Best Astor Poems
"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions - Part 2"
The day was cooling down
pressing itself close into
the amythest and musk pink early eve
as the eggshell pale blue sky rolled over into
Astor Purple to get ready for sleep.
The Ostrich Ferns rustled,
We’d frightened the Blue Tongue, he’d run back to his lair.
Coming in from the Ocean now
there came a light breeze.
I was looking for four leaf clovers
and Skink eggs but they were to be found nowhere
while she knelt in her rock garden planting
Agapanthas, Gladiolus, Calla Lillies,
Daffodils, Fresias and Pansies -
there were loose bulbs everywhere
and packets of Tulip
and Blue-Eyed Susan seeds.
Sooty, the Black cat sat
and watched with knowing sly eyes
twitched his whiskers, licked a paw on ‘his’ Window Sill,
he looked very wise.
We’d been making Daisy Chains,
she’d placed on our hair like Crowns.
Of course,
3’s always a bad number, it's never neat,
there’d been fights in between – still,
we were her adoring subjects, her princesses and
SHE our beautiful and kind QUEEN.
“Do you know why I love Snapdragons the best?” the QUEEN declared,
“They’re the knights of this garden –
they get a bad rap because of their name.
Look at their faces though,
they’re ferocious not frightened of anything,
great courage they always stand firm.
It’s the blasted Dandy Lions,
well they scare easy,
blow away every time
there’s a storm
and they leave a damned mess”.
She looked at us, and said,
“You’re like those Snapdragons my beautiful girls.
Always stand together.
Always stand firm”.
(Lovejoy-Burton/2017 Dec)
(1)
"Under the Ivy"/Kate Bush
https://youtu.be/NvKNzyO4wk0
(2)
"Datura"/Tori Amos
https://youtu.be/WX_dwuF-6oY
Dedicated to Donald Duck
You are greatly admired
By the following
The deplorables
Kellyanne Conway
She will con you all the way!
Adolph Hitler
Joseph Stalin
Mussolini
Sarah Palin
Pol Pot
Vladimir Putin
Saudi Royals
Palestinian boils
Tayyip Erdogan
Rudy Giuliani
Mike Pence
Chris Christie
Fran Drescher
Denis Rodman
Jesse Ventura
Astor Mark Burns the fraud and con artist
Ben Carson, the brain surgeon who lost his own brain
Now that’s totally insane
Bechir Assad
Kim Jong-un
Dennis Rodmam, Kim Dongs boyfriend
Gene Simmons, Kiss my ass
Zoltan Bathory, stop the drugs man
Loretta Lynn a hick with redneck whims
Bruce Willis is an actor and a racist with no car(e)
Jessica Simpson is blonde and maybe Trump hasnt grabbed her kitten
Sylvester Stallone will soon be all alone
Unless Donald is gay then a bromance is etched in stone
Illusions of self grandeur
Fantasies of men born to slander
Trump is a sleaze and con and a fraud
If you buy in, you’re a chump and a sod
Stop and think, stop the drink
You have choices and diverse options
Build bridges not walls
In the end, together we shall all stand tall
Maybe not, then too late, we shall atomically fall
A narcissist and psycho of that it’s for sure
He takes charitable deductions claiming he is pure
As he evicts the poor and mentally challenged
Who voted for him while being tossed out the door
Notes: With rights come responsibilities, although this is always a balance it seems we as a society are very concerned with out rights and much less with out responsibilities. I encourage anyone who truly cares to go and find a book called “Berlin Diary 1934-1941” and read it. First it’s a personal account of the times, and any book that covers humanity and day to day life for me carries a more humanistic weight to the story, however the main point is this. Hitler said and acted very much in the same way Donald Trump does today. That educated men stand behind Trump as well as many uneducated ones, is sad, they are more concerned with their own careers than doing the right thing. Of note, The Bushes seem to have long before it was popular, distance themselves from Trump.
She wore an Armour over her dress
to go on and fight in the face of death
Joan of Arc is the name of the girl
that died at an age of nineteen years old
For the chance to make a change...
tell me, what have you achieved?
She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night
She's a brave young solidarity
Unforgettable girl to my memory
To save a soul, Rachael (Corrie) lost her own...
Saying 'No', at the age of twenty three
To the Zionist bulldozery,
And the world did nothing at all...
She is my Heroine
This is my Superwoman
The Unconditional Lover
Of the love that does deserve
And she stands to shine upon
the darkness of the night
There are women in time, the idols of how to survive...
That are one of a kind, women of all times...
Helen Keller, Eva Peron, Queen Elizabeth, Nancy Astor, Anna Frank, Mother Tereasa,
Princess Diana, Jane Adams, Jane Austin, Catherine the Great, Mme Curie, Zaha
Hadid, Cleopatra, Queen Victoria, and many more... leaders of all time... be proud to
be a woman and don't allow men to decide if you have rights or not... you decide...
(A hullabaloo in hotel Astor)
My wife was flat-chested I named her Monotony
Went to the hotel Astor with friend Polyphony
Polyphony was a singer
Strung up a stringer-a swinger
A hullabaloo with Polyphony's symphony
A hullabaloo in hotel Astor: Limerick©RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
14 November, 2014 Silchar, Assam, India
Titanic Traveler
I’ve a job on the mighty Titanic
Rearranging the deck chairs each day
If I put them where rich people want them
I understand, they’ll gladly pay
And then I met John Jacob Astor
As he was descending the stairs
He asked me what I did on the Titanic
I said rearranging the chairs
He said I should have more ambition
A salesman, designer, mechanic
He said my job won’t get me no where
Rearranging chairs on the Titanic
But I had the last laugh, not Astor
My job is now known world wide
For I was the first one to have it
Worthless? No – I say with pride
Make fun of my job if you want to
No job, if done right, is a waste
When the lifeboats were full, even those with some pull
Didn’t find themselves better well placed
It mattered not where e’re I put them
No chairs from the boat have been found
Except for those I tied together
And floated on as it went down
Mdailey 3/31/12
Home, James
By Elton Camp
The usual hallmark of the one percent
Is that by chauffeured limo they went
If Astor, Rockefeller or Vanderbilt
You knew they were loaded to the hilt
When they were ready to leave the scene
They loaded into a waiting limousine
“Home, James,” is what they would say
It must be such fun to get to do that way
Limos now are nicer with different name
But those who ride in the back are the same
They have more money than they can spend
And only to other millionaires are they friend
I just wonder how much income tax they pay
Or if they get out of most of it by some way
President Obama seems to think they do
And, as far as I can know, it might be true
Monday Morning
When I opened the kitchen door the fridge
had an attack of the shakes then feel into
dejected stillness which bayed in my ears.
To break this force of nothingness I spoke
and sounded like a wounded duck and
the beer bottle held in a clammy hand fell
with a foamy splash on the floor; wordless
fear. Why me?
The fridge rattled again but there was
nothing of worth on its shelves other than
bacon, eggs, cheese. Stop, I feel sick.
Turned on the tap and fat maggots dripped
into my glass, that too ended on the floor;
fled, outside people starred at me because
I was dressed in a red bathrobe with Hotel
Astor stamped on the back.
Copyright © Jan Oskar Hansen
< Hey Vern !
This is Ernest P Worrell
Coming your way as
Auntie Nelda
Doctor Otto
Sgt. Glory
Baby Ernest
Astor Clement
Now doesn't that just bust yer bubble
Hey Vern !
Through The Fog
Read My Lips
Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Catch Phrase
GL All
Winter on Astor Street
The Gold Coast, Chicago
Beneath the canopy,
a doorman holds
a cast-iron door that lets
an ancient duchess issue.
Swathed in a silver gown
she tugs her sable cape
tight around a tumor
that nice young doctor
will announce tomorrow.
Donal Mahoney
I hurry blindly along the wall,
Feel in the dark, grasp, stumble, and fall.
The bird flies into window glass.
I circle in restless search. I’m so
Tired, but there is a door, I know,
And through it I’ll dance onto the grass.
Libertango is a tango by Astor Piazzolla.
(A lone voice whispers by candlelight)
In a dark dream,
Every night
In The Great In-Between,
Whenever I dream
It's always the same
I hear you scream
"I'm here"
In your soft pulsating voice
Just hidden unseen
Not wanting to be seen
Then right out of the darkness and void
Above that darkness's noise emanating such fantastical heat
You appear like a half ghost in my midnight street and as my heart beats faster
You take my hand and lead me deeper in The Hereafter
Hidden still by the shadows,
Bend low and whisper
"Call me Madam Astor
This realm's Pastor"
And as your sharp fingertips play a deep country tune across my skin
As my astral sweat drips faster
Whenever my eyes start to spin and my soul speaks out and pleads to sin
You dig your nails in
Even deeper into my skin and whisper
"Soon
So soon, I'll come to you in that quiet bedroom
For the last time
In two days after the fall of the midnight king, and the rise of the morning spring
I'll return to sing in this realm's unspoken rhymes, to make your spirit and eyes spin
One last time
Then fireworks will announce you're mine"
And then you're gone
Letting go of my hand
Leaving me standing alone at the gateway to The Blue Portal
The way back to the land of living mortals
Gone with that soft pulsating goodbye ringing throughout my mind
Like church bells
But I can feel it's going to be soon you'll return
As time undeniably does fly
When you've been marked by a spell
Somewhere in that places darkness
The Hereafter
For I've got goose pimples on my skin
And tonights the fall of the midnight king and the rise of the morning spring
And deep down I know
You'll soon return
So hear this my call
I'm ready to take one last walk
With you
My dream enchanter from The Great In-Between
Madam Astor
My soul's attractor and captor
The Great In-Between's
Ghostly Pastor
My beloved wife
Who I once loved in the land of the living before Death
Quietly crept up and grabbed her
(C)
Copyright John Duffy