The luckless leper’s lousily lobbing
Lame libel at Lords and Ladies along
His lonesome lane, a lizard in limbo
Loafing on his lowly laurels, laughing.
Categories:
lords and ladies, character, conflict, crazy, hate,
Form: Alliteration
Sour grapes have been washed
And set out to tease.
Sitting in the middle of the room
On a pedestal of glass.
Sour grapes look down
With an almost disdainful stare
At the Lords and Ladies hurrying by
Wondering if any would care.
The scurrying,the trifling
The signs of human persons.
Gave it courage to ask.
Care for some?"
Let sour grapes sit.
Adorned in the finest China.
For in tasting only can you tell.
The story sour grapes bear.
Categories:
lords and ladies, change,
Form: Dramatic Verse
The image burns within
my brain of an
old medieval hall,
remembered from childhood
picture books.
The food is heaped
upon the board,
the shields are on the wall.
The lords and ladies
round the groaning table
flirt and watch the fools,
the one in the silly hat,
and the others huddled
against the walls.
As the eaters of the banquet
gaily proceed on in
drunken bloated revelry
they display their earthly faults,
with arrogance,
to a huddled mud stained peasantry.
The bottom of the hierarchy,
in the shadows serving, or
shut outside the door,
hope to get the garbage
leftover from these bores.
But before the lords and ladies leave,
to pursue their flirtations in
exclusive privacy, the hounds
are let in to lick the floor
and eat the droppings and the gore.
Finally the fools from the shadows
and the huddled groups outside
are allowed into the abandoned hall
to lick the plates,
to glean whatever
greasy scrapes and food
have been left behind.
I think of this scene often
as I read the daily news
Categories:
lords and ladies, allusion,
Form: Free verse
(With appreciation and apologies to Edgar Allan)
`Twas a night both foul and dismal, unholy night, unclean, abysmal,
A night that woke an age-old darkness, a darkness that now sped across the moor.
As fearsome signs and tolling bells warned ancient nuns within their cells,
The darkness came and it then was reaching, reaching through his Lordship’s door.
Reaching from the pits of Hades, consuming souls of Lords and Ladies,
Then those souls with their demons falling, falling as others had fell before.
Nuns and angels wept in sorrow. Night moved on till it be morrow,
When at last the house stood empty, empty by the storm-tossed shore.
Darkness walked within the hallways, walked and waited upon the floor.
And it would wait there ever more.
(Sept. 5, 2016)
Categories:
lords and ladies, dark, gothic,
Form: Narrative
i brandished the inquisitive dream
and it flourished in the fading sunlight
like the fading glory of a dying empire
it spoke words of its own making
herald proclaiming loyalty to the house of windsor
it withdrew images from its ancient life
and spread them before me like a tapestry
full of the past splendor and beauty of king and country
of stalwart men of iron will striving against darkness
in a clash of steel and the roar of cannon
and the salty tears of the men who went to sea
conquer the seven seas that rise and fall to the words of a queen
its an englishmen's dream
dignified despair
tea and biscuits at a quarter past four
the queen's photograph hanging dusty but regal in the parlor
mad dogs and englishmen stand at the ready
at the gates of the empire
to keep safe the lords and ladies
to keep right the awesome might
of fine english blades
spilled blood on every continent
for king and country
just an englishmen's dream
Categories:
lords and ladies, beautiful, dream, leadership, power,
Form: Free verse
Once you were my King my true
Hearts' desire of love unending fire
Your awkward touch of unemotional
Cold unfettered one way bogged as if a mire
Yet I held on hand outstretched
Heartstrings yours a puppet for play
Tears I cried laughter shadowed over
Darkness hid all at night until the day
Had I but known different love
Would you have sheltered me
Watered and groomed me loved
And caressed me and gently as a tree
But I fear my heart is to far gone
For our lifes' plan has been played
You are a King and I a mere remnant of
What was your Queen and now laid
I gave of my virtue my most treasured
Valued gem and you took it like a man
And now I am like the rest you conquered
Valueless chaste woman wondering this land
Bravo! The King has struck again.
Give his belt another Notch
Helter skelter Lords and Ladies
The King has stolen another Crotch.
Categories:
lords and ladies, betrayal,
Form: Carpe Diem
bayboats purse seine whey
journey yearlong gay
laddy inured dry up
haughty yachty yea
mildred mayhem dewlap
naughty jaunty jay
sons caught in car capers
haughty yachty yea
vicar baking in butterfat
orphan boy screwed in larder
bluejay frollic jane
and a haughty yachty yea
bombs in bay bombard
dickson singsick cockpit
french chicks s’envoient en l'air*
oh a haughty yachty yea
idols jailed in temples
choked in garlandy incense
priestly eyedance pose
yes a haughty yachty yea
masons’ mildewy masters
with compass stone and pilasters
plan solomon’s might on earth
yea sing haughty yachty yea
royal houses love in stables
lords and ladies love in regalia
loving ones love in limbo
cry haughty yachty yea
dote on damsels in december
hey yachty haughty yea
make them deliver in september
ho yickety yackety yea eh
* "s'envoient en l'air": French, literally, for "throwing legs up in the air"; in France - guess, if you can - this phrase means: ???
©T.Wignesan - Paris, May 4, 1997
[from the collection : longhand notes: a binding of poems. Paris: 1999]
Categories:
lords and ladies, funny, love,
Form: Burlesque
I am invited to a posh do
But I don’t want to go
I don’t have any shoes
There’s not many people know
Shoes and me, do not mix
My only pair is ten years old
And now I am in a fix
They were bought for a wedding
But I was ill and never went
But now my shoes will not fit
On the new splint they have sent.
It is a Lords and Ladies do
My title I do have
But shoes, no I don’t
And now I’m feeling bad.
I wear trainers everywhere
They fit on all my splints
I can’t do any dancing
Not even a short stint.
What do I do girls, should I even go?
Or get out of it again
That’s what I really need to know
I do not dress up ever
Because I have no shoes
But tiara and trainers
Is a look no-one wants to use.
I even got married in trainers, all covered in silk
Its not pity from you, that I am trying to milk.
Just what would you girls do?
If invited to posh do’s,
But looking in your wardrobe
You find you don’t have any shoes.
Categories:
lords and ladies, life,
Form: Rhyme
I want to live in a castle
Where only the strong survive
With turrets and towers
And joust by the hour
And a six foot mote outside.
I want to live in a castle
On a cliff beside the sea
And spend my days with
The Lords and Ladies who
Come calling each day for tea.
I want to live in a castle
On England's greenest hill
And join each day
All the people at play
And learn all their finest skills.
But I'll never live in a castle
It's Tennessee hills for me
With a four bedroom house
And a mortgage so vast
It would bring any knight
To his knees.
josette key 2009
Categories:
lords and ladies, places
Form: Rhyme
Here comes another
king(his name is Judo King)
walking towards his
throne
he awaits the
touch of his queen
which will cause
him to glow tonight
for itself
The lords and ladies
of this land
know the score
by now
We're all noble
From the lowest
to the highest
We have been created for a purpose
This purpose may
not be known to
us
But underneath the veil
We carry beams
of starlight
We glow with the joy of exsistence
Everyone has
a part to play
From a small child
To aging patriarchs and monarchs
The dreams with
which we began
Will continue
onward through the
years of our lives
Categories:
lords and ladies, fantasy
Form: Epic
Fool of jesters
jester of fools
performs for fat
spindly legged kings
who slap their sides
in glee of his merriment
as around the court
he dances in his
three cornered hat
and turned up shoes
which jingle with
tiny bells as
with gaiety he
plays his mandolin
and sings of
the indiscretions
of lords and ladies..
Categories:
lords and ladies, history
Form: Narrative
Here comes another king
walking towards his
home
he awaits the
touch of his queen
which will cause
him to glow tonight
Let the night speak
for itself
The lords and ladies
of this land
know the score by now
We're all noble
From the lowest
to the highest
We have been created
for a purpose
This purpose may
not be know to
us
But underneath
the veil
We carry beams
of starlight
We glow with
the joy of
existence
Everyone has
a part to play
From a small child
To aging patriarchs
and matriarchs
The dream
which we began
Will continue
onward through all the years
of our lives.... and beyond
Categories:
lords and ladies, life
Form: I do not know?
Would you care to partake in some breakfast cheese,
and what of bread, butter and tea?
Lords and ladies gorge themselves
Perhaps another meal at ten or twelve
Feasts of many with food of plenty,
and a twilight meal of trencher and stew
then dawn your caps and summons your carriage
then guests would bid their host ado
Acrobats and minstrel shows
Games and songs to sing along
During the spring and summer months
Lords loyalist would go to hunt
And feast they would
On various birds
Ones known to us
the thought of eating, totally absurd
Starlings, vultures, gulls, herons,
storks, cormorants, swans, peacocks
And maybe even some wild pigs hocks
Often they would be displayed still feathered
Imagine the mess when they were dismembered
The lower class struggled to survive
Listed here is what kept them alive:
Dark bread, turnip salad, mead and ale
It’s no wonder their skin appeared so pale
The only thing I wished
to see about these times,
is hearing how Shakespeare
May have marveled them with his rhymes
Categories:
lords and ladies, food, history, people,
Form: Free verse