Marjorie Taylor Greene
Congressperson who loves to preen
From Northern Georgia
A notorious reputation like Lucretia Borgia
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written June 28, 2021
exclusively for "A Brian Strand July Poetry Contest"
sponsored by Brian Strand
Lucretia Mott
The meeker sex, she was not!
At the convention in Seneca Falls
Showed men aren't the only ones with balls!
1/26/19
For Educate Me with Humor contest
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich
She lay quietly musing
onStreams of suitors.
Chaste damsel she was,
Till men of the under-
World broke-in in
Numbers,carried her to
Another world,under
theStars,de-flowered her,
Men with steeled hearts,
Her pleas went to the
Wind.
Blood gushed out-but in
Turns this saintly creature
Was ravaged.
After a time,she bore
Seeds of vagabonds,
Terrors-a bane of the
Society,whose deeds,the
Night Covers.
Peace and love are
Strangers in their midst.
Yet their fathers say
They have done no wrong
Only showing her a better
Path.
Weep for
Lucretia,who a Brighter
Future bargained.
Her woes increase as time
Passes by.
For the rape of Lucretia
Is the rape of Africa.
orange, red and gold
brush strokes of brisk swirling winds
autumn’s artistry
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest Name: Autumn, Fall Colors (poem must be named "Autumn Colors")
Lucretia
written 9/21/2011
When compassion touches
lonely hearts, seeds of hope grow.
Sadness withers, as
flowers of love flourish.
© Lucretia Crouse 2012
Naani means an expression of one and all. It consists of 4 lines, the total lines consists of 20 to 25 syllables. The poem is not bounded to a particular subject. Generally it depends upon human relations and current statements.
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
as sunset bids adieu to day
I feel so cold, a deadly chill
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
so desolate, bereft of will
with trepidation, feet of clay
upon the cliffs I tarry ~ still
as sunset bids adieu to day.
whose evil spell did weave such pain
that took this heart, and bled my soul
I've lost too much, and can't remain
whose evil spell did weave such pain
my morrow's hopes all died in vain
for death I know the bell doth toll
whose evil spell did weave such pain
that took this heart, and bled my soul.
the sea sings dirges of my fate
my skirts form wings, blown by the wind
the waves collide on rocks that wait
the sea sings dirges of my fate
a voice begs 'no', but it's past late
I brace and leap; soul's suff'ring's end
the sea sings dirges of my fate
my skirts form wings, blown by the wind.
© 11/10/2011 Lucretia Crouse
Triolet is an eight line poem where the first line is repeated for line four and the first two lines are repeated as a refrain for lines seven and eight.
Triolet Rhyme Scheme: A B a A a b A B Written in iambic tetrameter (8-syllable lines)
He violently did penetrate, that part of her
That had been until now,
Hers alone to contemplate.
His objective was to plough
And sow his seed and seal her fate.
She could not disallow.
And oh but now it is too late
For he did break her vow.
Now woman is her new estate
With all that will allow
Yet still she vows she will not hate
Although she knows not how
No longer hers to contemplate
That part of her; that had been until now
Bite this flesh of yellow burnish,
Suck deep of citrus and see, if
The beauty of the textured surface
Can be endured in reality.
Screwed up eyes and peeling lips,
The tremored hiss of breath, inhaled
As shudders rattle bones,
A chill, a shadow cast of death,
Yet look again, and beauty hungers,
Invites, beguiles, begs for this, unquestioned
Love devoted and purblind,
Embittered by Lucretia kiss.
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