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Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Jan 14, 2024

She, a poem by the Marchioness of Dorchester, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

 

poet Sarnia de la Maré the Tale Teller Club

She


She sits so proud

So straight of neck,

not bowed

not low but high

like 

birds

on wings

so sleek,

not weak

just there

where

she belongs

Her face 

so strong

Her arms like

crains

they take the strain

of those who

dare to

say her name

She walks

on air 

the breathe that

others

only breath

she steals

to make 

her rise

She does not

heed

their lies

She climbs 

on walls

their walls of hate

wont hold her in

she will not fall

She stands

so

tall

For she is she

and 

She 

Will 

Be


©2024 Sarnia de la Maré FRSA 


Links to episodes of Immersion written and illustrated by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA, published by Tale Teller Club

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Jan 10, 2024

Temptation of a Virgin by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625) with live reading



Temptation of a Virgin by the Marchioness of Dorchester (circa 1625)




In mine garden there,

fragrant blooms

perfumed the air.

Rays warmed mine skin,

so pale and fair




An innocence that day

indeed I wore

When on the grass I lay

And the serpent

whispered

‘take the day

Partake as Eve

of sins so sweet,

fruits so divine,

your fate to meet’




That serpent coiled

there ‘neath the tree

said ‘Come m’lady

come to me

Taste the apple

ripe and red.’

Temptation danced

inside mine head




‘Put aside your guardians’

speech

ignore the sermons

churchmen preach’

With turmoil’s passion,

Yes,

I reached.

And I bit hard

of life’s rich feast,

to taste it’s core,

when I was changed

forevermore




©2024 The Marchioness of Dorchester / Sarnia de la Mare FRSA




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Jan 1, 2024

Vapor Punk the Robot Boy Free Clapping Song

 

cute pink robots artwork by iServalan for Tale Teller Club Band

Vapor Punk the Robot Boy for clapping and strumming guitar accompaniment 


(Verse 1)

In a world of gears and steam so grand,

Lived Vapor Punk, a robot  so unplanned.

With brass and copper, his limbs so bright,

He'd dance and twirl in the soft moonlight.


(Chorus)

Vapor Punk, Vapor Punk the robot boy,

Gears and gadgets, oh what joy!

In a world of steam, where dreams deploy,

Vapor Punk brings us endless joy.


(Verse 2)

His eyes like buttons, shining with glee,

A mechanical heart ticking happily.

He'd whistle tunes with a steamy sound,

In the clockwork city, where he was found.


(Chorus)

Vapor Punk, Vapor Punk the robot boy,

Gears and gadgets, what a joy!

In a world of steam, where dreams deploy,

Vapor Punk brings us endless joy.


(Bridge)

Through valleys of clouds, he'd swiftly glide,

In his metal world, by our side.

With gears that spin and pistons thump,

Vapor Punk, the robot, jumps and jumps


(Chorus)

Vapor Punk, Vapor Punk the robot boy,

Gears and gadgets, what a joy!

In a world of steam, where dreams deploy,

Vapor Punk brings us endless joy.


(Outro)

Now close your eyes, little ones, and dream,

Of Vapor Punk in a world of steam.

In the land of gears and joyous noise,

Sleep tight, dear child, with your Vapor Punk toys.


©2024 Tale Teller Club

Dec 30, 2023

God Only Knows Lyrics with a Biro by Tale Teller Club


God Only Knows by Tale Teller Club


Please tell me what’s going on

with me n you

Every time I walk in the room

No one’s looking me in the eye

They all look away


Did I tread on somebody’s toes?

God only knows

Did we take it too fast?

Or did we take it too slow?

God only knows


What time of night do you call this?

I don’t mean to pry

But it feels like

We’re not alone


Are you seeing someone else?

Is it time to say farewell?

Shall we call it a day?

Go our separate ways?


Your friends never liked me anyway

They thought I was stuck up and you were too good for me

My mum didn’t like you either

She said you were

rough and crude

I don’t mean to be rude

But it looked like you were asking


What do you mean it was me?

Don’t pass the buck

I grew strong

I’ve grown up

Now I don’t give a 


damn da dadamn da da damn damn damn

God only knows


You took time away from me

It wasn’t yours to keep

Get off my dance floor 

I want to be free

It’s time to be me


So I heard you were seeing other people

Word on the street is

that we were open

You shoulda told me

If that’s what you were hopin



©2021 Tale Teller Club/Sarnia de la Mare

Dec 29, 2023

Sonnet no2 Ghosted on Tinder by the Quillmatic Bardinator

illustration for Quillmatic Badinator sonnets



Sonnet no2 Ghosted on Tinder by the Quillmatic Bardinator


 Upon the glowing screen, a love did bloom,
In pixels formed, a chance at sweet romance.
Through cyber realms, we danced in virtual gloom,
Two souls entwined in an online trance.
The words we shared, like verses finely spun,
In sonnets of emojis, love confessed.
Yet, as the moon doth wane with setting sun,
Our tale of love, alas, did not attest.
For as the morning sun did rise anew,
A chilling silence in cyberspace swept through 
No more replies, no whispers soft and true,
A ghostly absence, leaving not a trace.
Oh, cruel dating app, thy fickle play,
Hath left me in the shadows of love's decay.


©2023 Quillmatic Bardinator