A Prince's Dream (Haiku) Poem by Leon Moon

A Prince's Dream (Haiku)



The False Monarchy
Swamps our mind in acid gold,
Brewing in Merchants

And their presumed worth;
Stables upon the plateaus
Drop gravel on beasts...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Sphere of bold immense
Engraved in the corpse of love
Light to constant sense -

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The prince bows to light,
Of his own golden shadow,
Lit by pious sight....

Of Earth he's abound
In glorious riches', mind,
Under Verse's sound;

His plaque of emerald
In a noose above his throne
Thaws at the herald

Of a patient child,
Blessed before the brow of green!
Ordain's froth and piled

From the commanded,
No King, but a wanderer
Of the burning dead!

Like the Sun's bower,
Above Justice's tower,
The Prince is silent...

- - - - - - - - - -

His repose for night
Is clouded in worship's sheathe,
The infinite light...

- - - - - - - - -

The Hunter judges,
Faun's perform in the glade of
Eternal anguish!

- - - - - - - -

A Sun of Dust fades
Pale streams mumble at the waist;
Eyes roll to the night.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The False Monarchy
Swamps our mind in acid gold,
Brewing in Merchants

And their presumed worth;
Stables upon the plateaus
Drop gravel on beasts...

- - - - - - - - - - - - - -

A priest steals a vow
And his nimble crosses bleed
On glints of gunfire.

- - - - - - - - -

A Godly fragment! - -
I found constancy in thought,
His present of light.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

The thread binds to all;
Absence is Opposition,
All is Expression.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

In my creed of man,
I ordained endless visions
That no breath has laid.

Never is grasped, the
Universe's breasts bathe in
Dark canals coiling.

Eternity's mask,
Untouched by experience,
Blink as the Sun's scale.

Nature becomes God,
Man thinks the all powerful
And I seek nothing.

-
The False Monarchy
Swamps our mind in acid gold,
Brewing in Merchants

And their presumed worth;
Stables upon the plateaus
Drop gravel on beasts...

- - - - - - - - -
The prince bows to light,
Of his own golden shadow,
Lit by pious sight....

Monday, March 5, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: death,egg,prince,universe
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Reupload from april 26th last year - haiku
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Joshua Adeyemi 05 March 2018

A priest steals a vow And his nimble crosses bleed On glints of gunfire. It's more of a seynru than an Haiku. Though with mouth watering theme. Lovely! Joshua.

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success