Come on champ, do it for the story,
for metaphor and allegory.
Get away from me. Are you cracked?
In all your stories, I get whacked.
Give me some space with that cattle prod,
you frustrated Marquis De Sade.
Oops-a-daisy, there goes your head.
Alas, poor thing, you’re tragically dead.
Silk stocking filled with mud was Talleyrand.
With the future of France held in his hand,
He played kibitzer-informed cards with skill,
Maneuvering a Congress to his will.
There once was a Marquis named Talleyrand,
Who loved ladies and a fine sarabande
Smarts from ladies gained as a teen
Helped him escape the guillotine,
Surviving four regimes as he had planned.
Vested in priestly garb this backslidden Bishop
Chose diplomacy over baptism and hyssop.
Though Talleyrand walked with congenital limp,
He was never known as a diplomatic wimp.
Nerves atwitter
like butterflies, they flit
The stage, brilliant-lit
band’s in the pit
Lights finally dim
glad I’m not him…
His first marquis date
~ does fortune await
I whisper in Eve’s ear:
“Listen to the serpent.
He’s my friend and he’s wise.”
That way I get my revenge.
I hurried out of Eden
Roam all around
Targeting tender females.
“Stand up for your rights”.
Some understand me. Some do not.
My daughter Naamah who hates me!
Andras – Grand Marquis of Hell, discord and rage.
Empusa was a shape-shifting female demon in Greek legends,
Jezebeth was great. She knew.
So did Herodias and her evil daughter,
Oh, there are so many of them.
Can’t mention them all.
Until I was confined to a castle,
No doors to get out.
Just a window high up.
I admire myself,
Dark hair, dark eyes, Dark dress.
My lipstick made from
A serpent’s blood, dark red.
I admire myself
For a moment in eternity
I feel the fire inside me
Until
The mirror cracked from side to side.*
Can you hear a diabolic laughter?
Darn, it’s a fiery furnace around here.
Placed 2nd
Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream
romance unravels
the sweet pain
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing all the way home
for want of a better country,
these beautiful creatures
limbs racing all lathered
opening wide
and unconquered
plunder new territory
in the red seeded seat
royally the hidden thing
beats like a machine
underneath the skin
a ripe juicy red apple
no cherry pip
feeds the mind of
marquis de john donne
and dorian's sybil vane
gone all wrong
Violins the shape
of a woman
the music inside
her intense jungle
prowls around
like an exotic
soft pawed purring
black leopard
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
this way it comes
the soft satin
that binds metaphoric
minds like wrists
the will to resist
comes undone
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
dappled in shadow
shining and hidden
like a solitairy secret
like a morning star
this way, it comes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
What used to be my face
is now just a facade
Once I was nice
now I'm the Marquis de Sade
Please cry no false tears for me
or say that you've somehow still faith
Keep it up, and I'll metamorphize
from the Marquis to Henry the Eighth
The miller’s third son was disappointed to inherit a mere alley cat.
He did not realize the trickery and deceit under this creature’s hat.
Puss in Boots could outmaneuver committees, clubs, king and queen.
This anthropomorphic genius was the best present the son had ever seen.
The princess’s hand in marriage was easily given after this wise cagey cat.
Pulled a trick on the king and his coach, that was healthy, tricky and phat.
The Marquis of Carabas’ clothes were stolen, he told the royals that day.
The miller’s third son was amazed when the princess whisked him away.
we are standing beneath a large marquee
to hear arrogant words of some marquis
a horrible man i just hate to see.
However, my obstinate girlfriend , she
insisted we leave our boat at the quay
to attend this function. It was her plea.
I don't understand my fiancé Leigh,
but doing whatever she wants is key!
I hope afterwards they'll at least serve brie.
Nov. 8, 2022
64 Words. Checked by Howmanysyllables.com and RZ (there are actually two other spellings for the ee rhyme sound that are not included in my poem and I was surprised that Leigh actually sounds like Lee!)
For Hilo Poet's Monomixorhyme Poetry Contest
Marquis
Embry
Yazzie
I
Love
You and I LOVE YOU
From the
First
Time
I laid
Eyes
On
You
I
Fell
In love
Forever
Happy
Birthday
Shi
Yazhii
Song Night
Black & White
What do we do?
Hah hah curious furious
We talk we stalk
We abduct we knock
We are bad boys
Your worst nightmare kid
We bribe we kidnap
We hit we slap
We are bad boys
We torture we harass
We stop we loot
We threat we shoot.
Note.It takes all sorts of People to make the underworld. Donald Marquis.
mercury marquis
built like a world war two tank
terrific first car
Seldom in life does one feel the effects,
Of another’s SIXTY YEARS of lifespan;
But now and again, God gives us respect,
For the lives of extraordinary men.
Such was the case, with the ‘Walkin Man’s Friend,’
His own walk, amazingly profound;
A Patriot’s son, from beginning to end
A selfless giver whose story astounds.
Early on it showed—he really liked cars,
And his boat—he was at home on the sea;
But his love for people, numbered like stars,
Is what made him a genuine Marquis!
A lifelong athlete, he loved every sport,
A tough competitor, true to the Word;
His epic philanthropy—giving limitless support,
To worthy causes, about which he’d heard!
A family man—who departed far too early,
Happy-go-lucky, his legacy today;
This mountain of a soul, faithful and burly,
"Smile, be happy, live well"—he'd now say!
During this hard time, as together we grieve,
Recalling his humor, right up till the end;
Live a little bit extra, each day for our Steve,
Now forever memorialized as—the Walkin' Man’s Friend!
she said it was
an act of god
questioningly i
replied did you
say the Marquis
de Sade
her accent hid
her willingness
to believe so
or believe so
faithfully so
she said
love is the
same which
once again i
said did you
say love is
pain
words were
heard but
aurally were
transferred
from thought
to intent
so we spent hours
talking but talking
not the same for
her since was my
pinch and her OW
was my meow
An ebony tress flies over the meadow.
Disquietude of the heart; you look over the
Marching troops, the veneration,
The last gleam of the marquis,
Heading toward coiling smoke.
My wall crumbles, barreled down by war and a
Hunger that wind can’t qualm, a thirst for
Satin gentleness and pearl-like skin,
Amorousness swirls,
Blending with incense perfuming,
The fervidness of hearts
Drumming, beat after beat, after beat,
Perpetual promises beyond the meadow.
Cannons pounding, reverberating reverence for our time.
My heart deepens, cracking at the slender silhouette
That the wind can’t shake away, the vehemence of the beating heart
Toward the meadow where the effervescence of your scent
Keeps me at your feet.
Confined beneath the theater's stage
Disgraced, he paces within his cage
Listening to music played onstage
Beset by abject loneliness, not rage
Disfigured Phantom shrouded by night
Once Broadway's toast, he sings alone so fear won’t incite
“Garish light of day” offends, too bright
As Christine sings, he bemoans his plight
Hours pass till the theater’s empty
Gently his hands caress each piano key
Like he is stroking her face on the marquis
When the play ends, his soul is set free
Would Christine scream if she saw his face
He dares not step forth; his feelings encase
Her song to his ears wraps him with tender embrace
But concealed he remains, not inviting disgrace
Play's chorus resounds; he waits patiently
Only after hours might he perform shamelessly
His late-night ritual enacts faithfully
Singing for the woman he’ll love endlessly
He dreams one day of resigning to temptation
Revealing himself and discovering her elation
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