Can’t Promise her a title
Lazily, a tigeress snores into her paws . If only retiring was as simple to rule her inner world.
Curled up in warmth after a stroll into the big wide world,then settle for a quinquennium pause.
Her heart beats.
Nationalists- not even patriots are exempt.
All want to play in their own chord, tighten the strings ,she keeps it together, to satisfy their crucified minds.
In a state of constant – motionless movement.
If not an act of physicality -drill cumbersomely inside her cranium and you will see chemicals and synapses – making up fresh bricks and mortar, to fit in with the latest homemade yeast infused hootchie.
Glance away now, for fear of pitying an evocative attempt to get a rise from it.
Secret plots to charge this queen with treason.
Where will she live?
Her throne burnt to the ground to make way for a newly elected dopamine and serotonin scrupulous , democratic union.
Flags of self-belief – burned infringed – protecting her staked land was all this monarch tried to take into hand.
Defamation – character assassination.
Cloaked – in darkness- rat scuttles past – no pause – it already knows this violated prisoner is barren.
Scars and welts – a confession is sought after by the cardinal living east of the castle manor.
Employed only to instill courage when the most powerful empire seized a chance to escape into heritic souls howling in the wind.
Faith and Hope – not draft an erratic, purple, incensed dogmatic pope .
Dire retribution -execute the one who claims this state is her very birthright.
Clubbed to her knees – she will crawl not humbly- you shall hear her plea.
She wants to make them a better nation.
It’s her biggest exclamation.
Out plotted by her very own court – bribed by cheap whores-given away by the roughness of their hands, dressed up as expert courtesans, who clearly have seen at least one day of sun.
Intoxicated by some amorphous potion.
Formalyhde doused in cleaveaged lace dresses – it was not her initial notion.
A scented air of burning flesh
A greek tragedy indeed.
Scorned by her very owns subjects . She may be longitiduely dimintitive but she refuses to be bullied into showing them that wanted emotion.
Defeatist attitude does not a fit queen make.
Words in a precise order do not prize a piece of art,
so clearly a fake.
Forgiveness is her only weapon. She won’t see her country be overrun by zealous creachers.
It would appear her subjects wish to prove that she is illiterate.
Tortured, holding her breath under water to procure a confession – let her reiterate.
The crown is made to fit one head – It is symbolic and vaporizes with her when she exhales all energy and is varnished as dead.
Look how you’ve turned on one another – in the pursuit of power. It is a notorious illusion.
To master control over all subjects requires more than an iron-clad fist and an outraged dalliance to declare outright confusion.
Compassion,
nurture,
recognition and honor are what she offers,
accept these as the wealthiest of gifts.
Only a fool would scream,
‘Off with her head‘ -a face full of sour lemons and a lust to frazzle the last tether.
The Noblest of causes – so much bloodshed – look into her bloody, vein threaded eyes.
She hasn’t slept for weeks in her fight, to appease all those in famine, hungry and underfed.
She needs no steering Regent to aid her in her duty.
All she demands is loyalty and valor.
With you all at her side ready to conquer life’s copious battles,
we shall not go down .
your hearts will not know the true grief inflicted made up of another community of arrows.
we shall not waiver.
Trust in your queen to walk as a stout cripple ,duty bound to protect and hold it all together.
Posted on Jul 26, 2020, in POETRY and tagged Emotions, female empowerment, In Yer Face poetry, Relationships, self-belief, spirituality, STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS COLLECTION, these are my words, values. Bookmark the permalink. 25 Comments.
Wow this spelled me all through. I love your writing Daisy, I really do🌻
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Thank you .
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My pleasure
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Great wrting style, Daisy.
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Hello and T Y so much, Eugenia – Happy Monday! I think I need to pop over and see how all is with you
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Beautiful writing. Deep thought.
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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Thanks, Paul ,much appreciated. Need to have a catch up A-sap 🙂 Lots of changes by what I’ve read -hugs
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Yes mrs. Daisy lots
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Trust…indeed.
XxX
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❤ x
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Yay! You’re blog is back. It’s like your blog enters another dimension for awhile. I wonder why. It reminds me of an episode of the Twilight Zone. I don’t know what to make of today’s post. It makes me want to ask you if you’re angry
which I suppose is what I just did. 🙂
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Strange about my Blog.Wordpress has been malfunctioning loads lately. You are perceptive,Rob. Not angry with anyone but myself and my own mind. Mostly frustrated with how messed up the structure of my brain is. Happy /hypo when I shouldn’t be and low/numb when I should be happy. I give all my energy to the wrong sources and leave myself empty for what/who I should invest my energy in. I’m getting there, friend. How are you? x
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What a classic!
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Holy!!! wow!!! This writing came out of nowhere. Daisy, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. You really know how to hit us with a big dose of reality and what is going on right now in our world. You are a master at stream of consciousness.
Must respect for you my friend. I love this with a passion. 🙂
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Thank you, my friend . hope all is well
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You welcome my friend. 🙂 Everything is going well. I’m happy. 🙂 Speaking of happiness. I posted something yesterday…and I think you’ll enjoy the title. 🙂
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Will catch up this weekend. I need my Charlie dictionary to hand 😉
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This post really resonated with me and how I’m feeling regarding our world these days
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I read your post earlier and I can really resonate with how you are feeling. I know you are coming from a place of feeling trapped in a country you want to leave and the havoc that can cause on a person’s mental health. I too feel somewhat trapped – it’s more psychological – there is a desire in me to be free too. To explore. I don’t know I guess those of us who feel so much -absorb others feelings.
It’s hard to shake off the feeling that your instincts scream at you to obey. Hugs, my friend x
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Oh that opening gif! I love how this flows! Great writing!
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I know,right?
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this totally captures the fever pitch (and some of the horrors) of the state of the affairs in the world right now…you write so vividly, you’re very talented.
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Ah bless you. Thank you 😙😙
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alice with muuuch malice tasher!
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