Best Prince Charles Poems
Lady Di
The princess we loved
At 5ft 10 tall with stunning beauty
This angel stunned the world
With her duty.
A young Diana did marry a Prince Charles
From other Royals she got snarls
An independent woman, we watched grow
With 2 sons William and harry
They filled her with life
They made her glow.
Thing soon turned sour
With an affair he had
This made Dianna
Very mad
She had 2 sisters and 2 brothers
Was talented on the piano
She like dance
Maybe the tango
Beautiful, humble, elegant
The charities she helped
Where to her testament
Diana the most influential person
Of the 20th century
We will forever hold her in
Our hearts and in our memory.
Related to Winston Churchill and 10 U.S Presidents
Towards the end of her life
She lived in torment
Diana developed a love interest
With Major James Hewitt
She looked happy
We knew it
Battling mental health issues, eating disorders
And suicide attempts
Behinds the scenes
Her heart was breaking
Whilst the paparazzi
Was staking
Media did not leave Dianna alone
There was no where she could turn
To be on her own
1997 Diana passed away in a car crash
The world in disbelief
We thought the media
Was speaking trash
It was true
There wasn’t a dry eye
How could this happen
Now her soul is in the sky
The driver of her car
Influenced by alcohol
Took this princess’s life
She was our real-life doll
Mother Teresa gave Diana
Rosary beads that where
Buried with her
Although no longer living
She still holds power
Thousands came to say goodbye
With many tributes
There wasn’t a dry eye.
Diana’s grave on an island
On her family’s lake
RIP Diana
You have no more heartache
She’s eighty-nine years of age
So wise she’s quite a sage
As long as she’s sane
Long may she reign
I do hope she draws a good wage
She married Prince Phillip who’s Greek
His gaffes sometimes make him a geek
When he opens his mouth
His brains they go south
The Queen cringes when he starts to speak
They live in London in a palace so grand
The finest royal residence in the land
Waited on hand and foot
I guess they will stay put
Crowds are entertained by a marching band
Prince Charles is King in waiting
His mother’s reign he is berating
Banana skins on the floor
Superglue on the door
Some hope he will never be King
He married Camilla Parker Bowles
She loves to drive off in the ‘Rolls’
Before he was married to Di
Camilla had caught his eye
And now his heart she controls
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Prince Charles
I have read my name on a British novel written by John Doe a few times.
It begins with a crude remark which gives reference to an old friend from Dublin, then on the forth page it reads, like a catechumen phrase: "to be or not to be, that's private."
But this is not a fine way to pronounce a prince,
and again, what is private? Is it the whereabouts
of a jewel or the truth about my father's will which was
written by a gardener or the untitled notes of an eunuch who was
dethroned by a Queen?
If you study carefully you will notice a sentence that resembles
a Shakespeare quote as expressed on the third paragraph of the writer's
epilogue-- stating how unreliable my judgment can be with regards to a lady's
need. He has made a mockery of my name and we-- my father and I, Mr. Wilchoff, the writer's son, my niece, and my unrelated cousins from downtown Alabama do not fancy it.
The epilogue had been read as a preamble speech by the Queen's guard before the novel was parceled to my study. It reads with such clarity and boldness-- "Prince Charles."
It sounded weird, yet familiar. It's familiarity was that of the ending of a moral tale,
a doggerel-- like the struggle of a colored man on an Irish farm or an actor who never got an award for his stunts. I heard the sound in many different voices from the past like a dethroned queen in the Victorian age, and from the future like a critic whose intention is to corrupt my integrity...
She took a glance at me as my fingers fidgets carefully
stating how remarkable the speech and novel was, and
how it mattered to her womanhood.
I was startled at the way she pronounced each word,
how she flaunted her blonde hairs backwards and blinked
her brown eyes as my stupidity unveils.
"You have done a vain thing," I whispered.
I smiled at every opportunity I entertained,
winking my fallen brows and making a grin behind
the wrinkles on my white face. She cheered, and said
to me in absolute sincerity as if she had known no sin:
"to be or not to be, isn't private."
served her people well
seventy years on the throne
now gone to her rest
Written 8th September 2022
R. I. P Queen Elizabeth who passed away this afternoon at Balmoral in Scotland.
Prince Charles will now become King Charles the 3rd of England
I was just thirteen years old, a young maid,
A peasant girl at that, who for most of the time,
Tended the animals in the fields, on my father’s farm,
In my hometown, Domremy France
Then one day to my surprise visits from angels,
With messages from on high. Saying,
You have been chosen, to lead France to victory,
Against the English, in war”
Why me! With no military training? I said,
God has seen your dedication, and spirit,
Your love towards the Catholic Church,
Now go to the Crowned Prince Charles,
Convincing him that it is by these visions, that you are led.
Because we have seen France, torn apart far too long”
At the age of sixteen, my journey began,
Cutting my hair down, and dressed as a man,
I vowed chastity, and knew the plan,
In white armor, on a white horse,
I rode to conquer, I rode to win,
My victories spread far and wide, with armies and followers.
My mission, my destiny, to save France,
To expel the enemy, of overwhelming importance,
Battle after battle, conquer after conquer,
Nothing could stop me now, my confidence grew,
And God by my side, the English were being defeated,
My reputation spread far and wide,
I was becoming so much too powerful,
For my own good, and so much,
Too strong, by the grace of God.
That a trial was brought forth against me,
By the people whom I led, how could, this be such a thing,
Seventy charges of witchcraft and heresy,
Imprisonment they said! Oh how my heart bled,
No attempts of help from the Prince,
No rescue, he said,
Or he too would be discredited,
Cut off from his head,
I was imprisoned one year, and feared for my life,
Forced to sign a treaty,
Denying all divine intervention and guidance from God,
A death sentence was pronounced. I was led,
Fastened to the stake,
Burnt in the flames, until my body was dead.
Prince Harry bared his bottom
So that all the world could see;
He didn’t seem embarrassed
By his lack of modesty.
Cavorting in a Vegas suite,
This soldier, on a leave,
Allowed himself the freedom
That Prince Charles could not believe.
So, summoned to the royal digs,
Did Harry get a thrashing?
If so, his dad’s a hypocrite,
With follies worth rehashing.
For I remember Charles confessing,
On the phone, with amp on,
That his desire was to be
His dear Camilla’s tampon.
He didn’t know the phone was tapped
And clueless, too, was Harry;
Such antics merely feed the press
With royal commentary.
Before we blame the wayward prince
For stripping on his spree,
We should acknowledge apples
Falling not far from their tree.
ST. PAUL’S CATHEDRAL AND THE TRAMP
Thousands, perhaps millions of wily, desperate tramps have always been,
But this one far away across the seas was an unusual scene,
Lying on a slab of stone,
He had no existing home,
Thin, dirty and hungry, present in a place so pristine!
There are so many around and everywhere about,
But this tramp, above all others, no doubt stood out,
We saw him on holiday,
Whist on a trip to the UK,
T’was a man, couldn't’ tell alive or dead, but stout!
Where did we see this aging, neglected human being
At St. Paul’s Cathedral, in the foyer as you walk in,
Could see that he meant no harm
For inquisitive tourists, worked like a charm,
I felt awed by the spiritual presence of God, ever seeing.
Sunday, had gone to early mass, chilly put on our shawls
Humbled with its historic architecture and solid walls,
Princess Dianne married Prince Charles here,
She had no clue her funeral was near,
Forgetting everything, took part in mass in total enthral!
Heard angelic unbroken voices of pre-teen boys choir
Our family was spiritually enveloped, never been here prior,
We took our seats, no other noise,
Service ended with hymns from the boys
All dressed in rich red robes and outfits, ecclesiastical attire!
People permitted to walk around the cathedral, we saw tombs,
Royalty buried in this remarkable place, perhaps died with gloom,
History took place inside St. Paul's,
With its secret passages and halls,
And many controversial theological disputes solved in back rooms!
Remembered the tramp, was he OK, was he breathing,
Someone nudged him he didn’t move, another started her healing,
Were concerned, thought it should be reported,
He was dirty as soot, his hair knotted,
The tramp, nonchalantly sat up, stretched and disappeared, hymns singing!
Packets of food and milk were tucked in a corner,
And two blankets and a duvet, and an old pullover,
People from around and all the priests,
Saw he had essentials, no whisky treats,
The tramp was happy in his sanctuary like little Jack Horner.
THE BOYS WHO WOULD BE KING
by Ron Arbuthnot
Dear Prince, I've dreamt your crown sets on my head,
Like many USA boys, in our prime
Not fantasy, but stuff of dreams, instead,
So we could shape the world and in our time;
So we could lead the dreamers in their quest
For God's Divinity, that sweetness for the soul,
For Goodness, Mercy, Hope, and all the rest
Of qualities that make life's worthy goal.
W've loved your Mother, as we know she's you,
And hands you down, these matters from her past,
To show mankind, that love alone can do,
Not very much without what makes a love to last.
Yes, I have dreamt I'd wear your crown one day,
In stuff of dreams, that God will bring your way.
God Save the Queen
God Save the King
Prince Charles Prince of Wales
Prince William Duke of Caimbridge
Ron Arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Fort Dix, McGuire AFB NJ The Colonies
Dust in the ground
I have a friend in Africa
He has a very kind soul
And I know this girl in Siberia
Where it’s always so cold
My friend raj lives in Mumbai
He looks like a Bollywood star
And poison arrow lives in England
He likes to drive a racing car
And my bff lives in New Jersey
She’s a medical student
She’s so sweet and beautiful
She’s just so magnificent
There is just one world
It’s where we all belong
No one better than no one
We all will be dust in the ground
I got a friend in Malaysia
She is a man utd fan
She wishes to see the boys play
It’s her future plan
There’s farmer in Peru
Every day he tend to his crops
And mothers losing children in wars
Tears falling like rain drops
President Obama sits in the white house
Bob Marley dies so very young
Terrorist learning to fly airplanes
Prince Charles waiting for the crown
There is just one world
It’s where we all belong
No one better than none
We all will be dust in the ground
China takes over Hong Kong
England had it for 100 years
And in Trinidad a New Yorker
Is drinking some cold beers
Everyone has a passion burning
But it’s easy to put out
Some times we listen to others
And in our minds they cast a doubt
And my mother in Trinidad
She’s an inspiration queen
And the best food in Trinidad
Is my brother place Naz cuisine
There is just one world
It’s where we all belong
No one better than none
We all will be dust in the ground
The Promenade.
Another day Sunday at the seaside resort luckily there were
no carousels, few kids and those who were there behaved
textbook like, with their grandparents loyally eating ice cream
and drinking soda pops; since they were given everything they
wanted, there were few tantrums.
The latest trend now (for women) is to wear long, lose fitting
flowering dresses and my wife said she still had dresses like that
going back forty years; she will wear one of them tomorrow.
Grand yachts at the marina I counted three “Aston Martins”
wondered if Prince Charles was around. Yet on the promenade
I saw mostly pensioners who had been saving for a year to have
this one vacation. I was the only one who murmured darkly if
the rich had paid their taxes; but what do you expect of a man
who wants to bring back the guillotine.
Time has mellowed me the weather was summery I wore blazer
and looked posh (that´s what she said) and I did my best to keep
my stomach in. This is an enchanting time we tried not to think
of tomorrows as we sat on a bench eating ice-cream yogurt
…it has less sugar.
I don’t what tomorrow will bring
Neither do you
All we know is we’re here today
In my pocket got a diamond ring
That belongs to you
So just hear what I came to say
I am crazy about you
Yes I am
I don’t know what the future holds
No body does
We just do the best that we can
But I don’t care what unfolds
As long as I’m next you
And you’re here holding your hands
I am crazy about you
Yes I am
Only once in your life you meet some one
Who is worth dying for?
And you if you ever have the chance
You would love them for ever more
I don’t know if it’s going to rain
I didn’t see the news
Sometimes we can get some snow
But when we are with the one love
We don’t worry bout about those things
The seasons it just come and goes
I am crazy about you
Yes I am
I don’t know why we were born
But god has his plans
So We just got to have faith
But I believe in miracles
It’s just the way I am
And if you need more time I will wait
Cause I am crazy about you
Yes I am
And I will Love and protect you
Cherish you for the rest of our lives
And I will never let one tear drops
falls from your beautiful eyes
I don’t know if Prince Charles will ever be king
A lot of people asking me
But I really don’t know what to say
Maybe one day when the fat lady will sing
But that might never be
I saw her in gym yesterday
All I know is that I love you so
And want to be in your arms today
And for the rest of my life
It’s where I want to stay
Cause I am crazy bout you
Yes I am
D. Trump
we dumped
Ted Cruz
you lose
Cuomo
should go
Newsom's*
gruesome
Biden's
hidin'
Faucci's
grouchy
Meghan's
ragin'
Harry's
scary
Queen Mom's
aplomb
Prince Charles
just snarls
ISIS
crisis
Iran
new bomb
Kim Jong
King Kong
Bit coin
come join
T-bonds
abscond
Oil price
up twice
Brit Spears
cry tears
Doc Seuss
cut loose
Big Dance*
short pants
Sis Jean*
Prom Queen
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*Notes:
Newsom - California governor whom voters are trying to recall
The 'Big Dance' is a nickname for the NCAA basketball tourney,
which begins this week.
Sis Jean is Sister Jean, a 101 year-old nun who works at Loyola
University, which made the 'Big Dance' for the second time in the
last four years. At age 98, she accompanied the team to the 'Dance,'
sat on the bench, hugged and cheered players, even gave them
advice(!) and Loyola came made it to the Final Four! Wow! This year,
she's going back again, at 101! What a gal!
(Charles Philip Arthur George - b. 14 November 1948)
I had a cousin called Charles, said Aunty Olive.
Nice young man. That's him on our TV.
That's not cousin: it's King, said Aunty Lucy. It's King Charles.
Now watch it all on this TV. It's a TV, Olive, a TV.
It's nineteen fifty-three, isn't it? asked Aunty Olive.
I remember Victoria. There she is.
She's dead, said Aunty Lucy. And you meant Elizabeth. She's gone, too.
Now look at those oils. They're from the Mount of Olives.
Very posh, said Aunty Elsie. Olives.
Nothing to do with Aunty Olive though - she's here, right here. Ha-ha!
Do be quiet, said Aunty Olive. We're all different olives. Ha-ha!
And this boy is Prince Charles. Prince Charles.
Prince Harry, Olive, Aunty Elsie corrected. Not Charles.
Harry's the King's second son. That red-headed one.
Now, said Aunty Lucy, you must have heard of this chrism oil on this TV?
Oils of sesame, rose, jasmine, cinnamon.
Oh, yes, said Aunty Elsie. I've heard of them.
Neroli, too, and that benzoin, amber and orange blossom.
Oh, you do show off, our Elsie, said Aunty Olive.
We're not that Mr Shakespeare's three witches, you know!
But look who's here, Aunty Olive added:
That Prince What's His Name chap, that Princess royal.
Yes, said Aunty Elsie: Duke of Gloucester, Viscount Linley,
Prince George - that nice boy - and Princess Charlotte, it never stops.
And nor will this TV show, said Aunty Olive.
So let's watch this King George, er, Frederick, er . . .
Charles! Aunty Lucy bellowed.
Charles! Charles! Charles! Charles! Charles!
(6 May 2003)
(You may wish to see also "Trooping the Colour" of June 2022 and "Obsequies for a Queen" of September 2022; and Elsie appears also in "Aunty Elsie's Bathroom" and "A Rubbing of Hands")
Fairest Diana: an Epitaph for Princess Diana
by Michael R. Burch
Fairest Diana, princess of dreams,
born to be loved and yet distant and lone,
why did you linger?so solemn, so lovely?
an orchid ablaze in a crevice of stone?
Was not your heart meant for tenderest passions?
Surely your lips?for wild kisses, not vows!
Why then did you languish, though lustrous, becoming
a pearl of enchantment cast before sows?
Fairest Diana, as fragile as lilac,
as willful as rainfall, as true as the rose;
how did a stanza of silver-bright verse
come to be bound in a book of dull prose?
Published by Tucumcari Literary Journal and Night Roses
Lady Diana Spencer, the Princess of Wales, was an angel of compassion who brought beauty and grace to the English royal family. Her marriage to Prince Charles was one of the most-viewed marriages of all time. But with her support of numerous charities she was an inspiration to many, and more than just an international celebrity. Keywords/Tags: Princess, England, England's Rose, English, royalty, royal, royals, noble, nobility, beauty, beautiful, grace, elegance, class, inspiration, crown, sonnet, sonnets, woman, women, angel of compassion, epitaph
I shared my life with you...
So much my friend
I thought my times with you...
would never end
On your winding trail...
I walked
Where rabbits ran...
and squirrels squawked
I've seen the shadows...
from the sun
Mini-bikers...
on the run
You kept us smiling...
you old road
Where Lois Lane...
and Jimmy rode
With no white lines...
to smudge your style
Memories saved...
on every mile
An Indian path...
you used to be
Broken arrows...
in the tree
Your fluffy dirt...
now neat and paved
Like Prince Charles...
All clean and shaved
The government...
had bought and sold
So say, so long...
you old dirt road