Short Diana Poems
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Diana, Princess of Wales -
Of whom the news hounds kept digging for details.
Charitable and fashionable was the rebel, Lady Di.
I imagine her death made many a person cry.
Warrior goddess
Diana
the huntress
With quiver
on back
Arrows flying
straight and true
Target
in her sight.
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The welcome mat is out at our local Pop Shop
Diana gives us freebies, hope she doesn't get caught
The sweetest of sweeties
Giving us these freebies
A tender young lassie twists my heart in a knot
I have Mines
Anthony got his own too
I have Mines
She swept away the tired day
with purple broom that stained the sky
and the sun swept under the rug
was the sparkle in her eye
She walked on a bridge of cloud
with such glowing presence and luminescence
that it left crumbs of stars in the sky.
You see,
There we're 3 in this marriage
From the start
A future king in waiting
The people's princess
And the tabloid paparazzi press
But in the end
5 if you count the 2 young boy's
Prince's William and Harry
A royal flush
Minus the queen
Let all the poets
drop their pens
Let all the knights
lose their swords
Let all the educated men,
forget all their educated words
Long enough for all the fathers
to gather their daughters
and whisper the
word "Princess"
~ Diana, Princess Of Wales ~
( Senryu )
The Princess Of Wales
So beautiful and kind, Queen
Of Hearts forever
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
Copyright@2015
March. 09. 2017
- “Kindness is a language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”
- Mark Twain
The press held her hostage each and every day.
No matter what Diana tried to do,
the paparazzi would block her way.
Once a princess of England,
she never felt real love.
And now that she had found it,
her life took like a dove.
Far away from the media and
all of their intrusive ways.
Where Lady Diana will be at peace,
for all of her infinitive days.
Diana Dalton
Diana
Creative, curios, playful & loving
Sister of a brother who is not here
Lover of Life,Photography, Hubby and more
Who experiences love, longing, excitement,
Who dislikes High fructose corn syrup
Love to see, England again, the Sea & Australia (with hubby)
Resides in Grand Junction,Colorado
Dalton
Diana Dalton
10 Aug 2012
Some know her as Princess Diana of Themyscira
She jumped onto comic book pages in 1942
Thus, she is eighty years old, but always drawn as much younger
Super powerful, taking on villains in a fashionable way
We recognize those legs and the high red boots
She has a magic lasso that holds the bad guys in place
On November 7th, 1975 she became a three-dimensional hero
You might know her as Wonder Woman
The only game to be found was one tiny runt
Goddess Diana was sent by the gods to help with the hunt
The forest was amazed at her animal power
She unleashed cumulus clouds who brought down a shower
During the storm beasts came tr to the meadow
Many fabulous specimens were leveled by bow
Can you come again soon? Asked a hunter named Todd.
I think you can do it yourself, Diana said. Thinking his request odd.
I don't want to judge you but if you ask me you suck.
You're a little bit grimy and roll around in the muck.
You're also self-centered and don't think of others.
You lend a bad name to the rest of us Mothers.
Your class it is low ,yet, your expectations so high.
Your life is a mess and you still wonder why.
Let me save you the trouble and spell it all out.
You're selfish and shallow, so yourself plus nothing is all you're about!
Form:
I remember when I heard -
The awful total shock.
It's those iconic moments
That your mind can never block.
The news clips of the wedding
And her royal obligations;
The flowers at the palace
And the grievers of all nations.
The funeral, reminding me
Of that of JFK,
Both with children, young and fragile,
Crushed beneath the public sway.
Now it's 20 years behind us
But the story will not fade,
For the life of any princess
Doesn't match how it's portrayed.
Dearly beloved, we knew she slayed poverty
Inching her way to paint and sketch
Night alone would not feed her passion, she
Answered to no one about her dreams, for
Heaven held stairway anyone could climb.
Day became electric as she stretched
Illuminated passages by her hands,
And landed on rich grounds, fore tilling another
Nothing and no one strayed her from The Source
And now, she's shimmering like stardust in my mind.
(In memory of Pioneer of our family)
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