GOD SAVE THE QUEEN
Of course, in the end, her end was inevitable
Reaching such an age, even in such as this age
A memorable funeral of Pomp and ceremony
A traditional Monarchy, perhaps even the last
Famous across the world and never outclassed
Missed by so many, and left a special memory
The longest reign, until time turned the page
Her legacy to all of us was considered ineffable
It was wartime work as an ambulance driver
From a Princess then to Queen of the realm
She ascended the throne in February fifty two
A coronation following in summer fifty three
A splendid occasion, and was the first on TV
Married to Prince Phillip, their love was true
An inspiration to many, with her at the helm
History will remember her, ask any archiver
She left a small family of Charles and Anne
But a bigger family across the commonwealth
Prince Charles is now King after her long span
Both children now old, yet still in good health
served her people well
seventy years on the throne
now gone to her rest
Written 8th September 2022
R. I. P Queen Elizabeth who passed away this afternoon at Balmoral in Scotland.
Prince Charles will now become King Charles the 3rd of England
Princess Diana was born in England and died in France.
When she was in a car wreck, she didn't have a chance.
She divorced Prince Charles of Wales just one year before she died.
Diana was only 36 years old and her death was mourned worldwide.
When somebody dies that young, it's always hard to understand.
She did charity work and was trying to have landmines banned.
Harry and William are Diana's sons.
if she hadn't died, she would be 61.
For many, Diana's death was a devastating blow.
She was a princess who died a quarter of a century ago.
[Dedicated to Princess Diana Spencer (1961-1997) who died a quarter of a century ago today on August 31, 1997]
I shared my life with you...
So much my friend
I thought my times with you...
would never end
On your winding trail...
I walked
Where rabbits ran...
and squirrels squawked
I've seen the shadows...
from the sun
Mini-bikers...
on the run
You kept us smiling...
you old road
Where Lois Lane...
and Jimmy rode
With no white lines...
to smudge your style
Memories saved...
on every mile
An Indian path...
you used to be
Broken arrows...
in the tree
Your fluffy dirt...
now neat and paved
Like Prince Charles...
All clean and shaved
The government...
had bought and sold
So say, so long...
you old dirt road
Pussy cat, we know, went to see the Queen,
But was not let in as he was not clean,
Quietly he scaled palace walls,
Through a window and met Prince Charles!
Now we all know where Pussy cat had been!
Completely your choice (8) any form any theme
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Written 13/08/2020
10,10,8,8,10 syllables
Meghan Markle's
lost her sparkle
While Prince Harry
seems more wary
Old Prince Charles'
star has faded
And Princess Anne
looks quite jaded
The Royal Family
no more a fascination
Corona virus ~
our new pre-occupation
Beholding a stark-naked Kiwi
Prince Charles was bewildered: "What see we?”
His butler replied,
all blushed and wide-eyed:
“Your highness, a Maori… wee-wee."
Bay area's crown jewel, The Claremont,
Where age 24 Steve Jobs and I talked,
Well, him--as to the future--I was shocked,
The guy aimed high, humble, who want for naught.
An unscheduled stop by a young Prince Charles,
That shook the hands of this Hawaiian kid.
Isabel Sanford's inebriated,
Big Head for A. M. Talk Show With The Stars.
The moment when Chris Kristofferson and,
Geraldo Rivera stuck in the lift,
Then there's Joan Baez mom, a bit of a rift,
Some more late check-in, Waylon Jennings band.
The resort, like San Francisco, midway,
Pearls in an oyster, San Francisco Bay.
***Same hotel where the late Ricky Nelson band stayed with wife Kristin who's actor Mark Harmon(--sister) from the show NCIS, who also visited there, whereto, I have already submitted a sonnet.
Date: 08/26/2019
I just met this awkward chap,
By some referred to as a “Cad”,
Sat with him for quite a chat,
One that wasn’t near half-bad.
We spoke about the plight of Earth,
How man’s destroying it,
A pet subject since my birth,
An obsession I can’t quit.
He seemed to listen quietly
As I rambled all hour long,
But I think I reached him finally
When I told him he was wrong.
At that he seemed to wake
From the slumber I’d perceived,
Maybe this or that big cake
From my servant we received.
Either way I care not how
His support I then achieved,
I just want him to allow
Mother earth to be reprieved.
People think I’m such a bore,
Plummy mouthed and a tad slow,
Little knowing I do score
When it matters I just know.
THE BOYS WHO WOULD BE KING
by Ron Arbuthnot
Dear Prince, I've dreamt your crown sets on my head,
Like many USA boys, in our prime
Not fantasy, but stuff of dreams, instead,
So we could shape the world and in our time;
So we could lead the dreamers in their quest
For God's Divinity, that sweetness for the soul,
For Goodness, Mercy, Hope, and all the rest
Of qualities that make life's worthy goal.
W've loved your Mother, as we know she's you,
And hands you down, these matters from her past,
To show mankind, that love alone can do,
Not very much without what makes a love to last.
Yes, I have dreamt I'd wear your crown one day,
In stuff of dreams, that God will bring your way.
God Save the Queen
God Save the King
Prince Charles Prince of Wales
Prince William Duke of Caimbridge
Ron Arbuthnot aka
Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Fort Dix, McGuire AFB NJ The Colonies
She’s eighty-nine years of age
So wise she’s quite a sage
As long as she’s sane
Long may she reign
I do hope she draws a good wage
She married Prince Phillip who’s Greek
His gaffes sometimes make him a geek
When he opens his mouth
His brains they go south
The Queen cringes when he starts to speak
They live in London in a palace so grand
The finest royal residence in the land
Waited on hand and foot
I guess they will stay put
Crowds are entertained by a marching band
Prince Charles is King in waiting
His mother’s reign he is berating
Banana skins on the floor
Superglue on the door
Some hope he will never be King
He married Camilla Parker Bowles
She loves to drive off in the ‘Rolls’
Before he was married to Di
Camilla had caught his eye
And now his heart she controls
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There will be many celebrating today
for it is Prince Charles special day
Champagne glasses brimming to the rim
one thing certain eyes will start to dim
Banquets and feasts a plenty
dishes price set at twenty
All the nobles of the land
on bended knees in the sand
Royalists world over raise a glass
those against royalty take a pass
What ever your stance
have a swirl in dance
For me I say have a great day
and at the end maybe even a lay
A New Heir To the Throne
By Elton Camp
The long-awaited baby is finally here
With much to hope, but some to fear
His general appearance is genetically set
His mama and papa are not cause to fret
Both of them are royal knock-outs
But family genes give reason for doubts
If Prince Charles he looks much like
Have sympathy for the little tyke
For his looks, the child will be hating
If he resembles the Prince of Waiting
But there’s nothing to do but wait
He may favor Diana or his mom Kate
If appearance genes the Queen passed on
Like her, he will look good on the throne
But whatever the case proves to be
The royal throne he will come to see
The child’s future is already set
Adoration of the public he will get
But it’s a life he didn’t choose
Yet nearly impossible to refuse
So let’s hope he enjoys a happy life
Free from the recent royal strife
The Promenade.
Another day Sunday at the seaside resort luckily there were
no carousels, few kids and those who were there behaved
textbook like, with their grandparents loyally eating ice cream
and drinking soda pops; since they were given everything they
wanted, there were few tantrums.
The latest trend now (for women) is to wear long, lose fitting
flowering dresses and my wife said she still had dresses like that
going back forty years; she will wear one of them tomorrow.
Grand yachts at the marina I counted three “Aston Martins”
wondered if Prince Charles was around. Yet on the promenade
I saw mostly pensioners who had been saving for a year to have
this one vacation. I was the only one who murmured darkly if
the rich had paid their taxes; but what do you expect of a man
who wants to bring back the guillotine.
Time has mellowed me the weather was summery I wore blazer
and looked posh (that´s what she said) and I did my best to keep
my stomach in. This is an enchanting time we tried not to think
of tomorrows as we sat on a bench eating ice-cream yogurt
…it has less sugar.
Prince Harry bared his bottom
So that all the world could see;
He didn’t seem embarrassed
By his lack of modesty.
Cavorting in a Vegas suite,
This soldier, on a leave,
Allowed himself the freedom
That Prince Charles could not believe.
So, summoned to the royal digs,
Did Harry get a thrashing?
If so, his dad’s a hypocrite,
With follies worth rehashing.
For I remember Charles confessing,
On the phone, with amp on,
That his desire was to be
His dear Camilla’s tampon.
He didn’t know the phone was tapped
And clueless, too, was Harry;
Such antics merely feed the press
With royal commentary.
Before we blame the wayward prince
For stripping on his spree,
We should acknowledge apples
Falling not far from their tree.
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