Short Duchess Poems
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If,stops,colons comma make sense-
sounds become your cadence
inspired by the words of the duchess in Alice in Wonderland
"See every single outfit
Of the Duchess of Cambridge."
Am I alone in thinking
This does not pass for news?
Every single... no, we mustn't miss it.
Every single outfit we must see.
11/19/2015
Duchess, Kate Middleton
Fiddled with The Royal Son
Fate uncoiled a jovial consequence...
A nation awaits with loyal suspense!!
_______________________
7/9/13 for Heather's Contest
What glows for all this glitter
Once adjusted to
A dull stone's, whose show off allure
Will turn back into.
And here you are, not one hour
Guest of duke, duchess.
Envy for, draining from the face.
Smile; but blinded less!
Twice on the balcony,
They did kiss.
The heir to the British throne,
And the Duchess
Most say, to signify marital bliss,
To an audience of more than two billion.
On tweets they said, Oh what a success,
For the country and the Queen!
I sat next to the Duchess at tea.
It was worse than I thought would be.
A bee sat on her nose
The Duchess turn'd verbose
When it stung her right there but not me.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp200
Copyright@2014
October.21.2014
Say one, say all, the Brits will shout, “Long Live the King!”
When elevating His Royal Highness, Charles, Prince of Wales,
He, who did a most treacherous thing,
According to Princess Diana, who exposed the worst of tales,
And Duchess Camilla will become a queen … if nothing else fails.
Winter on Astor Street
The Gold Coast, Chicago
Beneath the canopy,
a doorman holds
a cast-iron door that lets
an ancient duchess issue.
Swathed in a silver gown
she tugs her sable cape
tight around a tumor
that nice young doctor
will announce tomorrow.
Donal Mahoney
The evil duchess of New York
Ate not but fancy pies of pork.
She scraped her knife, she scraped her fork;
She should have learned to use a cork,
Because a time ago in Maine,
She stuffed her face too full one night.
She gave her prince a jolting fright,
Left others writhing in delight,
To finally see her highness slain.
Britain didn’t hate you Meghan
you were welcomed here
you performed your own beheading
we didn’t interfere
And you ain’t even black
so nobody was racist
just shut your flipping trap
you Duchess of Disgraces
Your husband is a ginger
he’s had it worse than you
yet you’re the biggest whinger
that’s what Woke will do!!
Oh, duchess when you ascend your neck
To scrutinize the skyline
Were you aware that you could discover?
The very marvel that for years you so yearned?
Oh, duchess did you think it feasible
That you could matriculate the novelty ‘tis amour
Did you?
Open your eyes alluring one
Shan’t be a reason to averse your devoirs
though you must dismember all that bleeds
Christmass season is now here.!
Celebrating the birth of our King,!
Thus heaven has blessed our kingdom here !
As the new holder of the crown is now a queen.!
A new era has begin,!
Mummers came to sing,!
Under the mistletoe they are all kissing,!
Wassailers were all drinking,!
Duke and duchess were dancing,!
Hail to the new born King,!
Thou shall blessed our reigning queen.!
Duchess has Den, Lind's Empathetic Yen
Laughing with Casey gave "rise" to a fall,
Giving "urgery" to surgery,
We pray the setback is soon annul!
Sometimes when mishaps occur,
Causes appreciation in full,
When things stop working,
Face the horns of the bull,
Carpe Diem! Step back & reflect,
Refute descent, resaddle!
Read, think, thank, pray, sing,
May the Big One bless you ->"Troubles Skedaddle!"
Chaucer's elegiac poetry
The Book of the Duchess
The father of poetry in the early English language
in this original excerpt
try his tercet if you so wish
I have gret wonder, by this lighte,
How that I live, for day ne nighte
I may nat slepe wel nigh noght;
Geoffry Chaucer served as a page
first poet of ye olde English age
His Canterbury tales quite a feat
a work never did complete
Dampened earth announces its worth
with rotting leaves, moss on trees.
Dew’s panache from morning’s wash
mystic glow with sighing sough.
Senses heightened and enlightened.
Hare bides hole, fidgeting mole;
musky muskrats, batting bats;
sweet sugar canes, berry stains.
Nature feeds our feral needs.
Nature clears our eyes and ears.
Nature hones sensitive nose.
Nature touches - grand duchess.
Its Quality! ... Its Class
Yes, Its Classic Style Will Last!
Its High Clique', Trés Chic' ... Demure
Its Fashion-Forward - Hauté Couture!
You Look Like Duchess Kate
You'll Really Wow Your Prom Date
It Looks Like A Vera Wang
What's The Price? ... Oh, Luv - Go Change!
I Ain't Paying That Much - For That Thang' !!!
Written & Copyrighted ©: 9/12/2013
by: MoonBee Canady
Aloof on the battle field her combat skill cries,
Irish blood runs wild with little inebriation,
Indian warrior counts coup in feather stories,
Russian Viking lines in dormant breeding.
Duchess plays nature with tulip aroma,
Creative Polish gene encounters blush with pink,
A wild thing as the spirits seduces her faith;
Tempting to redo her life's aspirations?
Touch me not with your hate for I am no kin;
Hold me to thy lips with love so we may sin.
Duchess of my heart
royal monarch ruling
over hearts dominion
noble grace reigning
over souls province.
How lovely you were
that flawless visage
how dramatic then
hair elegant flowing
eyes alluring staring.
Parted lips painted
breathless your kiss
muted hushed sighs
mouth of ambrosia
sweet scented scilla.
Ever shall I remember
our amatory affection
our fervent devotion
so resplendent this
Duchess of my heart.
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