My Future Husband - Keeng Royalness Troy Turner
Stay over there!
Said he of dark and golden hair.
Who me? Yes me Queen Royalty Patreni!
I am the girl Keeng Troy will wed.
Tho he may be a lover in a mauseoleum
Alone and nearly dead?
An explanation for my sorrow
An answer to why I am so sad?
My future husband is in a mauseoleum
My future husband is nearly dead.
I have traveled far to see him
For he is mine and for me to claim
My future husband is in a mauseoleum
My future husband is nearly dead.
Another explanation for my sorrow
My love with him will come tomorrow.
Someday soon I'll see Keeng Troy at home
And to my good love he is most welcome.
Then perhaps I will be so glad
To bring him back to life again
After he was nearly dead!
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Written By: RoyaltyPatrenia Turner, Queen Of England
(I am an Undercover-Christian Rite Cherokee Indian, and
I am also a USA Poetry Queen since the good year 2009.)
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Patrenialla - A Story About England's Keeng Royalness Troy Turner And England's Queen Royalty Patrenia Turner - Part 1
Not too long ago, when I was young and not old
Two clear skin looks both alike in 'Rite' identity
Held on to an old disagreement - Oh what a pity!
The Christian Rites argued both days and nights
With the lower caste called the Clearform Rites!
Asking who will be the darky to worky
Both days and into the nights?
They began praying to Jesus And He Is Christ!
He Is The Lord And Savior of many of our lives!
His decision was thought to be yes
And he summons forth a good Keeng Of Royalness.
It was Keeng Troy Turner. A good looking, good money earner.
And close by or dear and near to his side
Was his good wife, his loving bride.
Soon and very soon she was to be
The one to receive the dark skin identity!
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poem by Queen Of England RoyaltyPatrenia Turner
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A Haywood City Queen
Haywood City, Cherokee Indian
Reservation Queen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
Five cemeteries seen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
40 acres and a Mule
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
Where's The Negro Public School?
Haywood City, state of misery
Indian Royal Slove Queen
Haywood City, State Of Missouri
A Queen has left the scene.
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(I am an Undercover-Christian Rite Cherokee Indian, and
I am also a USA Poetry Queen since the good year 2009.)
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poem by Queen Of England RoyaltyPatrenia Turner
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War Can Destroy
When all around me
There is war
Please do not destroy
Me - I am Keeng Royalness Troy
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Written By: Royalness Troy Turner,
Keeng Of England In Canada North America
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A Husband...
A husband should be
Loyal and honest
A husband should be
Strong and protective
A husband should be
Loving and romantic
A husband should be
Patient and understanding
A husband should know
When enough is enough
A husband should know
When to fight and when to cry
A husband should know
all your goals and dreams
A husband should know
your strengths and well as your weaknesses
A husband needs to be a true man
A husband needs to love you unconditionally
A husband needs to know your heart is forever his
poem by Sarah Holmes
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No More Living Dead, Zombie Kids
What do you think you are doing
to these kids?
Please stop destroying these kids' minds!
Are you that cold-hearted?
Don't you care?
Maybe you don't. But I do.
Don't you remember back when
you had feelings
for your wife, girlfriend,
husband, boyfriend,
mother, father,
grandma, grandpa,
or brother or sister, or friend?
So please let these kids
live a normal life
instead of being the living dead zombies.
Let the boys be boys
Let the girls be girls.
Let them show feelings,
show emotions, show love.
I want to hear their laughter,
hear them chatter kids talk.
I want to see them play,
run, learn, just having fun.
Let these kids live and grow
a normal life.
They could be the future mother,
future father,
future husband, wife,
future author, writer or a poet,
future president,
future owner of a company,
future farmer, future teacher, etc....
But they can't
if you keep on feeding them
with these killer drugs.
Please for once listen to somebody
even me.
You know who I'm talking to...
it's you the one who sells
and manufactures
cocaine, crank, LSD, marijuana,
acid, etc....
Maybe it's too late for you
to live a normal life
But don't let it
be too late for the kids
if you really care.
Please no more living dead,
zombie kids.
poem by Noreen Ann Jenkins
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Player Queen: A second time I kill my husband dead,
When second husband kisses me in bed.
line from Hamlet, Act III, Scene 2 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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They Were In Love
There was a girl
and a boy
they were so cuie
and in love
they spent there days
and there nights
always in each others sight
they were in love
it came one day
they wanted to wed
there parents said
to go ahead
they had the wedding
and it was grand
they had a nice band
o how did they love
the king saw the girl
and wanted her as wife
with all his life
she was a beauty
he sent for her husband
he was needed for war
he said no more
I shall go
not much later
the king sent a letter
i know this is no better
your husband is dead
she was heart broken
she wept
why couldn’t she kept
her dear husband
all she owed
was taken away
she could not pay
what could she do
the king comforted her
he would make her queen
she was ever lean
she was a beauty
with the baby
on the way
what could she say
but yah
her baby boy was born
not soon after
all there was laughter
but she was sad
her husband returned
she cried with joy
and showed there baby boy
they were in love
but alas he found
she had wed another
and it was his brother
how angry he was
he went to the king
and draw his sword
ooo dear lord
he lost
he was be headed
going agents the king
no one did sing
he’s dead
knowing she betrayed
her dear love
she let go of her dove
she was in love
she took her knife
from under her gown
with no frown
drove it though her heart
the next day
she was found
blood all over her gown
she’s dead
the chamber maids
carried her out
with a shout
she’s dead
in her belly
was a baby
just maybe
it could o lived
in her death
she found him
every thing was mend
they were in love
so they set off
to kill there son
it quite a run
and the king
(its a baled)
poem by Lexxiey Scott
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Never Give Up On Hope
Never give up on hope never give up who knows what tomorrow will bring
Keep on hoping for a happier future for hope is a marvellous thing
Lady luck she may smile on you good things come to those who wait
Who knows in the not distant future you may have cause to celebrate
A first division win in tattslotto or some other unexpected windfall
Life does have it's good and it's hard times and it's good and bad memories to recall
Never give up on hope always keep on hoping your good times for you may be ahead
You cannot hold much hope for the future if hope in you is all but dead
If you succumb to feelings of negativity the universe out there you do tell
That you are happy with the hard life and you accept an earthly hell
Never give up on hope for hope springs eternal the quitter cannot hope to succeed
But if hope in you is ever present it will serve you in your time of need
So never give up on hope tomorrow well may be better and the good times for you may be ahead
You do not have much of a future if hope in you is all but dead.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Eyes Are Not The Same
Her son blossoming
into his dead father’s
face
shocking her
wearing his old man’s coat.
In the mirror
it’s as if
age like an evil spell
has befallen only her
& her dead husband
(dead a decade now)
hasn’t changed at all.
Their wedding photograph
smiles upon the wall.
She calls her son
by his father’s name
who, smiling, turns
& laughs:
“Who? ”
just the way
her husband would have had.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Are You a Good Husband?
All married men want to be called a good husband
A good husband is a decent husband
Mr. Husband what you done to deserve this decency?
Has your wife ever referred to you as her good husband?
It is known that the eyes cannot see itself
Unless by reflection. Have you ever asked
Your wife for a performance appraisal
Honey, how did I perform last year?
On a scale of one to ten, one for very poor
Ten for excellent, how did I perform?
Your wife may think you are now on new drugs
If you receive less than six, you need to
Start fence mending before it is too late
A good husband sees his wife as his friend
A nice husband treats his wife as his lover
A decent husband regards his wife as a soul-mate
You should anticipate what your wife
Will need before she makes any request
By the way, have you ever bought a gift
For your wife without an occasion?
Do you have to wait for her birthday?
To inform her that she is very special to you?
Do you have to wait for your wedding anniversary?
To tell her that she is the best thing in your life
When last did you talk to your wife in-laws?
When last did you visit your wife in-laws?
What have you done to be called a good husband?
Ask for performance appraisal on a regular basis
Remember, if you make your wife happy
You will get happiness in return
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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My Husband.
Husband is someone;
You spend most of your life with.
And with him;
You are for years.
My life has become strong;
For my husband is not wrong.
My life has become independent;
For my husband never let me dependent.
My life has become pure;
For my husband had every cure.
My life has become romantic;
For my husband is very aromatic.
My life had a new beginning;
For my husband was nearing.
And the most valuable gift-
My husband has given me;
Are my 2 wonderful and the best kids-
And I thank God,
For the wonderful family he has given me.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Another (Epigram on the Said Occasion...On a Henpecked Country Squire)
One Queen Artemisia, as old stories tell,
When deprived of her husband she loved so well,
In respect for the love and affection he show'd her,
She reduc'd him to dust and she drank up the powder.
But Queen Netherplace, of a diff'rent complexion,
When called on to order the fun'ral direction,
Would have eat her dead lord, on a slender pretence,
Not to show her respect, but-to save the expense!
poem by Robert Burns
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Then I was lucky I met with my future husband, and I started new life with my husband, and I was happy again. He was a musician. I start to travel with him through Europe also and around the former Soviet Union.
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From Past to Future
Looking at the man who was to be her husband, she thought back on her old life. All the hopes and dreams she'd had, the tragedies that had been hers. Knowing she was ready for her her new life she said to the preacher, 'I do'. As she kissed him, the man who now held the title of her husband, she also kissed the past goodbye. There was a future planned for her, far better than those lost hopes and dreams she'd left behind.
-Jeremiah 29: 11 'For I know the plans I have for you', declares the Lord ' plans to prosper you and not to harm you plans, to give you a hope and a future.'
Indian Queen
Whooo-oo-whoooo
This is my life I dont feel whole every night
I hear love, crying down on love so bright
Tell me to hear
(I feel so good)
How can you tell
(I do believe)
Its just so real
(I really know)
I want to know
(I gotta say)
The indian queen, pretty as a dream
The indian queen, my love is so free
In the love, I hear all those melodies
In my love, lying down on separate ears
Oh, how can you tell
(I feel so good)
Its just so real
(I really know)
How do you know
(its got to be)
Its got to go
(its still inside)
The indian queen, pretty as a dream
The indian queen, proud of eyes so clear
Whoo-oo-oo-whoooooooo
Its my world, Id save all my life for you
Ah-ah-ah
You can smile down on lovers avenue
Well, how can you tell
(I want to know)
Its just so good
(oh, yes I do)
I feel so right
(I really do)
Its so tight
(come on now)
The indian queen, pretty as a dream
The indian queen, my love is so real
Whoooo-ooowhoooo
Its so real, you know like its got to be
You say no and I wake up wanting you
Well, how can you stop
(I feel this good)
Youve got to be
(oh, this is good)
Its just so real
(I wanna be)
Knowing you
(its all so real)
The indian queen, pretty as a dream
The indian queen, my love is so real
Whooo-oo-whoooo-oo
Can I tell you bout an indian queen
(fading...) shes gonna get her dream....
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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A Stroll Down Memory Lane
I was at home
When I saw an old shirt
Thought I got rid of all of you
Now your presense rebirths
I smell your aftershave
I smell your cologne
Your'e still lingering
Though this is not your home
Just that flashback
Makes me want you back
Makes me want a future
Makes me hate the past
Then I look around
And remind myself that I'm married
Since we broke up
My life has still carried
I see new shirts
new fragrance of colognes
My Husband walks in
Reminds me It's OUR home...
That's right a husband
Something you couldn't commit to be
That's right a good man
one who loves me for me
Thats right someone who lives with me
Not those occasional night stayings
A stroll down memory lane
Now I'm done dwelling...
poem by Diamond Williams
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The battle field
To marry too soon will land a woman
In a bad husband; her fate is sealed.
To marry too late will make a woman
Miss a good husband; her charms faded.
If her fortune got her a good husband,
There might be women to lure him away.
If her fate earned her a bad husband,
There would be fine men to lure her away.
A woman’s life is a battle field.
15.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The crowd in the street
They came out of their houses
screaming, whistling and jumping
most of the women wore only dirty blouses
but that couldnt stop them coming
they stopped at the end of the street
and said to one another in excited whispers
'i told that right here tonight they'd meet'
quite proud to be the worst rumour keepers
wife, husband and someone's lover
clawed away and cursed with no break
the wife fell, blood flowing from her like lava
but she raged on, till someone broke her neck
all assembled were untrained dramatists
they feigned horror and half shutr their eyes
a little boy shouted'what mighty fists'
a little girl fumed, but no one heard her cries
'she's dead'came a murmur from the back
like a wounded lion the husband roared
this was more excitement than he could take
so old Martin stroked and away he crawed
'she's dead' became the general cry
though she wasnt as the doctor saw at once
to be dissapointed, no one wanted to try
so on the husband, they all did pounce
the police stood aside
and the doctor grew pale
a journalilst scribbled with pride
'my editor tomorrow will just love this tale'
'hes dead'they shouted as they ran away
screaming, whistling and jumping
the police shot at them with bullets of clay
but that really couldnt stop them running
poem by Tinashe Severa
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Dear wife
I work so hard
I have no time for supper, breakfast, and dinner
Got a cracker and a noodle
A little solid a little hot liquid Are enough since I need a lot of time
Before my computer And this is non-stop working for the whole day
My cell phone is on silent mode and I cannot open it
I work the whole day, concentrated and straight It is eleven o’clock in the evening I arrive in the house and you say a lot of things I do not care anymore as I drag my dead tired body Towards the room and eyes half-closed I almost stepped upon your expensive porcelain vase
I lay on bed my shoes and sock still on my feet I did know anything since then Dead tired I am dead asleep.
If you are unhappy and do not like me
Find the man who is not tired, just leave me I am dead asleep.
i am just your loving husband, tomorrow i will still be your loving husband, yes tomorrow, even if you decided to go away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red Blood & Black Tears Part 4
in the darkness of her room,
calming her self,
she has been raped,
bashed,
and cut all over,
shes telling her self,
that there is no help for her now,
her lover was dead,
she had no family,
no life,
and no one to help her,
she was all alone,
then there was a knock at the door,
she ran for it,
she got there,
it was the doctor who help her love and her-self,
he said,
your husband die of a Disease,
a poison had killed him,
for one of his knifes,
he told her to stop or she might be the same,
as he walked away,
she walked back inside,
with a smile on her face,
she was pleased,
that her husband did not kill himself,
and that there was somebody who cared,
she started to think,
about was the doctor had said,
should she stay the same,
or change to a everyday person,
she was thinking,
and thinking,
the she said,
I will...
poem by Harley Morriss
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