Long Countess Poems

My upcoming political poetry is like. my "prolovue" story in the way that it is themed by coincidebtally famous bears.


The Theme is "I Don't Care Bears"/Signs of the Times Series.


Example

Barbara Crysand is a hypocrite who...

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      An Enigma Alan Turing 


My secret has been finally revealed,
Which so pained my rainbow heart,
It was an illegal love I had concealed, 
My life was over before it could...

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we're going all the way down the road of fate      
Well-being depends on a collective plate.  
Our souls are laden with sorrow and debate,     
And...

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Thomas always asked questions
That is how he learned his lessons 
To celebrate the end of third grade 
Books were exchanged for a trip in a fair trade 
His class went to the local magic show...

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A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.

His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,

he bleeds and dies, his mama cries, the screaming sky is scarred,

the sheriff...

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Enktantas sat bolt upright,
in his hut near the temple walls,
he lived just below Olympus,
worked there beneath the mountain tall.

He worked to serve the oracles
who would augur the will of gods,
Enktantas was no holy man,
but paid...

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Sometimes i hit the store 
purchase oldest pirates wine on the shelve.  
Other times,  
i take me out to a classy restaurant 
dine mercilessly on the delicacies my tummy can handle.  
But...

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The night was cold, wet, and dreary
The creatures whispered off in the night
Th fog rolled in, a chill set in
and a knock rang out in the night

The air had a tingle of mystery
Opportunity waiting around...

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I just met a girl she's everything I want her to be
it feels like she came out of my dreams to only 
be with me. how can it be that woman like her 
could wait...

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When night is dressed in darkest cloak and woe replaces gloom;
When all the children are asleep, each in their separate room,
Unsettled spirits will appear immured in murky mist.
No matter what you’ve ever heard, we seem...

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— — — — — — — — -

Wrapped in silk, you hold my hand,

my countess.

Full of quiet fire and tenderness.

We ride winged horse carriages by our apricot plantation.

There by the sea,

wine and raspberries are...

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SHE IS LADY ZOYA

From rich bucket bills of grandeur bliss
Dawns wobbling chills from cruel treachery
Harsh is the murmur of the night, my Lady
Has Aidos spang slain as disgrace ink reign?

Swarm of bees threats and afire...

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She rode the train to glory,
Her star was shining throughout the territory, 
They called her the princess with red hair,
Her eyes were blue and skin so fair,
When she danced on stage the cowboys whistled,
While all...

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Take hold of my hand,hold onto me,never
let me go,look into my eyes,let your body
go,give into my spell,let me take your
mind to a world of extacy,don't hesitate
let yourself fall in love with me,dance 
with me into...

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The violet tress of clover blossom,
marks the countess' winter solemn.
Her sorrow,
her cardinal wanton 
for her prince,
falsely in prison.

There is no respite to her yearning.
There is no satiation to her craving.
There is no solvency to her...

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Standards Must Be Maintained

By Elton Camp

Many unworthy persons at Downton Abbey reside
Including insufferable snobs who are hard to abide
The earl can’t manage to keep the finances afloat
His countess, on an aristocratic title does dote

Lady Mary...

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Muscle-bound goons. The kind that rape the world. Self-satisfied, in no hurry to devote their remarkable faculties to understanding another’s mind. Such wise men. Stares as blank as summer nights, red and black, tricolored, golden...

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The Actors assemble on the stage 
Where they’d been for years and for days,
And read their lines and read their lives
From the fragmented script of an unwritten play:

Says The Callow Young Man to the Ingenue,...

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Around the corner and down the block of the last street but one
in a dusty rose chair of faded glory on the lawn of a lemon hued home
regal in red plaid pajamas sits The Countess...

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Do you want me to leave you without tears?

Can I part, my beloved, without grief?

But separation drives shaft deep that sears

Thus my heart wounded dying most too brief.


Remembrance steals its way in like a thief.

Your...

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Tour of British Isles

We always knew it was inevitable
British Isles tour would be incredible
And even the way all of it ends
When we would run into some friends.

Sometimes I am old and persnickety 
Sure like things...

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Woman of rationality
not known to all men.
Countess of Mercia,
scent of a woman.
Lover of masses,
dream of sashes.
In anticipation
no other man tried,
Wooing the coveted one
fear of life taunts
nobody ever haunts.
A modest woman she was,
a clean woman that...

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My Sometimes Song

I once knew a poet called Rhoda Monihan, 
Who was thought always to visit the Sanhedrin, 
By her parents who said, 
That god was not dead, 
But she did happily voice her opinion!...

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No one you may ask today remembers her exact and true name
As for her beauty, some may question, Is she an angel or a goddess
Her flowing gowns were of the finest satin, like those worn...

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A quiet...soft resolute theme plays
The low tunes of the piano ascends.
A sequence of sound radiates, 
The tones hum...words of passion,
Reverberating...serenading a quiet night.

Echoing...deep in his prodigious soul,
In dedication to a fellow muse,
A pupil...Countess Giulietta Guicciardi.
Thoughts...

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