Best Elisabeth Poems
He was the bard from Stratford, and as a teenager
he helped his father in his trade; he married and had children
and became the most popular and admired play writer
in all England...acting was also his other pleasurable passion.
Curious Queen Elisabeth was one of the thousand spectators,
who came to see him in the Globe theater...she shed tears,
and was stunned by the performance of his timeless plays,
and yet, some of his fellow-poets criticized him for his writings!
I wish I had lived in that Victorian era so intellectual and refined,
and had met him in person and had showed him my ample admiration;
I would have asked him the secret, which made him so legendary and loved...
and he would have whispered it to me, to make me revel in that revelation!
I have read his inspiring works, and tragedies rampantly occur
from " Romeo and Juliet"...the Verona's immortal lovers, through" Hamlet "
whose insanity was undoubtedly caused by the specter of his father;
and why didn't Shakespeare choose less dramatic plays not ending in death?
He wanted to teach us indelible lessons to show us how the human spirit
can be passionate, adamant, loveless, envious, cruel, unfair and treacherous...
to outline all kinds of guilt: from murder to envy so well-expressed with eloquence;
it's no mystery to anyone how he conjured up such plots with grief, madness and wit!
Shakespeare was no ordinary kid, and he played with his siblings on Henley Street,
neighbors saw him trot to his grammar school, later he would make everyone weep;
early in adolescence, did his prodigious mind envision one from a vague thought?
It's no wonder that he is widely read even today...hear his speak, he'll impart worth!
Entered in Amy Green's contest, " Wow Me With Inspiration "
Inspired by the Bridal painting of the Empress Elisabeth of the 19th century Austro-Hungarian Empire -
Elegance, strength as elegance,
elegance of spirit personified as if this extraordinary elegance
was born to be, beyond the devestation of mortals,
so far outside the boundries of the base & banal ravishings
prevelant within peoples' passions and purposes,
escaping expectations of equality,
graciousness was alive within her
like a landscape loved & leavened by a monogamous moonlight,
ebony overcome by the invigoration of ivory,
realising that genuine grace is a monument
of courage confronting chaos, crystallised composure,
she being a template and temple for hopefuls,
in all my experience I have witnessed no woman more ready for power,
more savoring for sacrafice, more able to abate avarice & acrimony,
Elisabeth, the emerald of an Empire,
Mother to minions, mistress of the misery & magnificence of the multitudes,
Master of the stout & savant,
such precocious puissance of personality, regal resilience,
my imagination renders eagles delivering sustenance to her,
bees bringing heavenscent -
J.A.B.
To find true love is such a thrill
Your heart pounds hard against your will
Glowing eyes and loving smile
Make you believe it’s all worthwhile
Apart for long you cannot be
I need to have you close to me
To hug, to hold, or merely kiss
Just thoughts of you are simply bliss
As time goes by our love unites
And no more dark and lonely nights
You are my sunshine and my desire
There’s nothing else that I require
©Elisabeth Dubois – 2012
Lynn, the tom-boy of Herald Square, couldn't be compared to Princess
Diana, or a similar one for finesse to perfectly fit in a royal scene;
that ordinary gal had a foolish wish of a non-blue-blooded Queen,
who rarely smiled, or said, " Thank you. " when they offered her a rose.
Her dad knew people in high places that loved green,
and he wanted her to look good to get more praise
and attention by squandering lots of money
on a wedding, not worth the social status and the stupidity;
to the wedding ceremony no royalty came only family and friends...
you would have had the impression that Queen Elisabeth
would have walked into the hall and congratulate her!
Eh, wasn't that a foolish wish of a non-blue blooded Queen?
Folks, don't nod in disapproval, the story gets better as it should;
the guests waited outside Saint Patrick's the Cathedral expecting a limousine...
not quite so! The royal coach pulled by two gray horses stopped at the curb,
the bride zoomed out dragging along the broom, not allowing him to greet anyone;
someone shouted, " Pretty boy, what's her rush? Why is she so jealous? He stared
at that upset gal and muttered, " Sorry " while his left ear was being pinched hard.
Bear with me a little bit longer, the best is yet to come, enjoy this comedy!
" Idiot! Idiot! Don't embarrass me!" Gino whispered...
" I shouldn't embarrass you in front of Miss Universe? "
" I will marry you...for worse, not for better! " Lynn vowed with madness,
and barging in, she forgot to pick up her wedding dress and tripped
and fell on her butt sliding down the isle while onlookers were filled with incredibility...
then she ran out stepping on Cardinal Cooke's foot who was returning from a wake!
The wedding was called off, and Gino was reproved by his mom for his mistake.
After reading my drama, who would have a foolish wish of a non-blue-blooded Queen?
Making drastic changes by acting on foolishness, doesn't make one look so keen.
Seeing others doing harmful things,
excessively drinking and using hard drugs,
I say this road is the wisest one
a very prudent individual could ever take,
hoping that nobody will lay flowers
on that spot, where a horrible crash may occur.
Perhaps I've been too cautious...
when it comes to save what I hold most precious,
not afflicting useless pain on my body;
only praying to God to safeguard me.
This afternoon, I visited my niece Crystal in Elmurst Hospital,
as she and her four friends were involved in a bad accident;
the driver, who had a legal alchool level in her blood, crashed
into a light pole last Sunday morning; were they all drinking?
That's a mere speculation, but this kind of behavior is common
among teenagers; Asia, the driver of the car, is into a coma slowing improving.
Crystal has a broken leg and fractured pelvis, begging nurses for help;
and she is in acute pain and can hardly breath. Elisabeth is on a respirator...
due to a blood clot traveling to her lungs; the other two girls have minor injuries.
What does it take for irresponsible drivers not to be under the influence....
avoiding the mourning of a dear one, or even losing their own life?
Not many folks will heed this message...until they face death,
and nothing can be done to prevent them from diying.
Trongs of visitors crowd the hall, to inquire about their condition;
they hear their agony and are unable to help...ah, if they ever could!
So will you take that path which is the wisest one to avoid a possible tragedy,
or continue defying fate until its awfully late to enjoy a full life?
Their parents are as helpeless as I, but our faith makes hope grow...
that these kids will finally understand that a second chance is not given to all.
This horrible accident happened in Woodhaven, Queens, NY on August 15, 2010.
"Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come.
Thy will be done
in earth, as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the
power, and the glory, for ever.
Amen".
The two sisters Mary and Elisabeth said the Lord's prayer
every night. On their knees, in unison, in the room of their
father and pastor Zechariah Love Israel as he watched.
"Very good Mary and Elisabeth. Now get the Bible and read
a verse". The oldest sister Mary got the Bible off the nightstand
and turned to Genesis chapter six. "And it came to pass when
men began to multiply on the face of the earth, and daughters
were born unto them, that the sons of God saw the daughters
of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all
which they chose". Raising his hand for Mary to stop reading.
Zechariah walked over and took the Bible out of her hand. He
then had the two sisters turn towards each other and undress
each other. "Daddy please not to night. Elisabeth and I don't
feel well". "Now Mary you both know the Lord God will heal
you through me". The crimes and acts that Zechariah commited
that night was unspeakable. Every morning Mary and Elisabeth
would try to scrub the betrayal of their father off their flesh.
"Our dead mother must be crying her eyes out in heaven" Elisabeth
said to Mary as they got ready for church.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka The Brown Philosopher
aka The Green Poet aka Red Seven
Limericks crochetés : Once a French Goncourt telecast live
Once* a French Goncourt* telecast live:
“You don’t write from knowledge of (knowing) Life.
You write from reading books!”
Prize won for swagger looks?
Or longest novel on unlived strife?
Who takes the Cup for creating lives?
Should Shakespeare not read Plutarch’s lives?
Nor Cervantes adventure?
Greek tragedians Homer?
Watch! Which kurti* Goncourt henceforth survives!
• Once: Elisabeth Quin’s “28 Minutes” on ARTE channel,
Feb. 28, 2014
• Goncourt: Premier French literary award(ee)
• kurti: shirt (kurti) hanging out of long pants (salwar),
Indian style
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014
I don't know
that love has a
bucket list,
a program best
to follow...and
writers do seem often
inclined more amorous
of
text...
especially us poets, flag
carriers of the heart,
seldom an emotion
not expressed
by pen in part
like an accountant
tallying feelings
numbers his bread
and butter
one has to wonder
if the physical and
the sheet ever entirely
meet
did the composition
a real body fullest greet
or sometimes is writing
Love's happy-face hiding
fearful retreat
“how much do I love thee?”
I have not read Browning's
reply in equally great verse...
were I the beneficiary
my cry of joy would
blush the very sky
a splash of passion never
to be rivaled nor dimmed
for all the world to see
therefore, Elisabeth
was it so deeply also
Robert's eternity
was such fond declaration
the height of shared human
affection
or mere sonnet of romantic
poetic perfection
the heart
too often
a heart of letters
Dear Elisabeth,
Our journey has come to an end.
Exciting, yet adventurous.
Exam day,
You are an angel,
Soft as a feather.
I still remember which music I played.
I was terrified.
But fortunate.
A freezing winter Monday,
To a heating summer Friday.
Our happy faces never fade.
Until that day,
Gala day.
My heart sunk.
To the bottom of the sea,
Fallen into pieces,
Never coming up,
Never going back together.
When I go into the lights,
When the audience claps,
When I’m with the orchestra living my dream,
But memories with you,
Filled my entire brain.
All I can think was
“This is for you”
My first and last time sharing this moment with you.
I went out there,
My fingers weren’t playing notes,
My fingers played my heart.
It played my story with you.
Not Greig’s story,
Not a made up story,
But our story,
A true story.
Three years,
36 months,
156 weeks,
1096 days.
We’ve come so far.
You watched me grow,
Helped me to achieve my dream.
Never imagined this day fast forwarded a year,
Unexpected.
When the leaves start to fall,
When the breeze becomes cold wind,
When the clock runs out of battery,
Take the ferry and start a new adventurous journey.
Your student,
Melody
The world is bleak the world is dark
There is no spark left in my life
A worthless journey with worthless goals
Made up with years of empty holes
There is no future there is no gain
Just a life so filled with pain
Treasured things so out of reach
Were never meant for me to keep
I had so wished to find a love
That moulded just like hand and glove
I always gave an inch or two
To keep a love that felt so true
So much to give, so much to share
With one that cared enough to care
I have no wish to struggle on
The war is over the world has won
©Elisabeth Dubois – 2012
A petal falls as morning dawns
flutters and sways gently aground
a light breeze may carry it away
before nature finalizes decay
the golden rose from whence it came
stands bare, its grace dismayed
a bud, a bloom, a scent to please
offers memories of what has been
a cycle of life, or so it seems
a moment in time or merely a dream
did we note its wonderful bloom
or did it live in solitude
too short a life to go unseen
beauty bounds within our realms
reflect on all of nature’s being
before we near our final sleep
© Elisabeth Dubois – March – 2011
Amongst the countless grains of sand
I sit and gather some in hand
A moonless sky is up tonight
Glittering stars with all their might
The grains of sands I dare compare
To the stars above to which I stare
The mind assumes it comprehends
Although it only makes amend
Am I a figment or just a dream?
Or maybe just a being supreme
Do I exist and does it matter
As time passes and things get darker
And what is time and how do we measure
A second, a minute or something bigger
Can we equate our life to be?
Something as simple as energy
I have no answers to all there is
Nor do I wish to even perceive
Whatever I am, I just accept
As answers remain quite inept
©Elisabeth Dubois – Dec, 2011
There is an endless sea that engulfs all dreams
There is a land of sand that has no time
There is a sun that glows and a moon that shines
But what does all this, have to do with time?
A world and life that reflects beauty
A day is all we have, to embrace it fully
Moments of time is what we have
No past to regret no tomorrow to follow.
Today you’ll live a moment in time
As today, like any other day… is always today!
©Elisabeth Dubois 2011
Don Cody is the main antagonist of the 21 film Girl In The Basement.He is a controlling and cruel father who believes he is right all the time and throws temper tantrums whenever his ego is bruised,or when someone does something he doesn't like,until he is arrested for his crimes of imprisoning his family against their will for two decades.Elisabeth was given a new name following the trial,with strict laws to prevent her identity being revealed.The children,aged between 20 and 34 as of February 2023,reportedly slept in rooms with doors permanently open after undergoing weekly therapy sessions to eliminate the traumas they suffered inside the cellar.Note.Kia Bakchodi film da Don Cody.
"Our Father which art in heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come.
Thy will be done
in earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our debtors.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil:
For thine is the kingdom, and the power,
and the glory, for ever.
Amen.
The two sisters Mary and Elisabeth said
the Lord's prayer every night. On their
knees, in unison, in the room of their father
and pastor Zechariah Love Israel as he
watched. "Very good Mary and Elisabeth.
Now get the Bible and read a verse". The
oldest sister Mary got the Bible off the
nightstand and turned to Genesis chapter
six. "And it came to pass when men
began to multiply on the face of the earth,
and daughters were born unto them, that
the sons of God saw the daughters of men
that they were fair; and they took them
wives of all which they chose". Raising
his hand for Mary to stop reading.
Zechariah walked over and took the Bible
out of her hand. He then had the two
sisters turn towards each other and
undress each other. "Daddy please not
tonight. Elisabeth and I don't feel well".
"Now Mary you both know the Lord God
will heal you through me". The crimes and
acts that Zechariah commited that night
was unspeakable. Ever morning Mary and
Elisabeth would try to scrub the betrayal
of their father off their flesh. "Our dead
mother must be crying her eyes out in
heaven" Elisabeth said to Mary as they got
ready for church.
Written by Keith Edward Baucum aka
The Brown Philosopher aka The Green
Poet aka Red Seven