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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

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

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 16, 2024

Cruel Ballet by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA for Tale Teller Club Publishing #poetry


 

Cruel Ballet


I always remember 

the bad times

The ones where the 

prima 

fell.

When the stage floor

cracked open

and ate her bleeding legs

like a hungry croc

Then the audience

left her,

with bloody stumps

to find a nowhere place


It was a cruel ballet



©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 15, 2024

Seed, poem by Sarnia de la Maré FRSA

faces flower drawing by iserrvalan

 Seed

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

and

obviously a 

a black 

cat


I can cast

hideous spells

on men

(and women)

who wrong me

because it isn’t fine

when they are mean

to me 

online


Trolls

die

as soon as they leave the building

straight

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

with

wings

of love 

plus,

I sing

mostly on a cloud

floating 

randomly

from above


©2024 Marchioness of Dorchester, Sarnia de la Maré FRSA


#poem #poetry #twitterpoet #power #writersoftwitter #writerslift #author

@marchionessofdorchester @toddlepoddle @taletellerclub


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


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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