Regency Poems | Examples

Angry Goddess of Daisies

irate Goddess of Daisies did not get her due
wrath of her anger rivaled that of old Sue
I’m a major deity, she yelled to bells blue.
with complete jurisdiction over the likes of you!

bluebells liked the Goddess but wisely kept quiet.
not wanting to start a crucifixion or riot
Goddess of Daisies had been on a no-carb-or-sweet diet
they decided to dine without her, at the Regency Hyatt.

delicate and daintiness

unexpectedly
she stood strangely not feeling 
good ... unaccustomed


 ... of prime decency
sheltered world ~ as a mistress
breathes regency -- barfs

Bridgerton

Dear readers, please dwell awhile
Sit here a moment I pray
I wish to speak a little
of what and how people say

Surely the ladies here
would wish it to be thus
if everyone spoke and acted
as if on Bridgerton, discuss.

The people are so polite
and the gentlemen treat ladies well
ladies are wonderfully courted
while the gentlemen visit a spell

Balls are held and people dance
even insults sound charming
the ladies get all of a twitter
when the gentlemen are disarming

Wouldn't it be wonderful
instead of how it is now
if everyone spoke like that
and everyone curtsied and bowed

As long as we still had women's rights
that would still need to stand
but every now and then
to have a true gentleman to attend

To be whisked away, in a beautiful gown
and be twirled around the floor
instead of sitting in a pub
and someone saying, 'fancy a lager poured?'

I Am Light-

In the heavens;
 Then the dark;
Blackness spies;
as the light;
Shimmers explosions;
 Sparkling granulex surprised;
 Regency surpasses the dark;
 as the dark changes to light;
Encompassing fathoms rims delight;
Shine on past sparkles flash;
Bouillon seas flashes of lightning spryte; 
Hello the darkness speaks to the light;
As so light shouts get behind me dark;
 I Rise I flicker I feel the ambiance for I was black,
 now I'm white;
 I am not denied but the brilliance;
 I am the light;

7/16/21
 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2021

Embers

Intuition flares,
prancing in ostentatious circles,
feather-tip proud.
Lugubrious grey wigs 
speckle gregariously
bedecked by flamboyant gems:
they flicker frustratingly
in stifled Regency ballrooms.

Our embers, in contrast,
are quiet. Shushed. 
They wallow in dark corners, 
hidden from prying eyes.
Predators.
Our collective eyelid
flutters closed:
too shy, subduing to privacy.
A silent tear streaks 
our collectively cold face.

Science ensnares our senses,
making ordinary life dim - 
blindingly darkened;
teetering on Boredom’s knife edge –
we long to carve it free;
infuse new scarlet veins
into its unthinking, meaty flesh,
stoking a smothered fire,
rekindling its earthy, 
endearing embers.

Claimjumpers Brawl

who's claim is spoken
in the dodinquoll?
she spoke with regency and majesty.
we spoke then to lay claim on
the Twothemstra.
" we lay claim, to the
twothemstra, that we are united as one.
he was represented by the gentlemen
who interrupted saying, They have
claim to the Twothemstra, siting
their acheivments, than she spoke
to futher interrupt him. 
"who are you ? He answered
I'm Hymn Asphirst, so you
speak on behalf of those
wo have claim on the Twothemstra, yes I do.
Be seated she spake, and they sat.
Then she asked who is in opposition to this claim?
The other two stood and said we do, Miss Magnificent
we do! She asked them, who are you?
They answered we are Heardan Spokenforr,
so you two lay claim to the Twothemstra,
yes we do but Himm Asphirst, thinks we
should settle, and I'm kinda agreeing on that.
Why do you agree on that, she asked, well if
Himm Asphirst shouldn't
we just get in line?
Seeing that Himm Ashirst and all.

A Bit of Nonsense

Here is total nonsense in a verse,
It's about the scourge of the burbs,
A silly tale of Lady Bonkerley,
A femme always dressed in Regency,
Draping clothes her poseur finery,
And her boyfriend, a bossy bully, 
They pranced around so merrily,
But wait, they were mere fictionaries,
I guess that's why we're writers, you and me,
It's all in our heads, you see,
Lady Bonkerley was only imaginary!!!

Downtown Dallas

The greatest thing that describes 
Downtown Dallas is that of its tallest 
building, and not only that, but also its 
parks, especially the Knoll Park. You can 
even take the car to the city or take the 
bus or ride the train there. Downtown 
Dallas has a lot of museums (The African-
American museum and the Bath House 
Cultural Center) restaurants (Iron Cactus), 
and the legendary Majestic Theater. But 
what Downtown Dallas is also famous for 
most of all is their luxurious hotels (The 
Adolohus, the Hyatt Regency, and the 
ZaZa Hotel). It's amazing how Downtown 
Dallas continues to develop and attract 
more people day in and day out. And 
outside of Downtown Dallas that attracts 
more than a million people, there's also 
the Uptown area, Deep Ellum, and there's 
also the historic West End district that 
looks exactly like Downtown Boston. 
Come to think of it, this town's so 
amazing. Right now, I wish all downtown 
areas were as interesting as Downtown 
Dallas is.

Regency Dandy

This Regency Dandy flying across the river,
                        
                        Jumping Jack Flash of kingfisher blue that 

              I was lucky t see, this dainty dandy of English rivers and streams.

                         A compact colourful apparition my sore eyes waited some 

                    Sixty years to see, others boast much earlier visitations of these

              Bluish-green, orange and red feathers attached to a Cyrano De Bergerac 

                                                     rapier beak,

              Outshining the honking harrying flotillas of Canada geese not capable of 

              Competing with this fisher of minnows, as we strolled across the Georgian 

              Bridge at Blatherwycke straddling the nonchalant flowing Nene of this 

                                                  shire of shires,

               Now of only one squire, but still many fine spires in this shire of Northampton.

Pink Plastic Princess

There she sat, head tilted back in elegance
Pushed 
By her father in her 
Pink plastic chariot
Barely two years old

With golden multicultural skin
A crown of silken shiny curls
Framed her gorgeous face of regency 
Style, heirs and grace

And she knew

She was fabulous 
As she was whooshed past my
Car window
Off through the grey sordid concerete
As a bright cheery spot
Pushed by her proud, proud father
Gracefully
Picking her tiny 
Button nose ....

A Spring Day

SPRING MORNING

The Bluebells hail the morning sunrise
tears of dew grace stems of green,
the valley nestles in God’s franchise
foliage awakening across the dene,
here a spring morning reigns serene.

SPRING DAWN

Morning tide enhance sweetness of the songstress call
buoyant curlews in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone wall,
spring dances to the rhythm of the weatherglass
obeying whimsical whims from the moor top pass.

SPRING VIEW

Song Thrush calls reveille
morning in infancy
penetrates the valley,
spring day of clemency
portrait of regency.

© Harry J Horsman  2012

& Laughter-Songs

'twas this sun, our noble hunter -
who gave the roar of his hoarse voice
couching before our queen, the moon 
couching with many rays of songs!

& his sharp eyes did like some prodigals
beckon the benevolence of a rustic mistress -
o, late came the regency laughters like bells
ringing deeply into the ears of niger damsels;

nature suffocates as creation suffers disasters -
are the deeper palaces of my niger goddess
now a tumult of a myriad of our sun-burnt stars
lingering with some fears, tears & laughter-songs?

Xiv: Vehement Condolences

Darest V.C. –
We all heard of the flute of the regency,
Tho’ it told of a few in the house-pital:
Yet we know it was the exordium!

Darest V.C. –
Tell the vergers of the gods,
The forest is expecting
The full exegesis of the gods;

She was heir to the heavy blows 
– The heinous death of the sons –
The mothers & the concubines sigh
For a loss of kindred tears,
And restless fathers hover in waiting forests.

Forced Excursion

Dearest Vicar –
Late came the regency bells;
The voice of your acolyte:
The mezzotinted voice of the verger
Rang at last for mass extrusion.

Dearest Vicar –
We all heard the fragile peels:
All the birds of riot 
Must disjoin in the new exodus
Of the new testament of single nests?

Dearest Vicar –
Confusion and uncertainty
Reigned in the hovel:
The restive communal nest.

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