Best Earls Poems
'Twas a dark and stormy night! (OK - so I'm being a tad histrionic!)
The Earl of Pence was lounging by the fire sipping his gin and tonic.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared sending shivers down his spine.
Even his hound, Lord Percival, was so upset that he began to whine!
'Twas well-known thereabouts that phantoms haunted the earl's castle,
And on such frightful nights they were bound to cause a spooky hassle.
Nefarious deeds had occurred within Penceshire Castle walls in the past,
And were replayed in 'spirited' form leaving generations of earls aghast!
A shriek from the bowels of the castle sent the dog into howling fits,
And brought the earl bounding to his feet, scaring him out of his wits!
The blood-curdling screams were from a former Earl of Pence who in 1642,
Was hung by his thumbs in the dungeon for a fair maiden that he slew!
Suddenly, the ancient organ in the hall began playing eerie chords.
Heard on the floor above was rowdy dancing by ladies, knights and lords.
Ghastly emanations from the past paraded through the terrified earl's room,
Antecedents all, leering and grinning and predicting the anxious earl's doom!
Lord Percival sensing trouble long before, across the moat had bolted!
The storm subsided and the apparitions faded leaving the earl quite jolted!
He felt a bony hand upon his shoulder that took away his final breath.
'Twas his valet who offered a gin and tonic to the earl who now lay in death!
Categories:
earls, england, humorous,
Form:
Rhyme
chieftains trade their loyalty behind the clouds
high mountain king Carrantouhil commanding his Macgillycuddy Reeks
men of begotten rank, scheming skulduggery
secrets hide out of sight, Comeragh mystery shrouds Coumshingaun
flighty earls flee from the Lough Swilly shore
priests conspire, a king, a queen, a lord-protectorate exact revenge
imported evil stalks the land and soul of Ireland
near-on half give way, massacre, starvation, transportation and slavery
annexation by stealth, abomination
exposed Shannon artery, remorseless draining through lakes of tears
solidified karst corpses dissolving
into central mireland, ringed by coastal ramparts and remnant towers
turloughs disappear where the ground is leaking
playboys drink from black frothy pools of humour where the craic is good
where sad refrain gives way to rhythmic distraction
where song, stories, poetry, plays and dance merge in murky island brews
native chiefs are stripped of their Ulster lands
to control, anglicise and civilise a rebellious region
the area most resistant to English rule
official and private plantation, top to bottom colonisation
Gaelic hands across the channel disrupted
Scottish and English incomers, presbyterian and church of England
town and country, protestant domination
Irishmen uniting for briefest moments on higher ground
descent into cold depths of history
the Cliffs of Moher plunging from The Burren's bald barren bleakness
disfigured fingers pointing blame, shame and guilt
like the peninsular lands, Beara to Iveragh, Mizen to Dingle
stretching out to a new land of migrating hope
escaping abuse and clutches of long-robed men and women
the stifling heavy hand of implanted culture
two main layers of tradition now overlaying an unfathomable past
Categories:
earls, community, history, ireland, time,
Form:
Narrative
I don't mix with Barons , Princes or Earls
I don't desire diamonds, Rubies or pearls
I envy no one be they poor or rich
but tell me you love me and I am bewitched.
Those are not words that should be used to deceive
For when you are lonely, You want to believe
You long to hear someone utter those words
So casually uttered but so truthfully heard.
So often you told me, So often you lied
Bitter revelation and a part of me died
My heart was broken , Broken in two
My mind was tormented with memories of you.
So pleased I learned the hard lessons of youth
Protected myself by speaking the truth
Soon I grew stronger because I knew I must
I know there is someone out there in whom I can trust.
I regret nothing because my love was true
I have wonderful memories of things we would do
but one twisted thought just won't leave my head
So I delight in telling you , You were rubbish in bed.
Categories:
earls, heartbroken,
Form:
Verse
Magna Carta is the greatest discovery in human history. More great than all holy scriptures given together. As a one who lived in region long ago severely and hopelesly suffered from lack of democracy but historically overflown with exess of various religion doctrins and other ideologies and autoritarian conseptions I know what about told.
Just for the very fact
that Magna Carta
had been created once
800 years ago
for the ruling dark power and matter
in wild Middle age of Europe
and successfully run
through consistency and legacy
we might love and glorify this country
on the British isles,
where people, lords, earls and kings
did the greatest discovery
in human history
and even cast keen glimpse
through the marvelous Magna Carta
for the hidden secrets of very life, universe and Dark Matter.
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Categories:
earls, faith, universe,
Form:
Verse
A beautiful creation does exists;
for God has, in Jesus' kingdom, lain marble.
Numbers of pearls.
Quazars radiate skywards,
torchlighting unbelievable views, without.
Xenophobia;
Yahweh, zilches.
Categories:
earls, heaven,
Form:
ABC
Five years of heartache, stale goodbyes
While families part, with tear-filled eyes
Recession rules, as work dries up
They leave to fill their working cup
As the second hand counts down the minute
Both love and loss appear infinite
Each day, each week, all times of year
We watch, as loved ones disappear
Naive of life, with bag in hand
Seeking dollar, pound, or krugerand
That's all she wrote, that's all that's in it
Another leaves, every sixth minute
For many, a room with a couch for a bed
A place to rest a weary head
Lifes lessons etched upon their face
Our countrys heritage, a sick disgrace
No flight of earls, just common folk
The golden egg has lost its yoke
Titanic shame, a guiltless owner
No cure awaits from a bloodless donor
Seventy seven and seventeen score
Left our fair isle, for a distant shore
In search of a living, destined to roam
Abandoned dreams of a life at home
Categories:
earls, absence, betrayal, corruption, immigration,
Form:
Rhyme
P oetry soup is just an evidence of life
O f a throbbing life that is burning so bright
E vidently poetry on the soup is the ash of
T houghts we breathe, words that we burn
R evelation of emotions, sentiments, aspirations
Y es bliss it is to be in that poetic haven
S o near, so far, big world on small screen
O f soup followed by dinner, dessert and a nightcap
U nique combination of cultures and tongues
P earls scattered all over like a tapestry.
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August 27, 2014
Form: Acrostic
First Place win
Contest: How's your acrostic by Judy Konos
***I missed the entry of the poem in the contest of
Adeleke Adeite in the year 2010 and never posted it.***
Categories:
earls, poetry, tribute,
Form:
Acrostic
The song will spin and rake and weave
Night draws a warm, inviting sleeve
He walks along the water's crest
And picks the leaves that he likes best
How certain are the lovely girls
The calloused hands of aging earls
A locket with a bit of twine
Forget them all, this hour is mine
The sound of many worldly prayers
The splitting up of all the hairs
Will corner, force to choose a fate
To bring about what comes too late
Come sit upon a marble throne
Forget the room you called a home
Keep not one single bit of proof
That you were once a thing of youth
Categories:
earls, courage, song,
Form:
Quatrain
When God makes a plan for a king
It is God’s plan not the King’s
When a king strays from true purpose
As an unfavorable appendage growth
Turning asunder God’s intended nature for rule
Whereupon pompous self –gluttony bellows
Bellowing for greater power, for riches the more, or forever lasting glory
Doth not a King make unfavorable war with patriots of his sovereignty?
For as a King demands thou shall- when God said thou shalt not
What citizenry stands silent for such self-proclamations?
When the king’s words bare no desirable fruits
How doth the Kingdom’s subjects eat?
When only the influential- whose lips whisper directly into the King’s ear
Or only the Dukes and Earls with deep pockets afford the King’s favor
Doth the King’s jester make gayety the suffering of his common
And grow tiresome of the hunger’s plea , or the widow’s need,
Will not the laymen’s voice be heard above the ten percent?
As a King sets forth his intention but nay a one becomes reality
Doth not the people cry into their Lord God for a savior?
A new King!
A better King!
A righteous King for the people!
For this pompous King has short number his days like morning dew on Mayflies’ wings
Now doth the citizenry gather at the King’s gate shouting!
We of November will remember!
And purge thee from thy thrown!
Categories:
earls, allegory, education, hope, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
'Twas a dark and stormy night! (OK! So I'm being a tad histrionic!)
The Earl of Pence was lounging by the fire sipping his gin and tonic.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared sending shivers down his spine!
Even his hound, Lord Percival, was so upset that he began to whine!
'Twas well-known thereabouts that phantoms haunted the earl's castle,
And on such frightful nights they were bound to cause spooky hassle!
Nefarious deeds had occurred within Penceford Castle walls in the past,
And were replayed in 'spirited' form leaving generations of earls aghast!
A shriek from the bowels of the castle sent the dog into howling fits,
And brought the earl bounding to his feet, scaring him out of his wits!
The blood-curdling screams were from a former Earl of Pence who in 1642,
Was hung by this thumbs in the dungeon for a fair maiden that he slew!
Suddenly, the ancient organ in the hall began playing eerie chords.
Heard on the floor above was rowdy dancing by ladies, knights and lords!
Ghastly emanations from the past paraded through the terrified earl's room,
Antecedents all, leering and grinning predicting the anxious earl's doom!
Lord Percival sensing trouble long before for the door had bolted!
The storm subsided and the apparitions faded leaving the earl quite jolted!
The earl felt a bony hand upon his shoulder that took away his final breath.
'Twas his valet who offered a gin and tonic to the earl who now lay in death!
Entry for Tania Kitchin's "One Night in A Haunted Manor" Contest
(8 January 2019)
Categories:
earls, england, horror, humorous, scary,
Form:
Rhyme
High and mighty leaders brag,
They own gas gold arms drugs
Whoah.. Quite a stash ' They'll
Stick or sell, when it favours them'
These are righteous dignified
Women and men, there are Kings
And dukes and earls and Queens
Presidents and oligarchs and mighty
Smoke screens there are trumpets
And tiles degrees and such, They're never
Seen to stoop to slinging muck; yet
They'll grab the power the gold and gems
It's all for the people that's their zen
They'll fly the choppers and drive flash cars
They'll bribe any judge or military Czar
Yet in their headlong rush, in their ivory towers
They loose true sight if God's true power
Don't be 'like them' if you're in God's fold?
His power and strength its really untold.'
Walk In integrity..revere Him; here I'll be bold
Never take Glory: or keep power; stay safe be told
And never ever; be led to take on the
Mantle and trapping of power and pride..
In words stay clear, how? and why?
Because
You'll regret; getting high; on God's supply.!
Categories:
earls, america, angst, anxiety, art,
Form:
Rhyme
There is an old place on the outskirts of town
The rumor is old Earls ghost hangs around
Shot by Pearl as he was sneaking away
With another girl her name was faye
Shot them both,never seen since that day
Now Maude and Claude two people from town
Decided to go see if Earls ghost was around
So the two of them grabbed some cold beer
Said come on lets get the hell out of here
Earl knew they were coming, so he'd wait
Listen for the sound of the old wooden gate
And he floated right up from his grave
With axe in his hand he gave them a wave
Maude fainted right there where she stood
Claude knew running would do him no good
Old Earls eyes were glaring bright red
One swing from the axe,Claude had no head
So if you dare come visit Earl here
Beware,Beware, he is waiting there
Categories:
earls, satire, old, old,
Form:
Rhyme
The garden abounds flowers tumbling down
from the trellis roses sweetly scented
delicate pots strewn with colourful crown
groaning tables are with flowers crested
Plates filled with delicacies await
vol-au-vents and laden pastries sit
hungry mouths will eat and evaluate
leaving behind scattered crumbs of wit
Romances will flourish under the hot sun
dalliance or two with consequences
that appear in nine months to the ton
causing aslant glances at the lapses
Still the flowers bloom with vibrancy
colourful petals gleam all waxy
written 06/24/2014
contest Garden Party
footnote
Ton is another word for people from the nobility
ie lords, earls and ladies
Categories:
earls, flower, garden,
Form:
Sonnet
I feel guilty,
For something I didn’t do,
Am lovelorn,
Hurt beyond measure.
Even after taking an oath of fealty.
The state of me being grandeur……
Isn’t there no more.
I cry like a babe!
All these bog me down,
The pressure within me,
Even the saplings will die by feeling it.
I get this treatment because of the faute de mieux in me
Am ain’t an extrovert but everyone is so gruffy to me,
Being a baronetcy is worth than this,
Gypsies are revered in a parlor at a foreign land,
I cry like a babe!
Everyone ebbs away and I cry,
Who will lull me?
With this I will be caroused each day,
The trusted people nail you at last,
I love and I get despised for nothing,
An lonely and I have ceased being lofty,
How am I ……..
Earls cry while in depression,
Loving truly and you are looked down,
My love take it slow,
Even the sun sets in paradise,
Let me cuddle my wound.
I cry like a babe!
Categories:
earls, betrayal, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
Its' You Only
Diamonds are charming and
so are the gems and pearls
but I never find anything
like pretty and glamourous girls
Your red lips and blue eyes
have scorched many earls
your erotic gestures entice them
when you dance with dark curls
When in the autumn wind
calm green leaves swirl
you know all the arts of love
and give every heart a twirl
Seeing you in arms of others
always just makes me hurl
when I find you in the blue sky
you may watch our love unfurl
When you breathe for others
my tender heart is in whirl
but my soul doesn't believe
that you are that kind of girl
Since, I met you on sea-shore
my mind has been in a constant burl
then got a message from heaven
that it's you who is my dream girl
(Kishan Negi)
Categories:
earls, longing, love, romance,
Form:
Rhyme