Best Liv Poems
she took in arms
I begged for give
she put in saddle
I long for liv
UNQUOTABLE QUOTES - LIV : Swatting flies in Buckingham Palace from the White House
When Bianca Nobilissima, the statuesque Sea Anne-Anne anchor in her Star-Trek heat-wave get-up exposing her sculptured architectural buoy spaces from head to heel (even Mr. Spock would raise eyebrows wishing he were human) disclosed – with the riotous rowdy Westminster Parliament for a backdrop – that she would give « anything » ( ???) to be (not necessarily verbatim) « a fly on the wall » during the British premiership « changing-of-the-guard » at Buckingham Palace just to see if the new Brexit-PM would actually « kiss » Her Majesty’s graciously proffered hand or just merely « sniff » at it, to say the least, she must have had no inkling whatsoever of the grave danger she was courting for right in those phantasmagoric surroundings resides a DUDE who is a past-master at « swatting » flies whether on, against or behind the wall or, for that matter,
even through the wall !
Guess WHO was watching the same emission ? for HE, too, proclaimed how he would love to be « a fly on the wall » just to listen to growls and growses in Democratic corridors of power on impeachment designs after the Senate Mueller hearings !!!
The Teutonic strains in the principally Norman royal household might reverberate to the chilling ribaldry of the Koninklijke Chorale Caecilia --(under the baton of Paul DINNEWETH and the ethereally uplifting voices : Martine REYNERS (soprano), Philip DEFRANCQ (tenor) and Joris DERDER (baritone) -- through Carl ORFF’s care-may-the-Devil-be : CARMINA BURANA performance : http : www.al-production.be
Would that the newly-ordained PM recall the medieval poet’s Old-German
in these lines :
Were din werit alle min
von deme mere unze an den Rin,
des weht ih mih darben,
daz diu chunegin von Engellant
lege an minen armen.
Translation (taken from the internet without credits) :
Were all the world mine
from the sea to the Rhine,
I would starve myself of it
so that the Queen of England
might lie in my arms.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, July 29, 2019
oh lady goodness
bring back gweniveer to me
stay a horse,patches
10,
Hot wax drips, honeysuckle lips
lavender scent, mind held waft
slow dancing
with a body so so soft
sexy sweet in blood red stelletos
picture perfect mirrored off the wall
but it's more that seduces my mind
than the way your enter my eye
a sapiosexual solicitation of surrender
surrounding my constant inner thought
trusting of wit
caressing each and every bit
and byte/bite
of my attention
a love drunk intervention of must
I lust
your spoken word
and your lighted soul
burning brightly inside
my yearning heart rises
to your harp~like voice
and leaps like a Wolf
at the whisper of your name
etched on the body of life
When a smile gives you a reason to liv
How can affection not be the first thing you choose to give
When a kiss gives you a long forgotten tingle
Harkening back to the days when the world was single
When looking into your eyes makes me see the stars
Like I just witnessed a super nova burst from a far
You are so incredible that words can not describe
What my soul, my heart, my essence, my spirt does derive
From just seeing your beautiful eyes come alive
A torn tale ere was sewn b' time's tool;
''f haggard hemisphere 'n' nocturnal nude,
'n which porous promiscuity 's oft draped -
furred fabrics, scales embroidery.
This tale 'n which cursed clothing was hexed;
porous past oozing sassy spell.
Makes marred maidens scarce behove laud,
but fractured flaunts cum odds grilled galls.
Tell those who 'gain sew this torn tale,
that nosy needle anon 'll break,
'n' sewn sanity would foster pawn
''f bruised beauties, gaunt graces 'n' plagued pores.
Let throbbing themes ''f this taunting tale
'n' wools ''f sewn silk canvas wits, fame 'n' shame.
'20:07:23:13:41
Note:
a) Of fractured fashion.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Ere - before
ii) oft - often
iii) Hexed - cast spell
iv) behove - suit
v) cum - and
vi) galls - biles
vii) anon - soon
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) 'n - in
v) 's - is
vi) 'll - will
IF ever I had a country : LIV - LV
LIV
IF ever I had even at an Event Horizon a country
And if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right His or Her Imperial Majesty
I'd clamp in pig-irons every one of the Courtiers y compris Sir Walter Raleigh
For any offence thought not to be higher or lower than lèse majesté
And have them all dumped in the cramped Black Hole of Calcutta without pity
For plotting and planning some centuries hence the Art of Conning the People through Democratic Demon-o-kratie
That is, if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right His or Her Imperial Majesty
And even if I never ever had at any Event Horizon no country
LV
IF ever I had even at an Event Horizon a country
And if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right the Heir Apparent future Imperial Majesty
I'd sit on His Majesty's Crown of stolen diamonds opels moonstones and gilded finery
To warn all my Princes Princesses Lords Ladies Dukes and Marquis on bended knee
That I'd send them forthwith down pitch-black Black Hole for standing uppity on their assumed Noble Ancestry
And remind them all every one of us are descended sans exception from the Black African humanity Tree
That is, if ever I were by self-arrogated Divine Right the Heir Apparent future Imperial Majesty
And even if I never ever had at no Event Horizon a country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, August 13, 2018
White donkey had much love and heartfelt affection to give
His most special intergalactic friend was a cat named Liv.
Without any problem, Whitey and Liv agreed on everything,
Best of all, they discovered they both could sing.
Whitey would bray, and Liv would meow in the night.
They would cuddle up together, a glorious interracial sight.
They were the best of friends for twenty years or more.
Thirty even maybe, and this is truly no folklore.
There they go, Farmer Henry said to Louella, his corpulent wife.
I wish the other animals would show such a lack of strife.
Let’s have them give seminars to the others, out in the barn.
So Liv and Whitey did, and it worked like a charm.
The chickens and sheep began to lay with each other.
The puppy took a cow to be his adoptive mother.
The cow cuddled up with the rooster so thick.
The seminar by the two had truly done the trick!