Bread or cake, which would you like?
Her head inquired from a pike.
Some don't know her very well-
My sister, Antoinette Marcelle;
A reserved and silent beauty,
To see her is a pleasantry.
Though she is much younger than me,
We two are the youngest of three.
A gift from our father, Marzell,
Is the second name of Antoinette Marcelle.
Summer days are peachy keen,
A flower grows where none has ever been!
And is therefore rarer than rare,
For others are abloom elsewhere.
Antoinette Marcelle, a wishing well!
And birds sing in the dell,
And shadows chase the sound of song,
As they dart and flit along.
With my brother, we are three,
Side by side in destiny;
But youngest of us is Antoinette Marcelle,
The last button on Jacob's coattail.
Note: My late mother drew this picture of Antoinette when she was still a child. She gave me a copy. I have always loved this song by Carly Simon, and that's why I included it, not with any intention of self praise. It's such a loving song about sisters, and it's always made me think of mine. Actually, I'd like to be my younger sister. :0
It all started with a bet
Inside a launderette
Over a cigarette
With a brunette
I hadn’t yet met
Her name was Marie-Antoinette
As she said it she did a pirouette
And wow what a silhouette
Coquette she wore an amulet
Feared nothing short of a bayonet
Forgot the laundry it was still wet
I got hungry and craved an omelet
Asked M-A to join me in my Corvette
Drove to the closest luncheonette
Ordered baguette and anisette
We talked right until the sun set
She showed me a statuette
She dreamt of a trip to Tibet
So we jumped on a jumbo jet
Me her and the rest of the jetset
Across the aisle was the oddest duet
He played the clarinet she the castanet
While Marie-Antoinette rhymed the alphabet
Dancing and waving with a serviette
Try and imagine this strange vignette
Marie-Antoinette Marie-Antoinette
Forever in her debt
Not so easy to forget
I only have one regret
I left Marie-Antoinette back in Tibet
Submitted on November 14, 2022 for contest 2022 POETRY MARATHON MILE 20 sponsored by MARK TONEY
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Originally posted on February 17, 2018
Come little vixen queen and know this day
your time of rule has ended I do say.
Once you did reign in deed and sweet tongue so,
this my allegiance I no longer owe.
When we had no bread you said flippantly,
“ s’il vous plaît” let “hoi palloi” eat some cake.
“pour l’amour de dieux”, brief remark did rake
our souls with you responding puerilely
Your dome will roll soon by sharp Guillotine,
a retribution for dire rotting scene.
Admire your jewels, brightly how they do shine,
the stones are nice, some glow red, others green,
recline upon settee, enjoy your wine,
today could be last you will ever dine.
I was lost but found when I first saw your silhouette-
A masterpiece of charcoal I shall never forget.
I was caught and unbound from the moment we met-
Now I live in your embrace, my beloved Antoinette.
I was up but down when I first saw those amber eyes-
Doe shaped yet saddened when the deep optic cries.
I was fed up but the resound of passion never lies-
Now I live in a tender world where the white dove flies.
I was a pebble in the ground when I first saw your curves-
Artwork on an easel in which my mind will preserve.
I was in trouble on the rebound feeling I'd never deserve-
Now Antoinette, for only you my heart will always reserve.
October 19, 2016
Marie Antoinette
A crowd she upset
To guillotine was led
They cut off her head
5/30/15
SECRET LOVE OF MARIE ANTOINETTE
The raving of last night is everywhere,
she hopes in candle-light; she sets her hair,
while Paris lulls to sleep, the storm goes on
more promises to keep, before the dawn.
More lightning gloats her room, she shakes her head,
and thunderous, the gloom would raise the dead;
in shadows from the sound, where devils wait,
she feels them all around, but it is late;
and so she puts aside her greatest fear,
the feeling someone's died, and very near.
he sees her in the glow and flashing light,
from where she does not know. He waits tonight,
behind her closing door, he's never seen,
he waits to love her with his guillotine
so beautiful in dreams he's always known
her look not what it seems, but his alone.
He's put her in his head, his mortal sin,
her love is just as dead as he has been
all of his life and time, eternally,
and love can't be a crime, if meant to be.
© ron wilson aka ron arbuthnot
aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
If I could write you but a single line;
A verse to end my whole writing venture;
That pleases you as much as you please me;
I would write you an entire trilogy.
There are some things in life we reserve;
Our heart; for loved ones we hold most dearly;
Our minds; for those whom we trust with our scars;
And our souls; for those with whom we are one.
To you; I give you my whole heart and mind;
For a soul like mine could never match yours.
Yours; kind, honest and truly beautiful.
Restoring faith; love; one act at a time.
Your very touch is seraphic; pure;
In times of horror you shine; a bright star.
Though you have no halo, you give me wings;
At my lowest you make me soar once more.
If I could write you but a single line;
I'd tell you I love you, forevermore.
They don’t call this summer month “July” anymore.
There is a new name for it. They call it “Thermidor”.
How many changes are we going to see?
People are shouting “Death to King Louis”!
Paris inhabitants don’t show the least bit of regret.
They also want to see the killing of Marie Antoinette.
She was told the peasants did not have enough bread.
What a terrible thoughtless thing she said!
This is going to cost Marie her head.
Outraged citizens want the queen dead.
Responsibility was something she would not take
when she said to her court “Let them eat cake”
The guillotine is assembled in the public square.
To witness the event, there are people everywhere.
Marie Antoinette
Quite the coquette.
Beautiful French queen,
She met the guillotine.
1/27/12
Story books have got it wrong
Step mothers are the greatest gifts of all
Antoinette you are a blessing on my family’s life
I am so happy you are my father’s wife
Michaela is the sweetest girl, glad she’s my sis
You’re my family I truly miss
God truly blessed us when he brought you around
Hope your birthday is full of love, laughter, and songs
Because you gave me the greatest gift of all
It is because of you I have my father back
You are our cornerstone the brick that keeps us up
Thank you for all of your unconditional love
Happy birthday to my mother, friend
My angel sent from God above
May you know you are truly loved
She wore velvet and satin
Pampered as the poor rebelled
She lost her head, bleeding red
Marie Antoinette
Entry for Francine's Red Contest
the music wind
every breath of note
Beethoven Heaven
Some melodies to hold
Imagine the Composer
Making his songs like Wine
Stir it up on the wash board with sugar
The Sweetest ingredient is tasted by the lips
Those Melodic lips that open up to rapture
Sounds by the Man too few that one might capture
Breezes of the Air come to shout the Piece throughout Mortal Air
Who knows?
He or she might be one of us
(either in pigtails or wearing wire-trimmed glasses)
I would like to think that it might be THE MUSIC MAKER from THEM,themselves
She lays there, content in my arms...
My fingers gently brush against her almond toasted skin...
Her cocoa brown hair flows ever so naturaly as the waters of a flowing stream...
I look upon her radiant, beautiful face which is brighter than the brightest star on
a midsummers eve, and it brings the biggest smile upon my face, knowing she
is mine...
She looks up at me, as I slowly trace my fingers around her full, honey sweet
lips...
Her eyes, a golden brown with a deep sense of love, but with a refined notion of
fear, look up into mine, and in an instant...
an eternal bond is created...
She smiles and it melts my heart as ice melting in the morning sun..
Her sparkling teeth, only equal to the brilliance of a flawless diamond, cast a
warm and comforting glow, that would light up even the darkest night...
Her touch is a reassuring touch, like that of a caring mother holding her baby...
I hold her in my arms, careful not to break the fragile bond which was created...
She whispers she loves me in the sweet melody of her voice, and in this
moment, all my dreams come true...
Cody Lee