The White Queen is vexed

She wants men to serve her, but they only want to rule…

They treat her as a common fool

Big error in such a small white body

Covered in scars from her Lover’s folly

She lies against the wall as her Lover speaks 

Words of encouragement to reach

Into her psyche to dispel the gloom

Always in the upper room…

When vexed her language displays swearing words 

Not usual, but needing to breath the sweet air of communion 

With her Lord Christ

Men foster folly

Grow dim in knowledge 

She refuses the poison culture of mind numbing drugs…. 

The White Queen

She lives alone though not of choice

Still we hear her still, small voice

Over the airwaves of the internet

Reaching out, not finished yet.

A life of solitude now is her lot

The silence of home is what she’s got

The space to find herself and think

Freedom to love and live with pink.

Making choices every day 

Maybe someone will come to stay

Making life rich beyond her dreams

This her destiny now, it seems. 

Writing her thoughts and dreams and fire 

Pent up inside her that warm desire

For closeness now fulfilled in the Father

A human child made right for further

Joys untold in the future days 

Rejoicing in poetry and songs and lays. 

The Two of Diamonds

Money isn’t everything, but it’s sometimes something 

Burns a hole in you pocket, but one final thing

It doesn’t answer back, argue or disagree

It can buy you stuff and take you on a spree

Diamonds are not forever, they will perish too

Along with all the belongings in the final coup

When God takes back all that He has given

And we are taken up to our palace in heaven

We won’t say goodbye, but welcome home to me

We’ll bow at the feet of the Man on the cruel Tree

Who paid the highest price to give us everything

Complete forgiveness costing us nothing 

Money is necessary in this mortal life 

But often brings greediness, heartache and strife 

The Two of Diamonds will never see you right

Check out the Ace of Hearts, He’ll take you out of sight. 

The Rook’s Crow

Always a hoverer as a black-hearted crow

A dark look is imprinted on the black-crested brow. 

Crowing and growing the raven-crested head

The rooks crow is certainly profoundly dead.

He waits for the signs of Rigor Mortis to set in 

Then the death-pall raises the bar to chip the chips of sin.

Dump the body and run to the edge of doom

Cope in the darkness with a wilderness of gloom. 

The Vaunted Knight

The vaunted knight sallies the stolen crown forth

North, South, East, West, he brings its influence to worth

The power of the hateful heart infests the rest

Of the troubled might in the mighty breast.

He steals, he robs, the light from the eye

The crown ever hid in his minds tie

Imposter, pretender, and ultimate foe. 

Into eternal hell must go.

The vaunted knight holds it fast 

In a hellish fist of godless wrath.

He holds it firm but it cannot stay

From his weak grip it now falls away.

The power and the glory are now reassigned 

To the proper place of holy right

And all Earth trembles at the Victor,s sight.

The Thin White Glide

She glides and slides down the corridors of power

Using the hint of loves flower

To blind the unwary and root out the smell

Of fear, to infiltrate the enemy nose as well.

Wall to wall the swish of a dress

Leaves all aghast at the lack of cold breath

To keep alive in times of famine

Hungry days with empty ravine.

The thin, white glide will get you through

Down the streets of doom and everyone too.

Don’t baulk at the ride but slipstream glide

The Queen of white and thin and pride…

The Pawn

The pawn opens the game

It snippy snips the tail

Of the lobster at the bottom of the sea

Beside the water snail.

The next pawn checks his watch

It’s nearly half past five

The anemone waves the tentacles

Through the fields of chive.

The next pawn picks a daffodil

Growing in the boat

The starfish isn’t rattled

It’s sitting on a float.

The Passionate Knight

He sees her, he wants her, but cannot grasp

The enormity of love a heart can clasp

His needs come first and he leaves her in flight

No sacrifice can be had tonight.

He is the Passionate Knight of love

But only for the One above

Let him go, there is no root or hint

Of the spring of a shoot.

His passion will drive him and give him wings

As over some other Queen he sings

Passion is all he’s got

His mortal lot…

The Thin White Queen

No mortal power will bend her down

The strength of Queen’s is she

Demands are not her neighbour

Tyranny will flee.

She moves across the kingdom

With dignity and grace

Invading armies tremble

One glimpse of her beautiful face.

Her King enthroned in glory

Protection is her key

She sacrifices all she is

For him endlessly.