Short Heiress Poems
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Copyright © 2018 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
First published 2018 in Hollywood Haiku via wattpad.com
There once lived a local chef named Harris
Claimed he trained at a school in Paris
That he makes fine dishes
Harris had grand wishes
He couldn't boil water; married an heiress
She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.
She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where many angels must now plug their ears
On the streets of the tent-city
the lad grew up fast
Crime, drugs and vice
How long could he last
A rich heiress had pity
took him into her home
Too late to reform him
He left her this poem:
HIV bug
Grave dug
Cry not
~ I rot
MATHEMATICS (Pleiades)
Maths always puzzled me,
Made life a misery.
Many a teacher tried,
My mother even cried.
Mattered not, to be fair
Married an heiress, Claire,
Multi-millionaire
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Sylvia, you are the heiress to my heart;
Your garden to saunter at your leisure.
Lieu of one seed, I vest whole orchards of my love in you.
Vacant is this Eden, and though the apples be by Eves eaten,
It still be my love, Sylvia, it still be my love,
And now it be yours, evermore.
She's the heiress
to all forms of goodness.
In fine and reputable apparel
she dress.
In royalty; she's addressed
and never welcomes a mess.
Keeps her standard high
and never settles for less.
Lives in accordance
to her reputation without stress
and never give room
to be played around
like chess.
No matter the pressure
even if it comes
from a multitude of the press
to anything; she can't just say yes.
She gazed toward the window
across father's long oak desk
her dimples prettily smirked
vision of beauty impressed
though a tainted ego lurked.
A pale lithe form grew angry
the youthful heiress, a rose
froth of fine gold flowed sweetly
held back with blue silken bows
Dark form engulfed her neatly
Her clear blue eyes shone evil
cold breath frosted panes of glass
Her pierced heart bleeds black with dread
Evil stole the lovely lass
Sweet tortured soul, now is dead.