Best Charlotte Poems

She is born not of British Royalty  
but that of Movie Star, Grace Kelly
Gucci Equestrian rider and her
friends Athena Onassis, Jennifer Gates
Charlotte, far prettier than her grandmother...

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I was a minister of the gospel, very happily living my life for the Lord,
Preaching the Word every Sunday, in the spirit of affinity and accord.

I always knew that I would preach, for I had been called in my youth,
To perpetually serve the will of...

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Me: Say Charlotte, is your story true?
C: It’s fictional, now are we through?

Me: So are you rich from telling yarns?
C: I’ve got nice threads, but live in barns.

Me: Are you a speedster in disguise?
C: I took a spin; I won a prize.

Me: So what’s your...

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Charlotte Sweet Charlotte
You are quiet tonight
You can still see the stars from your streets
A city so charming
And filled with delight
This southerner sure can compete

Unlike other cities
With tall buildings and more
You still have the grace of a gal
Who stands center and strong
To a heart filled with...

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Ode to Miss Charlotte

I read about some verbal wars
That brew among some poets.
It’s fought between the ‘know-it-alls’
And those who just don’t know it.

I came upon your essay
On this sacred hallowed site
And after reading what you said
I am convinced you’re right.

Man, in his poetry must apply
...

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Said contrary and crabby Miss Muffet
“Hey eight-legs! Kiss my bare Tuffet!” 
From above and beyond, Charlotte dropped a fine line
And bit the old bag where the sun doesn’t shine…

For Andrea’s clerihew contest...

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In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs,
Found her way through mists and fogs,
But couldn’t stop that fatal blow,
That stole her life and laid her low,
She walked...

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In early eighteen-forty-four,
In Cornwall’s heart; on Bodmin Moor,
Charlotte Dymond, a young farm maid,
Had her throat slit with a steel blade,
She crossed fast streams and deadly bogs,
Found her way through mists and fogs,
But couldn’t stop that fatal blow,
That stole her life and laid her low,
She walked...

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When she saw the economy brought 
naught but poverty; said Ms Charlotte, 
"Let us revitalize; 
I can still improvise 
a harlot for each empty car lot."...

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There was a girl by name of Charlotte
Whom some thought of as a harlot
But she was petite
And so very sweet
She never got the Letter of Scarlet...

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In the garbage lilies may bloom
Yet in its odor will always loom
Faint traces of its abused past
Wounds may fade but traces last

Had heaven pity on this fool
And struck her down dead where she lay
That she did not see another day
Mourned in loss and wasted away

If...

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(A somnambulistic drama in four acts)

Actors:

Jean-Paul Marat; 
Charles Barbarou;
Charlotte Corday;
1st Philosopher;
2nd Philosopher;
The Commentator’s Voice.

Act 1. A tavern. Two philosopher sit at the table; 
Marat sits at the other, some distance away.

1st Philosopher 

…or even worse: “In the unbounded space,
the countless spheres glow and a dozen
of...

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I will always right remember
   days that went all through September.
Days so innocent and meek
   swinging, chasing, hide-and-seek.

We were just children, eight or nine
   no cares or worries, concerns for time,
   just common roots and common ways
...

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When I’m smoking outside bars
And the ash falls in the rain,
The alloy wheels of passing cars
Spin blurring down the lane;
It takes no sense of reason,
Still the gutters murmur tales,
Cartons greased of gastric treason
Make their happy trails.

When she smiles down from the screen,
From the plasma on...

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She came back like she said she would.
Great grandma was not a typical ghost
She was a kindred spirit guiding for good
Just when we needed her the most

She saved a life by invading a dream
Until uncle was woke and went to search
How she did it from...

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