Best Aristocrats Poems

POTD 9th April 2018

Synopsis -
A story of selflessness without jealousy or rancor that is often evident through the ages in all walks of life, even in modern times. 

She’s a queen who sees her lover for himself only and does not abide in the narrow...

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dadgum doctors, heads up their butts
poking, prodding, pricking skin
neurologist a psychopath
gets pleasure as electric volts pass through my body

family doctor showed little concern
made me paranoid about irregular heartbeat
EKG failed to determine cause
left me more in doubt than at ease

dentist like a character from Dustin Hoffman’s...

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must refuse relegation, obey
only the roar of our own angels, then reshape 

breastplates to shield the motherland
from any warlord who dares 

to pimp our flag.
Battlefields have always been a woman’s place,

We were born to bleed, to fight-
off advances, to heal from the inside-out.

We, nasty, nasty...

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Haiti, the home of voodoo practices
Seventeenth Century Spain cedes to France
Catholic Spaniards trembled when they saw
“Dead” men revived to wander in trances

A vile poison can make men appear dead
Revival requires an antidote
But perhaps there is more to zombie lore
An explanation to why these souls woke

Brutally...

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Champagne and wine
Elixirs of the elite's delight
beverages of the upper classes
as they rendezvous and converse
amid soirées decked in elegance
mingling among their 
	latest art acquisitions
		envied, even by the Louvre



The wonderful taste of caviar
	In opulent ballrooms, near and far
		where aristocrats and fashion find their air

ah yet sometimes...

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Sometimes I learnt, mmhh……… actually, 
Most of the times that…………
Words are lesser than actions
And actions don’t depict intentions
Half this life one spends wondering literally in the mind.
I on the other end, 
Have a rendezvous with sleep.
Wonder I left to the well built intellectually,
Like Okumu!
I want...

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Be it that I am doomed to walk the Earth
In fear of time - measured in mere fractions;
Starlight grants me comfort with twinkling mirth,
Lost in wakes of dread deeper than oceans.

I'd ask what it means to live over time,
of paupers; preachers; aristocrats, too - 
why...

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We are born into the world of Diversity
A school every mortal must pass through; it is the “Way of Life” University
To graduate with a noble degree from this institution
One cannot afford to live a life of isolation

The Creator made them in his image different shades...

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All Bottled Up

Bottlenecks are one thing driving down the road
Making one late for work is another
Cumbersome, slow and an all time low

Containers made from glass have their ups and downs
Mostly downs we’re told

Their poisons kill aristocrats, the poor, poets known and unknown

Highs and lows are...

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The birds of pray are on their way, in every beak the Word

(of ptomaine tomes by gnarly gnomes) whose meaning is obscured;

they roost aloof on every roof, obscene but always herd,

to tell the tale of Jonah’s whale and other rhymes absurd -

with shifty eyes, they’re...

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I feel like I’ve known you so long 
And I feel like I could tell you anything 
But there is one thing I cannot say to you 
That I want you, need you, love you 
We talk and I laugh and smile 
But deep down...

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Here's a  time honoured expression
Wild horses couldn't keep me away
Methinks that's pretty much a fallacy
Their power is an awesome display

Wild horses are majestic animals
Roaming free o'er the plains of Nevada
Manes flowing, hoofs a-pounding
They perform their lively cantata

Aristocrats of the animal kingdom
Called Mustangs in the...

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The year1762 a tale of murder or mystery they boast
 A teenage girl, drunken parish clerk, and maybe even a ghost
About hordes of aristocrats and wealthy men assembling
 Crowds rivalling Covent Garden, Theatres were now descending

To a house near St Paul’s on a road named...

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The grand madam wore double strains of opal perils,
Around her collar of white lace, in eloquence personified,
She’s cultures Lady of utter refinement, curtsying to noble
And high brad’s aristocrats alike.
In fragrances of memories I’ve drifted backwards,
To a time of Lillie’s corsages tied upon white gloved 
Wrists,...

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As I struggle with thoughts about life,
I pack up Christmas items:

(1)  Removed Christmas China decorated with holly
(2)  Stacked up those gold charger plates now no party

(3)  Bagged up the centerpiece, removed green candles
(4)  Things beginning to look in shambles

(5)  Check...

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