved
and by gods hand, underpin the loss
the pomp of braid, its march incessant stirs
a pyramid of golden dross
Divorced by wealth, that birth has dealt
with common touch they stand aloof
but in that mint, an uncut diamond grew
and thro' the flames, proved she was fireproof
The final gift she gave
an heir to bear the heavy crown
a river flows beside the Thames
subjects. believe that loyalty cannot be put down
in that silent homage, shouts a want
tsunami of regard other nations undertook
with jealousy, the theatre of pomp
British royals garbed in black, just like a rook
inwardly screamed and beat their chests
but that continuum will never rest
dark jokers' card will play its part
the anthem solemn for us Britton's we are blessed
War and time have honed that chain
and Charles the third his passage was ordained
the house of Windsor ramparts, bastions so strong
oak like Nelson's fleet, ever sailing on
Written by slipalong
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sovereignty...
where's
the democracy
in a monarchy
how could
another human
be better by birth?
while one strives
just for survival
yet another
freeloader sits
on the throne
what's a freedom
in a monarchy
why can't
a monarch
chose love
and be respected?
maybe
sovereignty
comes with
a price
Written by dejure
(vick)
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All Hail the Conquering Heroes
white Rani
pale face
peering out
into the glare of a tropical sun
pretty face
framed by brown hair
looking at ill people
in a hospital named after her
they couldn't pronounce her name
Elizabeth
so she was Lizabet
many brown girls
carry her name
some hated her people
for reasons best known to them
how dare they
white man, go home
leave us alone
her people left one day
hip hip hurrah
and all that rot
leaving puddles of disarray
pinky turned up to drink tea
from cracked bamboo joints
curtsies learnt
songs hummed
London Bridge....
flipped pages of history
longing faces
turned towards
the 'home' country
of castles and carriages
and everything within
wistful hearts long for queenly
hats shoes and gowns
Idiots ...its simmering hot here
thank you, ma'am
it was the birth of a new era
chaotic but necessary
and here we be
Farewell Queen
Long Live the King!
May you rule well
with all that she had.
pale face
peering out
into the glare of a tropical sun
pretty face
framed by brown hair
looking at ill people
in a hospital named after her
they couldn't pronounce her name
Elizabeth
so she was Lizabet
many brown girls
carry her name
some hated her people
for reasons best known to them
how dare they
white man, go home
leave us alone
her people left one day
hip hip hurrah
and all that rot
leaving puddles of disarray
pinky turned up to drink tea
from cracked bamboo joints
curtsies learnt
songs hummed
London Bridge....
flipped pages of history
longing faces
turned towards
the 'home' country
of castles and carriages
and everything within
wistful hearts long for queenly
hats shoes and gowns
Idiots ...its simmering hot here
thank you, ma'am
it was the birth of a new era
chaotic but necessary
and here we be
Farewell Queen
Long Live the King!
May you rule well
with all that she had.
Written by Grace
(IDryad)
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Old Traditions in the Modern Era
I don’t know much about royalty or monarchy
I’ve never been a loyal subject to a king or a queen
Everything I’ve read about in the history books
Seemed so foreign to me (if you know what I mean)
I do understand about responsibility and duty
Of stoicism and endurance through difficult times
Now that this second Elizabethan age comes to an end
Many pays their respects waiting in endless lines
I have to say I do admire a strong resilient matriarch
The troubles and tribulations that mostly went unseen
Perhaps the strength and longevity attributed to this
Were the well wishes of “long live the queen”
But as I said, I don’t know much about monarchy
Customs seem rooted deep in the fabric in society
Some beliefs are embedded at the core of a people
And the queen always showed respect and propriety
I send my condolences to a family, to a nation
For a monarch in which the likes I’ve never seen
For old traditions kept in this new modern era
For in the memory of the living she’ll always be queen
Charles…
Well, I think many of us are still sad about the Diana
Then again, we all move forward and can’t be stuck
He has some big shoes to fill and a legacy to build
But at his age, all I can say is...good luck Chuck
Written by wallyroo92
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