Elizabeth Taylor,
Married eight times, ex-husbands in a galore!
Many more than two coveted Oscars she won,
Dealing with seven grumpy men - not a lot of fun!
Limerick
There once was a goddess named Liz,
With eyes that could make a man fizz.
She would marry by Tuesday,
Then divorce by Wednesday
Till death or a better offer was her biz.
Eight rings on her finger
Here is our Liz Taylor.
Elizabeth Taylor -
I'd sure like to nail 'er.
Yep, I'd do that hot tin roof cat.
Oops, did I just say that?
Queen Elizabeth
sentenced her cousin to death:
"Mary, you're the Queen of every Scot,
but you are Catholic. I am not".
One of five sisters near Meryton born, Elizabeth Bennet,
whose towering zeal, extolled in deft prose at its zenith,
hailed as Lizzy by some, prone to mock prim societal flaws,
with cheek and wry humour, irreverent “guff”aws!
Lierary figure in work Pride And Predjudice
whose author was Jane Austen
Elizabeth Bennet
Prejudice against Darcy was her life's tenet
But when he helped her sister
She loved him and made him her own Mister
- "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
You're a drummer Sylvia,
the carnage of your life
lies in open stock
for anyone to buy.
You sell us death in poems
bereft of love; you borrow
our breath to line the
hollow of your soul.
The pain's not sweet Sylvia
neither were your thirty years.
If you and Elizabeth Browning
should, by chance, meet
in that starless void
of heaven or hell,
speak to her in flowers
Sylvia, red roses bleed well.
" Sarah, remember that yourself is good enough. "
Sometimes words are spoken
To one, or just a few.
Yet they find a way to resonate
With other people too.
And throughout all of history
Her message echoes through...
"Remember that yourself is good enough"
As is oneself too!
This is a powerful message
Poignant and profound
A reminder that each person
Has potential to be found.
A guide to our resilience
Let your inner self sound.
You matter as you are
Not as a clone of others around.
So the Queen told Sarah Ferguson
And in a way she says to us,
Never to forget something important
Even when things are feeling rough
And the demands of life and people
Seem to grow more tough....
Just remember.... just "remember
that yourself is good enough."
In 1959 when I was nearly ten
HRH the Queen Mother was in Kenya
and to an engagement on the way
with no escort whatsoever
in a black Humber Pullman Landaulet
my Mum and I who were the only two
on Forest Road (now Uhuru Hwy)
standing at the end of the drive
waiting by the Nairobi roadside
for Her Majesty to arrive
soon she came and leaning forward
tapping the chauffeur on the shoulder
to see our front garden she bid him stop
and admired in wonder the colourful three
bougainvillea which had climbed to the top
of a very tall silver birch tree
cascading like a waterfall in a riot of colour
then personally to me Elizabeth gave
(a treasured memory in 2024 at 74)
while gazing at our amazing floral display
a smile and the world-renowned Royal Wave
Would you love me again
If you see me in gehenna
Would you hate me still
If you see me in heaven
This angst of love and hate
Will it end here or in limbo?
Since I know nothing over time
Of your disposition to me
My heart has become droplets
In the realm of nothingness.
Genuine
Radiant
Agreeable
Considerate
Eccentric
Educated
Leader
Inner beauty
Zesty
Affectionate
Brave
Enlightening
Trusting
Hard working
Very funny
Affable
Ultra deluxe edition
Graceful (see what I did there)
Helpful
Natural
Galaxy, heart
erase, gaze
tender, cold
How do I love thee --
I cannot count the ways,
for there are none.
Not because the sun doesn't
grace thy face with its brilliance,
leaving the rays reflected back in a trance
and even the shadows dancing
as they trace thy golden reflection,
guiding thoughts through galaxies
tenderly gloved within thy gallant gaze
no imagination can erase.
Nor because the wind breathes traces
of divine intelligence
as thy tender breath reaches my wearied face.
No
Not because there is nothing to love,
but because love had left my ice-cold presence
long before we met,
and my heart was left alone
with no shadows of my own to dance
as they traced reflections of light,
for there was no light to trace.
Elizabeth was our queen for such a long time,
diamonds on her crown will always glow and shine.
Twenty years she was our majesty all those years on the throne,
When her prince Philip died she felt all alone.
She continued our queen a little more while,
kept herself strong and continued to smile.
Then the day cam told she was dying,
the nation heard the news, communities were crying.
The eighth of September Twenty Twenty Two,
the queen passed away in her favourite colour blue.
That day in September she fell asleep,
that's when the nation all began to weep.
She was with prince Philip since Nineteen, Forty, Seven,
now they are together way up there in heaven.
Philip held her hand and led her the way,
to a place where kings and queens were monarchs every day.
She wore a special crown or halo known by some,
she is happy to see in heaven they are worn by everyone.
The queen her reign had come to an end,
Seventy years she served our country as the nations friend.
We will always remember the queen the one we will always love,
Now she's with her Philip in heave way up above,
now i end this story emotional for some
God save our queen her work on earth is done.
wet pillow teardrops
missing moon glow delight
sans tomorrow
I had never met Elizabeth E before today.
She works at a different school.
Another Montessori.
She sat down at our round table.
I could tell by a variety of looks that others at our table knew her.
Almost before the group task was explained EE grabbed the paper.
She confiscated the markers too.
Without any help from the other seven teachers she began to talk.
Telling us why she was doing the group activity.
Because she is brilliant, a member of Mensa, and smarter than us.
We all watched her do the entire group project incorrectly.
None of us commented or suggested.
One young newbie tried to make a few suggestions.
But she soon caught on. We were not bright enough to help.
Elizabeth E’s hand was the first one up. She wanted to share.
She loudly and proudly explained what she had done.
The commentator told her that it was completely wrong.
All of us burst out laughing.
Two of us could not stop.
I have never felt less like an idiot.
My day began with mommy
making beef patties all morning
I helped cutting the veggies for
the curry soup while sipping ginger
beer I remembered the curry for her
special curry goat we were preparing
for her sisters to visit from Trench town
my head spending day dreaming about it
anything other than our family tradition
the Caribbean bakery we were the
descendant no if ands or buts about
granddad made home made gingerbread
cookies while uncles peeled sugarcane
the elders brought raw cocoa from the
Mahogany trees coconut husks hung
sparingly as we drank coconut milk
while the storms brewed over the
shanty town of Kingston the cock
crowed throughout trench town as my
cousins played keyboards and guitars in the
street to the the sweetest sultutry sound of
St Elizabeth infamous Caribbean beat
In loving memory of Dad
Caribbean Bakery 1539 Howard street
Chicago Illinois..
Written by Mrs Yolanda Joy Nicholsen
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