A father calls about the grand hall for his daughters.
His premonitions serve him well, as Ana answers in due time.
He tells her to tell her sisters that they are going to
England, to visit their cousins. King George V found them
to be pompous, a decision he'll later regret.
WWI was spreading talks before they returned home.
King George V of Great Britain and Tsar Nicholas II of
Russia himself were on one hand, and Kaiser Wilhelm II
of Germany on the other – were first cousins? Their
grandmother was Queen Victoria.
All suffered great losses, but the Romanoff's suffered the
most. They lost their crowns and were imprisoned for a
long time. Later, they were led to a basement of chairs,
as they closed the door. Bolsheviks burst in, and after a
small speech, Ana held the older sister Olga as they fired
their pistol into the Romanoff's family and their doctor.
She saw a chicken on a motorbike,
and spat at snakes that were about to strike,
she sees a lot of things she doesn't like:
once, it was Hitler standing in the room,
a monkey paragliding to its doom,
a glowing spectre creeping from a tomb,
an ugly man who turned and dropped his pants,
a horse and camel ate up all the plants,
a legless cat and tortoise couldn't dance,
a crocodile who smirked and smoked a pipe,
a skinny dog in glasses tried to type -
and now a row of butts that need a wipe
and queen Victoria has come to tea!
...but on the best of days she knows I'm me...
Ukraine and our shame
Now that Ukraine is pardoning prisoners
to join the army, except the violent murderers
(one would think the violent were the right ones)
it tells us of an army scraping the barrel of
recruits, all eligible men have fled, which is
understandable, why fight a lost war, a war
not needed if a sensible head had been heard
After, the then President Zelensky, had agree
a peace pact with Russia, an English emissary
told him not to sign, upon hearing this
thousands of young men hastily left Ukraine
The fact it was an English emissary is typical
the English has hated the Russians, since
a cousin of Queen Victoria was killed by
the communists
It is sad to notice after thousands of young
men have been killed, in this futile war
the West advice is for the ex-president
to find a peaceful solution with Russia
the many newspapers which condemned
and got us to believe in the many lies told
will now tell us the way to end the war is
to sign a contract, with the old enemy
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Albeit, a riddle and true,
happenstance quietude,
privacy absolute of two,
monarch, and servitude.
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(*******~0~*******)
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Proximity rather risqué,
her inner horse handler,
usually believed display,
and so all souls said her.
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(*******~0~*******)
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Soulfully tenet ill a day,
as good friend perishes,
Queen Victoria alas say,
confidant's...cherishes.
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Lady was my shepherd dog,,
she was so kind and gentle
except to chickens down the lane
when she broke loose from her kennel.
Let's turn attention to a breed
that came from Pomerania.
Queen Victoria for such dogs
was seized by a lifelong mania.
On canine matters I'll not stray..
Long lectures are so stuffy.
Rather, it's my firm intent
to describe a dog called Fluffy
.
She shares with Pomeranians
a propensity to bark
but still she wins the hearts of all
when I take her to the park.
A dream has just revealed to me
that Fluffy and Lady have met.
Oh how I feared the next event
would see poor Fluffy dead.
You 'll never guess what happened..
The two became best friends.
To heaven they flew on a fluffy cloud
and here my story ends.
Sarah Biffen *born with phocomelia
painted a portrait of Queen Victoria
Overcoming her deformity with guile
her miniatures illustrate her style
*http://www.artnet.com/artists/sarah-biffin/
I hear England's strong voice praising its past:
Football's World Cup glory in 1966,
Shakespeare and Marlowe penning plays,
Sir Francis Drake circumnavigating the world,
Queen Elizabeth I, with the stomach and heart of a king,
Queen Victoria, with her ever expanding empire and waistline,
Constable, Turner and Reynolds painting pictures...
and yes, although it can only whisper of its today,
it shall sing once more of new glories,
it shall shout from its rooftops for St George,
and be proud of its past and present.
A little Patriotic free verse for Carolyn's contest, inspired by Whitman's 'I hear America singing'
Across the ocean
Across the sea
I live in Lagos
the city to be
Where business activities has become something of a frenzy
And her economy is a thing of envy
I come from Lagos
The Old slave colony
but now it is a free state because God has destroyed all her enemies
I live in Lagos
Once a real estate of Queen Victoria
But now it is a land of fun and hysteria
With the British Colonial past lingering on
Lagos is the land of coconuts and burning sun
I come from Lagos
with no flowers and trees
and you will be lucky to see a single bumbee bee
But now we have glass houses and many a tower
And hundreds of automobiles that speed of by the hour
And that is the Lagos I see
I live in Lagos
Precious paradise close to the Atlantic
With a view that makes travelers so romantic
But with a teeming population
which seems dramatic
the heat of Lagos is getting traumatic
England's staid Queen Victoria
Yearned for NYC's Waldorf Astoria
Victoria's secret? She was no prude
Greeted room service completely nude
Victorian art is quite clean
Though Roman and Greek are obscene
The Queen did not care
That David was bare
But he was quite shy of the mean!
Dog Soldiers of the secret Scottish regimen
Go in op of your creatures that lurk in
The shadows I know you've found more
Monsters than the world knows and the
Labyrinth of your coven remains legend
Since many hundred years ago and the
Rumor goes your lair has many bottomless
Pits of where dragons, werewolves and
Selchies dwell within the gates of hell...
Well so I've heard and it's been told in the
Scroll and if any Dog Soldier breaks his oath
Of silence he'll find himself food for the
Wild and savage ones I used to think it's
Was folklore until I myself became joined
The brotherhood well what have I done
I thought it would be all in the name of fun
Somehow they found out I was an English spy
For Queen Victoria, somebody will be swinging
By a tree tonight in Craig de Num but I'm not afraid
For her royal highness and England so go ahead and
Kill me but you'll only be diggin' your own graves
In case of my death the British army has orders to move
In and invade your secret society of dog soldiers and
Ancient Scottish regimen!
I am the queen of geography
I deserve a trophy
I am the best
better than the rest
this is why I am the queen
In Turkey I swim I skinny dip in the lake
eating some cake
because I am the queen
during my rule ,
I want to grow a forest of baobabs
for Leanne's dads
they call me vanesso
cause I am the besto
and I like pesto
sound
later peace out xoxoxoxoxox
*******Dedicated to JB and Lindaaaaa******
Queen Victoria ruled half of the world;
Michael Jackson wowed the world with his moon-walk;
Shakespeare's inspiration to poets is immortal;
Beethoven's music tastes like milkshake to the ears, even at present.
All these people, and many such others, have made history as individuals,
fascinating, influencing and dominating millions of souls. This reminds us that
the smallest ants cast long shadows.
I travel all around the world
And I am loved by boys and girls
But when I travel I take no luggage
I am not bogged down by baggage
Like little Jack Horner
I am usually kept in a corner
I wear many faces but I am not a spy
I can be Queen Victoria, or a butterfly
I am almost 200 years old
My many colors include blue and gold
I can be bought and sold
In your hand I can hold
What am I ?
Limerick: Once the Great Grandson of Queen Victoria
Once the great grandson* of Victoria
Heir to the throne of tsarist Russia
Saved by “Doc” Rasputin
Killed by Lenin-Stalin
Lo! Heir to Queen Vic’s haemophilia!
*Tsarevich Alexei of the Romanov royal house.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
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