Best Antoine Poems
Antoine is a Vampire Ghoul,
Quite barbaric, bloodthirsty and cruel,
With a fang in your throat
He’ll suck slowly and gloat
With a smile as you whimper and mewl.
Antoine Lavoisier
A pioneer in chemistry in his day.
A royal tax collector he was made.
He lost his head with a guillotine’s blade.
A..ntoine was a selfish young man,
B..rought in a palace filled life,
C..hoose to live the hooligans life,
D..evoured by lust for more money,
E..ngaged in drugs sold for money,
F..ake identification to be drug lord,
G..uns were his way of being a drug lord,
H..ide from the police and his family,
I..ncluded himself with the mafia family,
J..uggled his way out of jail time,
K..illed afew men just to pass time,
L..aw were to be broken was his motto,
M..any men feared because of his motto,
N..ever had he been caught selling drugs,
O..nly has he been caught using drugs,
P..eople knew him as the kingpin,
Q..ueuing for drugs and loans from kingpin,
R..ival gangs wanted to kill him,
S..upported by the police just to kill time,
T..hreats circulated directed to Antoine,
U..nder the circular was the kingpin Antoine,
W..ithout hesitation a battle with the police,
E..xtreme gunfire that halted business the whole street,
Y..es,and then dead silence en-groped the street
Z..one was free for Antoine was dead
Here we are in the village of Morristown, New Jersey.
It is September the sixth in the year of our Lord, 1833.
French immigrant Antoine LeBlanc went on a killing spree.
He took the lives of two rather prominent citizenry.
Antoine murdered Mr. and Mrs. Sayre, and their servant Phoebe.
The citizens of the town considered the deed so dastardly.
It only took twenty minutes for the decision of the jury.
With overwhelming evidence, the defendant was found guilty.
LeBlanc was afforded all the formalities of a fair hearing.
Judge Gabriel Ford handed down the sentence of death by hanging.
A crowd of about ten thousand are gathered in the public square.
Witnesses have come to see the execution from everywhere.
A rope around LeBlanc’s neck will propel him into the air.
Until he is dead, Antoine will be hanging in despair.
“That’s not enough”, cried some of the witnesses in their fears.
They wanted LeBlanc’s skin tanned and made into souvenirs.
Wallets, purses, lampshades, and book jackets were fashioned from his hide.
That is a gruesome fate that certainly cannot be denied.
Here is something else that I have to say:
Some of those relics of the infamous criminal still survive today.
I thank both wikipedia.org online encyclopedia and the website of Weird N.J. for information I obtained to write this poem.
A tribute to "The Little Prince," by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.
Little being, descending from your star,
Your heart draws desert animals.
And when night slowly unveils her altar,
Your bright smile echoes like crystals.
Little child, you gave your heart to a flower.
Your volcanoes are calmly expecting you.
While the traveller, you await in your tower,
You catch sight of fertile maps within you.
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
A dream shaper, you truly are.
You found heaven before any grown-up—
A child’s heart soothes the deepest scar.
Children like you are a sweet cup.
Sometimes, it is lonely among people, too.
Yet, some spirits have confident honesty
That fills the emptiness with tongues so new
That everything suddenly becomes beauty.
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
Little angel, sitting across the horizon,
The sun caresses your blond curly hair.
Often, the land for you loses its blazon;
Yet, you always feel freedom’s prayer.
Little man, your soul is a friend.
Your love has tended to her needs;
And my flame, you would daily defend,
So that I, too, could finally spread the seeds!
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
They may try to debase your infinity.
They may try to torment your kingdom.
Yet, forgiveness has been part of your trinity
Towards those who have lost their freedom.
So, little prince, continue on your way.
Wait for another star and another flower.
Smile at the present to pave tomorrow’s day.
Children’s souls have some unique power!
Little Prince! Little Prince!
Draw me your country.
Fall asleep on the dunes
And soar to the moon!
Little Prince,
Your best ally,
(Your province)
Is the sky!
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©2010 Cendrine Marrouat
Antoine Pevsner of non objective art
modern materials had no part
Like his brother a matter of technic
in visual space dynamic*
*https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/the-birth-of-the-universe-by-antoine-pevsner-1933--452822937518823308/
Marie Antoine Cat is too refined for my taste.
The bachelor Tom said with disdain and haste.
I thought this was too bad, for it was kind of a waste.
Would have made a fine litter, both city-paced.
That tom is sneaky another feline cat said.
He probably has romantic thought in his handsome head.
He tries to pretend he’s not interested, but he’s not dead.
She is a gorgeous kitty, fluffy and very well-bred.
I had no idea what Tom’s intentions were, true.
But if he wanted good blood, Marie Antoine’s was quite blue.
I decided to step out of it, for I had not a clue
What either was thinking or feeling or what they might do.
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
fell into my field today.
We sat beside a lovely flower
and whiled away the hour.