Sweetly but no longer dazzling our eyes
Energy ebbing ,her motivation low
Putting out colours which do not surprise
That her less vibrant hues no more do glow
Embracing dull, sedate and sombre dresses
Mocking us, her nature being to tease
By slowly doffing her brighter tresses
Each voyeur rapt with her strip to please
Relish her seasonal seductive dance
Full of fluttering russet ,brown and gold
And her brazen and denuding stance
Letting the dowager become so bold
Leaving onlookers in a stunning trance
So that they fall for her siren romance
Atypical fanfare
watch me with recoil
old dowager puts on her entice
withered cobwebs
of renewal desire
somewhere in the city
she resides
selecting her prey
on social milieu
Greeting avarice like a dear friend
over a coffee and carrot cake
A fine country squire name of Zachary,
Made a fortune in his haberdashery.
The ladies and gents,
Put out a fair pence,
In return for the good squire's advisory.
He fancied a dowager lady,
Known as quiet, fastidious Miss Sadie.
She was quite a good looker,
Also a good cooker,
But there was two sides to this lady.
The squire did call on Miss Sadie.
Demurely she promised him maybe,
They could have tea,
Beneath the Oak tree,
And he began seeing her daily.
One week was all that it took,
And the squire was firmly hooked.
He lost lots of weight,
In one week of dates,
'Cause Sadie really knew how to cook.
A dowager lady of means,
Kept everything spotlessly clean.
She was up at cock's crow,
To cook, clean and sew.
Even her floors had a sheen.
Her neighbor, a fine country squire,
Said, "Maam, do you ever tire?"
She said, "Not a bit,
For I'm perfectly fit.
But you Sir could come light my fire."
Dowager dragon taught many things;
Wizened by life experience;
Warns us to stop destroying
Everything upon earth
We cannot just leave
The planet like,
We have dreamed;
Ends come
Fast.
Mistress Rose, dowager of the garden
Would you flaunt your beauty with ne'er a pardon
Fawn seductively in morning's breeze
To entice favours from passing bees?
Would you flick your crimson velvet skirts
To court kisses from pretty butterfly flirts?
Would petulant pansies turn their faces away
When you paraded your beauty day after day?
Would you be condescending of the straggly weeds
Their disorderly presence contrary to your needs?
Feel piqued by the hollyhock's graceful stance
Beside the path where lovers dance?
And would you covet spring when she playfully teased
Sweet scents from the jasmine and shy sweet peas?
And when dawn yawned into afternoon
And evening gathered to greet the moon
Would your smile turn thin-lipped and jaded
As your sweet allure slowly faded?
Such folly and vanity you couldn't express
For earth's soul you do possess!
The Arrogance of Wealth
By Elton Camp
“Dowager Countess” you must call me
Any familiarity and evil will befall ye
I am a very wealthy aristocrat
I am sure you are jealous of that
I hold a most lofty station in life
Free from mundane tasks or strife
When I speak, all present must heed
Servants fulfill my smallest need
Not the least disrespect will I allow
In my presence you are to kowtow
My superior kind of people are few
I have little use for the likes of you
English people I can barely tolerate
But Americans I most intensely hate
King, queen, duke or earl I entertain
A lowly baron outside must remain
If you do not go along with tradition
Then I shall assign you to perdition
Over Downton I once did preside
My son still there does reside
So always remember just who I am
Respectfully address me as “Ma’am”
Oh majestic peaks,
standing so tall,
the points never meager,
uplifting like the beautiful dowager.
~*~
The greenery covers,
like a flock of plovers,
and a blanket of fibrous wicker,
near the rocky slopes that flicker.
~*~
The sunlight is poking through,
and a wall of clouds of suspended dew,
a stand of conifers abridged,
growing across the green mountain ridge.
~*~
Oh Green Mountain, so rich in seeds and nuts,
like the early bakers torte,
your cool mountain streams,
cleanse thy body and make me gleam.
Waif.
Land outstreches.
Wooden bric-a-brac, the dead man's coat
And shoes.
Dowager.
The mirror is a blade
Slanted and glittering.
A world within a world,
A sea upturned.
Decadence won and lost.
Earth
The skins.
A shade of untermensch.
A shade of obscurity.
Foreign clothes,
The blood of Eden.
These are the combinations
A lock and a lock.
Question mark throughout.
Sepia, sepia, sepia.
Juvenile in a city of love
Journal of June jeopardize jolly of my jubilee
Journey of my fond judge George jolt my bridal
Juvenile in city of dowdy dowager
Jumper justify forever journey of my judge George
Juvenile in a moor of mound
Joy and jovial of my junior jag me jejune
Weep of my heart Jointure and jostle my jubilation
Like an orphan
Emphatic loves of Judge George throw me into jaunt of
Geneva
Junior enquire jamboree picture of my judiciousnessI Feel as i joint my Judge George
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