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Mar 1, 2024

Of Ale and Tumult: A Drunken Sonnet, A Shakespearian sonnet inspired by the perils of inebriation by the Quillmatic Bardinator

Of Ale and Tumult: A Drunken Sonnet

Upon a merry eve I quaffed my fill,
The tavern’s ale, a potent brew divine.
My senses danced, my reason took a spill,
And mirthful laughter echoed through the brine.

In drunken haze, I stumbled forth, unclad,
My breeches lost to Bacchus’ wild embrace.
The moon a witness to my folly mad,
I stood, a wretched soul in bare disgrace.

The stars themselves did mock my sorry plight,
As I half-naked weaved 'twixt cobblestones.
My dignity, a fleeting, ghostly light,
Gave way to mirthful laugh and groan.

So here’s a caution friends to heed with care:
When drink flows freely, guard your pants and be aware!

©2024 Tale Teller Club / Quillmatic Bardinator

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Feb 27, 2024

Sonnet for Taylor Swift by the Quillmatic Bardinator, live reading

Sonnet for Swifties by Quillmatic Bardinator 

taylor swift singing microphone

Upon the stage fair Taylor takes her stand,

Her voice a melody, her heart a flame. 

In iambic lines, her tales are grand, 

A queen of country by such sweet name.

Her songs like sonnets penned in moonlit hours, 

Unravel love and heartache, joy and strife. 

From Love Story to Shake It Off, 

Her powers Transcend mere words, 

For Taylor breaths such life

Swift as the wind she dances through the years, 

Her guitar strings plucked by Cupid’s bow. 

In every verse, a thousand hopes and fears, 

A saga told in rhymes that ebb and flow.

She alone will guide you this we know

Jan 24, 2024

Mothers' Frowning © 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 Mothers' Frowning

The boys are playing 

war again

Their bodies


on dirty ground

What have we become?

But dirty whores

for pain and loss.

Don’t make no fuss

Let them fight

They’re only boys

They love their toys

Planes and boats

Bayonets at throats

Armaments of hope

Guns are so much fun

What have we become?

Such exhilarating 


Hooray Horrah

They do not hear

The Voices

'Neath deafening tones 

of death and drones

The screams of girls,

are drowning

in war’s


and mothers’ frowning

© 2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

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Jan 15, 2024

Seed, poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

faces flower drawing by iserrvalan


I walk on effervescent dreams I am a Seed An idea Sometimes a weed (think Andrew Tate) I can grow better with nutrients and patience I’m always here But sometimes I’m latent Or worse, ignored (think women, children and the underclasses) Without help I can die easily or not grow freely because I am Costly (think enlightenment) I am everywhere Here and there in seas in air on land forever Close and near at hand (think creativity) I can be stored don’t get confused just keep me safe for later use when conditions are right plant me then and I will grow with all my might (think keep in a box under the bed) ©2024 Marchioness of Dorchester, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA #poems #poetry #poetrylovers #art #illustrations #saatchi #idea #seed #illustration #writers #writerslift #writesoftwitter #author

Standard Dreams, poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

Witch with pheasant hat by iServalan

Standard Dreams

In my gothic dreams

I am a dark princess

with a pet bat


obviously a 

a black 


I can cast

hideous spells

on men

(and women)

who wrong me

because it isn’t fine

when they are mean

to me 




as soon as they leave the building


under a bus

no fuss

for I have 

the power

just one look

can make them cower

In my pink dreams

I am an angel

who forgives

feeds the poor

always gives



of love 


I sing

mostly on a cloud



from above

©2024 Marchioness of Dorchester, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

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Jan 5, 2024

The petals of my daisy by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1632)

The petals of my daisy 
by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1632)

The petals of my daisy
in the breeze if his breath
His stamen stood proud
in search of bees
to taste his nectar
We rolled in the wild grasses,
Laughing at nothing
then hushed as a deer
broke twigs
in the distance
There was little time
before the bells
would mark the end
of a clandestine episode
in the forest of fantasies
And so he entered my
wanton flower
with the speed of a stag
fast and
faster still
to avoid the arrow of death
And I ran too
with the joy of his juices
as they fell from
my little flower
onto my stockings
And I was free

©2023 Sarnia de la Mare